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It was raining
It was raining. In the new world, the place for a momentary rest, it had started to pour. This rain didn't burn, it didn't eat away at the skin, and it certainly didn't irritate open wounds as much. The rain simply made you wet. It would seep into clothes, cling to your frame, and coat your skin in a damp film. It made you cold.
Kamui liked the rain. He'd often go and sit out in it. He wouldn't do anything else, simply sit and stare as each drop fell. He liked the way it numbed all senses, the way it washed feelings and thoughts away. He liked to stay out in it, not caring about getting sick, simply allow his tired body to rest under the pattering of raindrops.
He'd left the small apartment a while ago; his brother had already gone somewhere leaving a vague note on the bedside. Feeling alone he had taken a walk of his own, seeking an isolated place to think. It had started to rain before he'd found such a place. He'd stood still for a few moments, eyes closed, simply allowing the feeling of the cool droplets to sink in. When he re-opened violet orbs his movements had been more graceful, almost floating across the pavements.
A tree had stood out to him, called to him almost. He had gladly drifted to it and dropped to the soaked ground, water spraying up as it was jolted from resting places.
He wasn't sure how long exactly he'd sat there, water seeping easily through the thin clothing of the new world. A single shiver ran through his body as a breeze brushed against the cloth and skin. Kamui smiled, lying down on the drowning grass. Eyes drifted shut as he lost himself to the sensation of the rain.
"…ui?" Cold. He felt cold.
"…mui?" There was no longer the constant patter of rain against his skin.
"Kamui?" There was a hand, no two hands, shaking him. Each finger was easily noticeable through the damp clothing. The touch was gentle, small movements on his chest.
"This isn't funny, Kamui." The voice sounded different, something lacing the words. Fear perhaps?
His eyes slowly drifted open, a cold chill travelling through his body as he absently pushed himself to sit up. Violet met green. In an instant there were arms wrapped around his soaked frame. A face was buried in his neck, mumbling words which were lost against skin and fabric. All too soon the sensation was lost, the body looking at him up and down from arm's length.
"…Kamui…" There's an amused glint in those eyes, a look which says he's figured out a difficult puzzle. He doesn't doubt that. "Let's go." A hand is extended to him, he takes it and allows himself to be pulled to his feet, and the hand feels warm against his own frozen one. "You need a warm bath."
Kamui grips the hand tighter, following wordlessly. He peers into the bag his brother is holding and smiles.