Many thought his eyes were black, the same colour as his tarnished soul, his broken heart, but His eyes were not black. They were, infact, the colour of stormy skies, the colour of cold steel, that bordered just on line of a deep blue, uniquely found in only the deeper, colder, more mysterious areas of the ocean. His eyes were the melancholy colour of torrential rain.

Ironic though, that he met the love of his life in exactly that. In the heart of monsoon season, when the only sunlight that filtered through the dark heavy clouds were just streaks of a lighter shade of grey. It had been the beginning of another cold downpour...

Lightning flashed across the sky, casting a bright white streak for a moment, then all that was left was the dark grey. The thunder came a few second later. She counted while running. There was 2 seconds in between the lightning and then its sound. So the storm was 2 kilometres away, she should hurry. She needed to be as far away as possible before her father noticed she had disappeared. Glancing at her watch the time was 6:23. It would be exactly 1 hour and 37 minutes before he would get home. She didn't know how long it would take the storm to reach her, but she knew she needed shelter fast. Looking around, she'd already run for quite a while and her legs were beginning to ache. She'd already taken the train, getting off at the station furthest away from where she had started, and then a bus to the end of the line, and then another train, then she'd run flat out for 20 minutes, the houses and shops were starting to thin out, this only upped her spirits and she ran faster, not caring where she was heading, as long as it was away from 'home'. She'd come back from school that day, at 4 o'clock and hurriedly stuffed everything she thought was essential into her worn out country road bag. She'd written a hastily scrawled out note which read: Life was never fair, and it never will be. Goodbye. Then she'd left, giving her cousin one last hug, leaving him befuddled at the sudden show of affection. She stopped for a second, just to relieve the chronic aching in her legs and regain her breathe a bit. It was then that the rain started.

Looking out the window of his dark room, he watched the storm. Rain hit the window panes, making the soft repetitive tinkling noises that had a calming effect on him. He observed the raindrops hit and collect until the tiny puddles gathered up enough to race down, leaving trails of smaller drops clinging to the cool glass. The lightning flashed, illuminating his well-formed face for a few short seconds, then it faded, leaving him in the dark, alone once again. He sighed, and muttered something to himself, his own ramblings drowned out by the deep rumbling noise of the storm. Today was the anniversary, the anniversary mourning the car crash that left him alone with his brother. The child protection agency had insisted they be sent off to some stupid foster home, but his brother won the court case and most of the jury agreed that his older brother was indeed mature enough to take care of them both. Yes, his brother could provide for them both, but what was the use when his brother lived 573 kilometres away in another city, but Sasuke liked it this way. To hell, If the child agency ever came to take him away, he'd run away from every foster home they sent him to, and eventually they would give up. Moving away from the window, he pulled the curtains closed and left his room. He walked down the hall, his footsteps echoing the dull thuds as he heavily dragged himself to the door. He pulled on his brothers old coat, slipped on some shoes and armed himself with his favourite black umbrella, then stepped outside into the storm. It was the same umbrella he'd taken to the funeral...

The rain was coming down in sheets now, the temperature was dropping rapidly and she now regretted she had not thought enough about shelter when she had the chance. Snuggling deeper into the thin wool jumper she'd snatched at the last minute, she tried to retain whatever warmth she had left. The small grove of trees she managed to take shelter under offered little to no protection from the rain. The leaves were large, but spaced out. Unlike the thick sheets of rain that anyone would suffer from if they were out, which was highly unlikely, the 'rain' that hit Hinata was not. The leaves gathered up the rainwater in little pools and without warning would splatter her with unpredictable sploshes. She was now thoroughly soaked. The thin layers of fleece she wore clung to her body, like a second skin, only the woollen pullover to cover what was left of her modesty . The goose bumps were beginning to rise on the pale skin of her arms, she could feel them as she hugged her knees as close as they would go to her chest, her head resting on her knees. The cold was beginning to seep through her and she was only reminded of the forlorn state she was in, and she couldn't help but cry. Her dark hair matting to her head as more water poured down on her and she could only wonder how it was possible for everything to be so cold and wet, while her face felt hot and her eyes stung as a different type of wetness slid down her cheeks. Burying her head into her arms she curled into a little ball. Crying out the pain, shame and bitterness that she had tried so desperately to escape. For anyone who'd have seen her, if they could see without the rain obscuring everything in their path, she would have looked like a wet, discarded, shivering pile of clothes.