Rainy Day Memory
The morning rain hit the window with a soft wet sound echoing in the cold stone room. A young man with dark blonde hair sat in the windowsill gazing at the blurred landscape, a small smile playing on his lips. He had always loved the rain and the almost primal feelings a storm awoke in him.
Each drop touched the window forming a soft rhythm plip-plip-plip, plip-plip-plip, 1-2-3, 1-2-3. Reaching into dark nothingness the adolescent pulled an odd shaped instrument out of its corner and began to strum a waltz in time to the rhythm of the rain.
Outside the landscape flashed in a moment of stark clarity followed closely by the crash and rumble of thunder. Demyx closed his eyes and felt his body vibrate like a plucked string answering natures call. From deep in his mind a memory surfaced of a different rainy day.
It had been a typical morning in the classroom. The professor had lectured for what felt like forever and then broke the class into discussion groups. Demxy tried to participate, but more than half of his attention on the storm outside. Each rumble made his skin feel tight and itchy. Across from him a dark haired girl sighed and said, "I love the rain. I'd kill to go out there and dance right now." Startled, he met her honey brown eyes and murmured, "Me too."
Pushing to his feet with a smile that made his eyes sparkle, he said louder, "I out the think I'll go get something to drink." Tossing a brief wave to the professor, Demxy ducked out the door to lean against the wall, waiting. A minute later the brunette appeared in the doorway and looked down the hall. "Good you came." He said grabbing her hand and leading the way toward the door outside.
Stepping out of the building, Demyx felt the first drops of rain touch his skin in a quick caress. Hand in hand they ran out under the grey sky until the blonde boy tugged the girl into his arms, grinning. Wrapping his arm around her waist he proceeded to waltz them around the lawn. As they dipped and twirled he looked down into the warm brown eyes of his companion, feeling their laughter mingle with every breath.
Giving the girl a final twirl he pulled her close and said, "We should get back before we're missed." "Yeah." Her voice came breathy. Reluctantly he released his hold on her waist, but not her hand and they ran back into the building. Finally releasing her hand, Demxy casually walked into the classroom and took his seat, smiling innocently as water dripped from his blonde hair onto the desk. He could just hear the quiet laughter of his partner in crime as the professor threw a questioning look at Demyx.
Still sitting in the cold stone windowsill the young organization member chuckled softly at the memory, his eyes closed as he continued to play his sitar. In a sudden flash of light, his small smile burst into a huge grin as the mow-hawked deviant leapt to his feet and sprinted out of the cold room.
A few minutes later a black robed figure paused by a window. The man began to shake his head at the sight of the blonde boy dancing about the courtyard. "When they said too stupid to come in out of the rain, they were definitely talking about you Demyx." Grumbled the man in black.