This is a miracle. An absolutely miracle, I tell you ! Why is this a miracle? Because I actually wrote a fanfiction (excuse the fact that it's a drabble ) and published it on this website. I have not done that in a long time, I believe. Hopefully, I can continue this. This will be a series of drabbles ! But .. I currently have no theme to go with it at the moment. Mm .. in any case, let's move on ? I'll continue rambling elsewhere.
Random title is random. 'Nuff said. You can speculate what it could mean. Stories will be in both alternate universe and canon.
Rating: T
Pairing(s): Guy/Sync
AU/Canon: Alternate Universe. But this will be mixed.
Tales of the Abyss does not belong to me. Otherwise, Guy and Sync rivalry would have some more depth to it.
O1.
There wasn't anything special about the raindrops at all. He wouldn't go as far as describing them as falling tears that the ( non-existent, he would add ) god was crying. He wouldn't go as far as saying that they were tear-shaped, clear droplets of water putting on a performance before taking a bow when they landed on crowded sidewalks, busy streets, and grassy grounds. No, there was nothing special about them at all. Just like I, he would think.
Yet, he stood out in the rain whenever it fell in the city he lived in. He would only stand out there to think, to wonder, and to ponder. At times he would tilt his head up to the sky, letting the water hit his face and slide down to his throat and then his chest. Sometimes, he would come to the conclusion that he would give up his own life one day. However, each day, he had never taken action to do so. He only continued to wish that he was like the raindrops. Raindrops dropped from the sky, only to dive downwards to sweet sweet death when they hit the ground. Perhaps, the fact that they could so flawlessly and without hesitation was the only thing special about them.
The wind nipped at any exposed skin (which was a lot, for he only wore a plain black t-shirt as well as a pair of khaki colored cargo pants that went down to his ankles) and the droplets took their bows on every each of him as they fell repeatedly. He didn't move; he simply stood and stared with dull, empty eyes at the people who walked with umbrellas shielding them on the other side of the street full of stores and shops.
He didn't really know why he himself was standing out there, allowing himself to be drenched, and possibly becoming ill. The male was only aware of the fact that he wanted to die; he was only aware of the fact that he was a clearly unwanted child. They all looked alike, yet, they were all different at the same time. The other three were more favored than himself - this was something he couldn't grasp. To be honest, it made him feel pathetic and worthless. Like trash compared to his siblings that his parents seem shower with more love and affection. At times, he cursed his parents that they had even conceived quadruplets (could they have not just had the three that they were so infatuated with?)
Was he jealous ? Yes, even at the age he was, he needed--no, he wanted--love, affection, and encouragement. He had done everything on his own, having no one to guide him of what was right and what was wrong. Maybe, maybe that's why he was drinking, smoking, fighting, and occasionally disappearing from home and school. Even if he wanted the non-materialistic things, he would never get them. That was his conclusion; so he had given up on himself and the others around him.
He slowly lowered himself, sliding down the wall he had been leaning against as he let out a choked laugh-or was it a cry? He couldn't tell. The spiky, unusually natural green haired boy pulled his legs up to his chest, burying his head between them. The boy bit his bottom lip, letting angry and upset thoughts cloud his mind as he pondered ways of killing himself without anyone knowing. Eventually he came to the conclusion of simply letting himself drop into the river that ran just a few miles from where he was located.
With shaky legs, he pushed himself up. For once, he had fire and some life in his eyes. Dying. Dying sounded wonderful to him. It was as wonderful as a birth happening, as wonderful as a loved one who was thought to have passed away be laying in bed with a bright smile and flushed cheeks.
However, those wonderful things contradicted what he thought was wonderful.
In only a few minutes, he had arrived at the river's edge. He stood on concrete, hands touching the rail that prevented others from falling when they walked. However, they would not prevent him from falling into the river that welcomed the rain with open arms. Soon, it would welcome him with open arms as well.
He moved around, finding a space that was big enough to allow him to slip through. Jade eyes looked around him. No one (however, he had not seen the blonde, blue-eyed male with a black umbrella passing by down the sidewalk he was currently standing on.)
Lips formed a smile, a cruel and pained smile. Yet, it was also happy at the same time. Closing his eyes, taking in a deep breath (another smile. he would no longer have the need to breath soon), and he prepared himself for the river's embrace.
The impact never came.
Closed eyes slowly opened, his smile faltering, and then he felt a soft grip on his wrist before it turned into something stronger. Turning his head to look behind him, he glared at the one who "saved" him from his much anticipated fall. "Why?" he asked, voice almost cracking. He was looking forward to the sweet bliss of hearing nothing, of feeling nothing, and no longer walking the Earth with the people who he loathed with every fiber and atom of his being.
The blonde shrugged, pulling the other closer to him away from the edge, and under the umbrella. The green haired boy pushed him away, however, the young man had simply moved the umbrella bit so it shielded them both. There was silence, and there was no answer. They simply stood and stared at each other ( the green haired one almost wanted to slap the other for showing pity for him, but he resisted the urge ) before the younger had looked away, glancing down at the wrist that was being held hostage by the other. His free hand clenched and unclenched. He was troubled. Very, very troubled by the sudden surge of unwanted feelings--they were only unwanted due to the fact that they were foreign to him.
That didn't stop the frown that continued to mar his face; the glare also remained in his dark green eyes.
He broke the silence with a monotone voice, "You can let go of my wrist now." It was obvious that he was growing impatient and irritated--both by the lack of answer and the fact that his wrist was still being held with a death-like grip.
"Nah, I don't think so. I wouldn't want you running off and trying to jump again." The pressure around it remained.
But for some reason, the boy didn't mind it.
I saw that there was a lack of Guy/Sync fics out there, so I decided to try my own. Hopefully, I don't wreck their personalities badly. I just wrote whatever came to mind, honestly.
So yeah. Review or whatever. ( no, seriously. that would be great to hear opinions and how I can improve. )
