The rain.
What was it about the rain that he had always loved so much? It could have been that silky feeling of it when it poured down on his bare skin. Or it could have been the smell it gave off as it hit the earth. Maybe it was the cold, that sent shivers through his body.
But it was probably that numbing sensation that took away the pain. It took away the pain of the world, and let him numb and emotionless. That was why he felt no pain when it was raining the day of the funeral.
His eyes wondered over the dark wood over the coffins. There were three lined up. Was it terrible that he recognized each of their faces? Was it terrible that he knew each of these souls? No it wasn't. But it was terrible that they were now dead and lying inside those coffins, for him to look at.
He brought his thin fingers to the top of the first coffin. His dark eyes searched the face of the man in the coffin, looking for answer. He needed an answer to why this had happened. The sad thing was…there was no answer to give.
A soft sigh escaped his lips and he moved on. His eyes went through the same sequence with the other two men, both of which were younger than the last. There was no answer. There was only life...and death.
A swift bolt of lightning flashed overhead, followed quickly by a clash of thunder. Small screams rose up and the sound of rushing feet increased. But he didn't move.
He stayed glued to the coffin of the first man. There was a blank stare on his face. It seemed to match the one of the man's face in the coffin. But even that face had a peaceful look.
All of a sudden the rain stopped. He knew this wasn't logically possible, as he could still hear the harsh drops smack against the hard earth. A hand on his shoulder alerted him to a new presence. He didn't turn to look, but made the assumption that they were holding an umbrella over him. But he wanted the rain.
"I'm sorry…" a male voice was quiet beside him. Was he sorry for their deaths? Or was he sorry for being late? Or was he not sorry at all? Maybe those words were simply the best thing to say in a time like this.
"Don't," was all the other said. He slowly took hold of the lid of the coffin and closed it. Moving from the sanctuary of the umbrella, he did the same with the two other coffins. There was still that blankness set upon his face. There was no sadness, no love, no anything.
When the last lid was shut with a small thud, his feet carried him back to the other man. The man stood before him with tears in his eyes, on the edge of spilling down his cheeks. His blonde hair was plastered to his face from the rain. He hadn't moved the umbrella to cover himself from the rain.
"Go home Tamaki," the cold seeped through his voice as he spoke his words slowly to the blonde man. He wanted him to go home, to not have to face what he was currently going through.
"But-" the blonde tried to protest but his other cut him off.
"I said go home," his eyes shows only a hint of emotion. But it wasn't sadness or hate or even anger. It was fright. "Just go."
The blonde wanted to protest more but he could see that he would not step down. His chances of winning were almost none. So he simply nodded his head and turned with bowed head. He wanted to be there for him, but to help him the best thing to do was to listen to him and go home.
Another sigh. He allowed himself the privilege of gazing over the coffins one last time before turning himself and following the muddy footprints of the blonde. As he walked all emotion left him.
He let himself believe that everything would change. He let himself believe that he was different, and had to be different. And he let himself believe that the wetness upon his cheeks was only the rain.
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A/N: Well, hello everyone. This is my first OHSHC story. This chapter is more or less a prologue. I hadn't intended it to be and the story will most likely start off day after this event. Just wanted to clear that up.
I didn't include the name of the main character in this story. But if you know OHSHC, you'll know whom this first part was referring to. He will remain the main character, although there will be other perspectives of characters in the story. I won't tell you now if you don't know but if you continue to read you'll figure it out quiet easily.
If you made it this far, I thank you for reading this story. I needed a project and chose to start writing this. I like it so far, but it's all in the eyes of the reader. So I want to know: Should I continue this story or not? I probably will because I like it, but I'd like to know if anyone is even reading it.
