Rain of the Heart
It was raining in Ritsuka's heart. His eyes did not let the rain leak out, but Ritsuka recognized the feeling nonetheless. His heart was weeping, and there was nothing he could do about it.
His mother was also raining. Not the soft, sad rain that fell in the depths of his soul, but the raging, pounding, destructive rain that comes with a hurricane or a typhoon, that gets mixed up, picking up debris to use as weaponry in its bewildered state, finally calming at the eye, then starting back up again, fierce as ever, before ending and leaving behind only remains of what had once been. But typhoon season isn't over yet.
And though typhoons are natural, and they cannot stop no matter how much we wish them to, we still want them over. We still want them to calm. We still want to go without the crashing waves, without the freezing water, without the gusts of wind, able to disorient and knock one off their feet. Maybe typhoons hate raging and storming as much as humans do, and want to stop, want someone to stop them, before they destroy the world.
Ritsuka didn't know if Seimei was raining, wherever he was. He probably was. Everyone was raining in this world, only the rain was left unsaid. It was left to well up inside, until the dam broke, spilling the water on everyone else. Everyone close.
Soubi was the only one not raining it seemed. From his vantage point on the bed, looking out onto the moonlit balcony, where the storm had stopped for a while, Ritsuka could see Soubi watching. He was wondering if it was okay to come in, if Misaki would throw a fit, or if Ritsuka would even accept him right now, injured as he was.
Soubi was Ritsuka's sun and moon. He was the only one able to dry and illuminate his soul. It had been painful at first, to stop the rain so abruptly, but now Ritsuka wanted the hurtful howling winds to stop tearing at the rift in his heart. He wanted the rain gone. He wanted Soubi's sun-catching hair to surround him, his dry hands to evaporate the rain on his cheeks. He wanted Soubi's moon to visit him in the dark hours of the night, to light up the room, to take his thoughts off of the rain that would come once again. He thought of Soubi all the time, and by thinking of the sun, he warded off the continual showers.
Of course, some rain in moderation was okay. After all, his heart needed the rain to grow. But right now, he was thankful for the sun. The sun had stopped him from drowning.
There had been a time when they were human.
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Me and my drabbles. This one isn't even as long as my last Loveless. Never fear! I shall type up the last two ficcys I wrote, and then all shall rejoice.
Please excuse my symbolism. I hope it wasn't too vague. I get like that sometimes. I think someone should really describe that feeling you have in that region of your chest, that sort of feels sad, but it makes you happy to be sad at the same time, like a "glad you can feel sad" sort of feeling. Ugh, I suck at this. We'll just call it heart rain and leave it at that.