AN:GUTEN TAAAAAAAAAAAAAG! My wonderfull readers n.n! I have to say this now, it's been a long time, I have had HEEOWGE writers block but I can finally say
I'M BAAAAAAAA-AAAAAAAAAAAACK! I have missed fickle writing SOOOO much! I am now finally writing the last enstallment, to: THE RAIN TRILOGY! dun dun duuuuuuuuun! Yay for me!
Anyway, this one will be the one that brings it all together. And, as I did with the last one, although if you haven't read the first two or at least the second one it really won't make any sense, here is the synopsis:
In the kingdom of Sohma there was this bloke who had a bunch of kids with a bunch of different wives a lot of stuff happened and he shipped one of 'em off to marry the crazy betrothed wife Kagura (Kyo) who incidentally bore him a red head girl called Keiko. Yuki Haru and Momiji were left behind. Yuki has been grounded since he was born and is not allowed out of his room till his father dies. Daddy goes missing. Yuki thinks he'll never get out. Yuki meets Tohru. Tohru shows him outside world. They are discovered. More stuff happens. Blah.
Yuki becomes King. Tohru and he get hitched. Kyo's little brat gets kidnapped. Yuki's brother Akito is in love with him. Akii-baby DIES. Erm, which brings us to this point. I know to non-jezebel readers this has been a waste f your time. WELL TOO BLINKING BAD IF YOUR NOT GONNA READ IT GO AWAY! (No honestly I'm kidding, please stick around, have some tea…)
Anyway, as it is so often said: On with the flick!
--(BTW, this is a paragraph/scene change marker in my fiks. I didn't use it in the first one so it's all VERY confuzzling)
The Rain That Always Falls
Chapter 1: The Dust of Dreams
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The young King of Sohma sat in his drawing room in front of the fire. It had been a whole month now. The flames cracked and hissed at him from their warm position opposite him in the hugely expensive fireplace, indeed fit for a king of Yuki's importance. He didn't feel very royal at this moment however.
"Yuki?" The familiar voice sounded behind him. He turned his head slowly. His soft grey hair fell over his face, half-hiding his grey eyes. Een though she couldn't see his expression properly, Tohru knew it was a sad one.
She knealt next to him, leaning her elbows on the arm of his chair. She reached out and took his hand in hers. She felt his warm hands close around hers. His other hand dragged his fingers through her long brown hair.
"When will you stop blaming yourself Yuki?" She said softly, her brown eyes looking up at him in concern. He looked back down at her, and sighed, his eyes gently closed, eyelashes brushing against the silver hair that framed his face unevenly.
"I can't. It really was all my fault. Momiji wasn't to blame. If I hadn't gone off… But then, I had to… Gaah! I'm so confused!" He let go of her hair and hands and pushed the hair back from his face. "I just don't know what to think anymore."
She couldn't think of anything either. Anything to say, do to make him feel at ease. She rested her head against his shoulder. Since the death of Akito, Yuki hadn't been able to think straight. He'd let his advisors take control of his decisions, as he felt so confused about everything. He'd been in a constant daze since that night, the night when he was brought back from the cruel wilderness that had claimed Akito's life. At first she was sure he was just quietly grieving, but then Tohru came to realise that he blamed himself for everything that had happened.
"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't drag you into this." He stroked the back of her head. "You're so good to me."
She smiled. "I can't help it." He smiled a little too, which was an achievement in itself. "Let's go to bed. It's late."
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It felt like… Burying him was the same as… Caging him… All over again.
Yuki lay awake, the same good window bringing a cool breeze in. It was too cool. Yuki hated to close his beloved window, but since it was still Winter and the Spring was only just arriving, it was too soon to assume it was warm enough to leave it open.
He sat in his window sill, waiting for something. He just didn't know what. He looked out past the glass into the trees. The rooftops. And in the distance, the sea. For a moment a silver cloud shrouded the moon in the sky. It's beauty was obstructed, as if it had been caged and locked away itself.
The thing that scared him the most, was his likeness with Akito. They looked the same. They'd been treated almost in the same way since they were born. And yet it was Akito, not him that had died, though it could have been either.
He remembered the day they brought his body back. The arrow in his chest had been snapped by the rocks tat had crushed his body, mud stained the pale skin that was once even a little more lifelike. He had remembered that only a day or two a go those cold, dead blue lips had embraced his own. Now the only thing that could touch him was Akito's ethereal, unresting spirit. And it tormented him every night. The image of the wolf prince, the beast that called to him through the rain that he'd prayed never to end. It had lasted for days, that rain. It soaked the dust that covered the coffin in which his dead brother's body lay. Turning it to mud, cruel, thick mud that densly shrouded the new cage for the dead prince.
