Disclaimer: I don't own any thing FF VII but Dante if I did that would be great. .
Angels inc.
Rain: So many people try to avoid it try to run away from its cold touch. When really rain is just like lost memories. With each tear that falls from the sky there is a sad and forgotten story behind it. People, instead of help and try to fix these sad and forgotten memories, stories from the past from long ago they run away from it and avoid it, try to maneuver through the small gaps of each drop, ignoring them as much as possible. Even when the cold drops connect with skin trying to send the message to its victim, crying for there help get them to feel the cold touch the message in hopes the person would help, yet sadly they are pushed away. It makes you think, maybe we are just to afraid to find out these lost memories, the way we shield them from their cold touch with our umbrellas, and run away under buildings and such. It makes you think of those lost and sad forgotten memories as they crash into the hard and unforgiving ground that they will never be solved, they will never be healed. Never be forgiven.
It was raining very hard and Dante had no where to stay. He knew he should have stayed in the last town but staying in one place for more than 3 days made him antsy (Besides he ran out of money). So he was pretty much chased out of the inn he was staying in drawing a lot of attention to him self and an elderly lady happen to glance over to a wanted poster and caused even more attention when she called the police on him and chased him out if town. Yet now he would have gladly let the police take him in instead of being out in the cold rain and out of supplies out in the middle of no where.
"Graahhayy! CHOO!" Dante sniffed. "God bless me." Dante was now walking through a big forest, lost and soaking wet. The rain fell down so hard he couldn't see his nose, so foggy and wet and cold, it was also dark. Dante sneezed again and held him self tighter. He could feel him self slowly slipping away, he felt so heavy and weak against the heavy tears from the sky as all the sad memories fell onto him pierce him with there ice cold touch making him numb and heavy with their burdens. He couldn't feel his legs any more and his eyes where getting heavy, he was falling asleep slowly loosing to the pain and sins that where falling from the sky. He tripped but catching him self weakly looking up. At first he was going to stay there and let sleep take over him letting the rain, the memories problems his own burden and his job to fix, and if not as they crashed and vanished from peoples thoughts, from the world not given a chance to be saved, helped, noticed. If they were going to go unforgiven onto the unforgiving ground, they would take him with them and never forgive him.
"No," Dante weakly lifted his head off the cold hard ground and thought he saw some building up in the distance. His vision blurred and he had to shut his eyes. When he slowly opened them again it was much clear, it was a house, a mansion at that. He weakly pushed him self to his knees. The rain seemed to come down harder as if to keep him down the memories seemed to be getting angry that he was winning and fighting back they wanted him to go down with them but he fought back tripping to his feet. He jerked his head up his bangs bouncing some of the heavy rain drops and stumbled toward the mansion. For a moment, he really thought he wasn't for a split second he wasn't going to make it he, really thought the rain, the sad memories, where going to win dumping, every thing onto him their fears and burdens and pain all on him as if to relieve themselves of it all to die with a clean slate as they hit the ground while he would have all their sins and pain and die miserable. He really thought they had one and in a last and final attempt to free him self of all of this he stretched out desperately. Reaching out his hand in front of him, for any thing it didn't matter what, expecting to get nothing but air he was surprised when his hand leaned up against some thing. 'A wall? No it couldn't be, could it?'
Dante leaned up against the door to the mansion he had seen earlier. He let out a relieved sigh with one hand out on the wall and the other on his knee and couldn't help smile a little. He did it he had made it to the mansion. He shivered and quickly tried the door but it was locked. (Of course) He quickly dug into his pocket and pulled out a bobby pin and slim stick of metal and started to pry at the lock which took lots of patients. Since it was an old lock it took only about 10 minutes to pick. After a small click he rushed in and fell to the floor with a sickly wet thud. He stayed there for a few minutes shivering the door still wide open. He opened his eyes and pain fully staggered up and closed the door leaning up against it for a very long time just looking through the darkness. He was able to see through the dark and see some stairs and stumbled up them and into the first room he saw, there was a bed and he threw him self on top of the covers to tired to pull them from under his body onto him.
He just laid there teeth chattering and shivering, his lips and cheeks slightly blue and his eyes half way closed panting from exhaustion. His eyes randomly looked around the room before he slowly started to fall into a dreamless asleep.