A/N: I don't own anything related to Basilisk. As a matter of fact, these are just thoughts I suppose Hotarubi had as she stood waiting for Yashamaru's return.
The rain never bothered her as much as the sun did. She preferred the gray of the clouds to protect her starving eyes whenever he was away. Her heart starved as well as her eyes, but her heart could not see. Her eyes…her eyes could speak volumes when she wanted them to. Her heart, on the other hand, only spoke when he was near. It only spoke so that it could get a response from someone who cared for her as deeply as she did him. Their two hearts beat to the same drum; their two minds danced to the same unregistered tune they created each time they were near one another.
The melody her heart beat as she stood on the cliff wondering if he would return to her soon was nothing short of insane. Her pink butterflies glittered around her in a frenzy, but her eyes were focused on nothing in the distance; it was as if she could see him not coming home to her. Her mind wrestled the beating of her heart until she was sure that she would go mad with anticipation. When the rain started, she knew. When her searching eyes closed to reveal only darkness, she knew. When her heart stopped beating for that fleeting moment…she believed. The rain never bothered her much; it made it all too easier to cradle herself in her own arms. Death was cold.