I'm staring at a broken door
There's nothing left here anymore
My room is cold
It's making me insane
The rain outside begins a downpour, flooding the ground outside. Dark shadows are cast on the walls, shrouding the Turk in darkness. Darkness as black as his heart. Broken shards of glass lay about the floor, a window smashed to bits. The redhead standing in the room leans against the door which splinters under his weight. He collapses, his hands pierced by the shards, but he doesn't scream.
I've been waiting here so long
But now the moment seems to've come,
I see the dark clouds coming up again.
Dull teal eyes trace the floor, the glass shards from a window that was never fixed traveling to the open door far from his position on the ground. His gaze met the black sky outside, the raindrops falling like small pebbles.
Running through the monsoon
Beyond the world,
To the end of time,
Where the rain won't hurt
Fighting the storm,
Into the blue,
And when I lose myself I think of you,
Together we'll be running somewhere new
Through the monsoon.
Just me and you
Reno grimaces, sharp pain coming from his chest. As he shifts to his side, the pain erupts across his shoulders causing the redhead to fall back to the tile floor. The room behind him is still ablaze, flames created from the gasoline barrels. Burns cover his back, half his right shoulder and chest, and one small mark etched into his cheek. A half moon's fading from my sight
I see a vision in its light
But now it's gone and left me so alone
Once more, a simple mission. A mission that went wrong. Reno hears a voice, one of someone he knows –now fading away. His eyes close, his vision blurring. The taste of blood is spat from his mouth, heavy coughing. The Turk feels the heat of the fire at his backside, the rest of him cold and alone. He would recall feeling the rain against his skin, the cold water being a realization he was still alive. Gloved hands touching his pale face, a frantic voice – one he vaguely remembered. I know I have to find you now
Can hear your name, I don't know how
Why can't we make this darkness feel like home?
Reno forces himself to get up, his body refusing to comply. The rain, now in torrents, comes down harder soaking the redhead – sharp cold melted icicles piercing his wounds.
". . . Kuso . . ." His vision still blurred, Reno barely makes out the shape of a silver-haired figure clad in leather. His strength is almost gone- the redhead slides to the ground, the rain pounding into his shoulders. Not here. Not in front of him.
Running through the monsoon
Beyond the world
To the end of time
Where the rain won't hurt
Fighting the storm
Into the blue
And when I lose myself I think of you
Together we'll be running somewhere new
And nothing can hold me back from you
Through the monsoon
The Turk collapses against something soft. A hand rests against the back of his head, a voice whispering into his ear. Someone he doesn't want to see him like this. Hey! Hey!
I'm fighting all this power
Coming in my way
Let it take me straight to you
I'll be running night and day
I'll be with you soon
Just me and you
". . . K-Kadaj . . ." The rain continues its downpour, the growing flood beginning to reach the house's steps.
Through the monsoon
Just me and you
Through the monsoon
Just me and you