Beautiful Death

A/N: Hey people! This story has been on my mind for quite a while, and i wanted to get it down before i forgot it. So here it is, enjoy!

*An ichihime fic*

Raindrops fell from the nighttime sky. The clouds blocked the moon and the stars from shining. Thunder sounded from far-away. A tall boy about seventeen years of age stands in the rain. Even though it was nighttime, you could still somewhat see his hair color: a bright, bright orange. He had his eyes closed, face turned upward to the crying heavens. He was soaked, but he didn't care. He deserved this, he failed her. He clenched his fist as lightning cracked through the air. He hated the rain. But tonight, he needed it, to clear his mind.

She was walking home from yet another day of work. Even though it was raining, she was smiling. She loved the rain. To her, the rain was like a breath of fresh air. It came and washed away the pain. It created something new. She stuck a hand out, and watched in amazement as raindrops fell to the center of her palm. She jumped, started, as she heard thunder from far off. She didn't have an umbrella, and her clothes and hair stuck to her. Of course, she didn't mind. She heard someone, or something move around her. She shifted her grey eyes frantically through the darkness. She couldn't see a thing, the only light she had was the dull street post. Shrugging of her panic, she started to walk a little faster. She had the feeling that she was being watched, and it frightened her. She started to run. Laughter echoed throughout the darkened street. The hairs on the back of her neck stood. She took one last step forward, but she was jerked backwards by someone pulling her hair. Terror swept through her body as she did the one thing she could. Her screams pierced through the dark, lifeless street. Then, it was quiet.

He snapped his head up. He heard something. Somebody screaming. It was a frantic, terror filled scream. He looked in the direction of the panic filled shrill. He sighed, rain slowly falling from his hair. He had already lost somebody on his day. He'd be damned if he let the same thing happen to somebody else. His footsteps were the only sound as he set off to find the person in distress.

She couldn't hold on any longer. She took a slow, labored breath as pain seared her body. Her heavy lidded grey eyes could barely be kept open as she struggled for life. She had lost a lot of blood; she could tell that most if not all of her bones were broken. She whimpered as she felt a single tear fall from her eye, mixing in with the rain. Everytime she would close her eyes, she saw a beautiful light, and she wasn't in pain anymore. She would reach for that light, but when she would reach for it, the light would become farther away, more distant. Then she would return to her broken and torn body. Right when she was about to totally give up, she saw something that caught her eye. Orange. Bright, orange hair. Then she saw brown, a deep chocolaty brown. It was beautiful color. She saw lips moving, but she couldn't make out a sound. She felt so sleepy, so she closed her eyes.

This time when she closed them, she didn't see white.

Instead, she saw orange.

A/N: Well, im gonna do a short story instead of a one shot, so stay tuned! :)