It was the dust that haunted the King's dreams. He woke up most nights in a sweat, having to get out of bed and open the window, breathing in the cold night air. In each dream, he'd be the one in the coffin. But not alone. The cold, adoring lifeless eyes of his brother's ghost would be staring at him in the darkness, penetrating his soul. He was trapped. He couldn't get out. Couldn't escape. The layers of dust and dirt above the coffin stopped him. He couldn't think. His only aim was to get out. To escape. Those rotting fingers embracing him, the sunken flesh of the dead boy's face pressed against his sweating skin. It was the nightmare he begged to end. He begged for death, he prayed for release. Anything to escape his brother's spirit.
And then he'd wake up. Only sheets to trap him. Only the calm sleeping form of his wife to embrace him. The cool air to keep him from dying. He'd breathe, and think and do everything one can't do in nightmares. He'd escaped, but every dream was longer. Every dream lasted just a little bit more to torture him. It seemed like these dreams would become a reality. He knew he had to free his brother from the cage that was his own corpse. But how?
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The stone felt hard against his fingers. He felt his heart jump as his hand slipped on the vines that grew along the palace walls. He felt a sigh of relief silently escape his chest went his feet found the earth. It was later tonight. He'd have less time before the sun rose to get there and come back. So he went to the stables and took a horse.
He rode through the calm night, whipping through the still wind like a knife through the sea.
I'm sorry Tohru…. I promised you I wouldn't go again.
Yuki jumped down from the steed and tied it to the gate posts of the Royal Cemetery. He patted it's neck and nimbly went through the graveyard. He slowed down to a walk, taking with him the names of his dead ancestors. He touched each tombstone lightly, and was silent in respect. He thought of their bodies… How they must have looked. The dust that now lay beneath him was once flesh, bone, blood, that walked and lived and prayed, and loved. He remembered that one day, he too would be dust. He wondered how far Akito had gone towards that inevitable finish.
He knealt before the grave. It looked almost like a bed, the slightly raised mound of earth with the tombstone as the headboard. There were white roses just underneath the carved name in the stone. White roses, placed there by white hands, that were as cold as white snow. His hands.
Yuki let his hand slide across the grass that lay over the earth of the grave. A green blanket of the dust. More layers.
He closed his eyes. I will free you, Akito. I swear, I'll find a way.
His eyes drifted open once more, and bowed in a final expression of his respect. He stood again. Looking to the sky, he saw the first light of the morning drifting from behind the trees. He watched the moving silhouettes of dark branches swaying in the wind. It was so strong. His hair left his face as a wave of cold wind swept over him.
He closed his eyes. It seemed to wash away the anxiety he was feeling. I will save your spirit brother. He smiled. This wind will sweep away the dust of your grave and release you.
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AN: YAY! I finished the first chapter of my new enstallment! I think I will do my mad update rush now. Two chapters a day and all that! I've already done 120 pages of may comic strip in a week and a half so it'll be fine if I leave it for a little bit… (Obsessive you say? How dare you! BAD readers! BAD!)
AN2: Haha my Summer hols are 9 weeks long! So unlike all the other times I've done my mad chappie rush I have no reason to!
AN3: Heh… You know like, last year when I said, I'm getting my hair dyed red? Guess what? Next week, I FINALLY AM! (It takes my mum a while to book these things. More than a while…)
AN4: Enjoy the parodies! And since NO-ONE offered to help me wit the title even though I named it Someone.Think.Of.A.Title.For.It, I have thought of a title for the parodies myself. Unhelpfull people… -glares-
(They'll get funnier I promise)
Damn That Bloody Weather Report 1
Tohru: -Is holding Yuki's hands in worry- When will you sop blaming yourself, Yuki?
Yuki: When you let go of me wit your sticky hands! Ewww!
Tohru: -glares-
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Yuki: -is dreaming- N-no…. Akito… No! …Stop it… No…Let me out… No no…
Tohru: For crissake SHUT UP! –stabs with knife-
Yuki: X.X
Momiji: OO
AN5: Heh, that last one is because my mum keeps a knife by her bed and my dad snores.
Readers: OO
Jess: HI MUMMY!
OK seriously its for burglars, not because my dad snores… Don't be mislead!
Next chppie soon! I'm s glad I'm doing this again….