Rain on Me
Chapter 2- Accepting Fate
Author's Note: Gaaaah, I haven't updated for so long. This is so sad. But seriously, I am very sorry for the very slow update. I apologize! Anyway, I am so enticed with the recent Bleach Manga chapters. The scenes are so unexpected. I wonder what Riruka will be.
I also want to share a dream of mine last November 29 2011. I dreamed that Gin was in episode 350 of the anime. And he was alive and well. Oh damn, I wish that dream would be true. It would be such a waste if ever Gin was really dead. I want to believe he is still alive. I still have hopes.
I nearly forgot. Thank you for the reviews! I really appreciate them. Please answer my poll about whom will Rangiku be with in the end of this story. Thanks.
"Keep holding on"
Shuuhei stared blankly at the wet pavement. For a while, his mind has gone blank. He was in shock, in a tremendous shock. He couldn't believe she was gone, already gone. He couldn't believe it. He wouldn't. It was like a nightmare haunting him while he was wide awake. His brain could not register. It was buffering. His heart could not pump. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't live. He couldn't continue.
It was too much, I little too much for him to take in.
He should continue. He should keep on living. That was his promise to her before she left. He swore, "I swear to you, I would do my best to move on and have a life batter than today." Just saying that made him weaker. He knew he couldn't do it. Life was at its best when she was still around. How could he start a better life without her in the picture? It would be very hard but he has to try, for her, for Rangiku. But how can he move on when he is still hopelessly devoted to her? How can he move on when he is still madly in love with her?
Shuuhei could never know when he would be able to finally move on with his life. But he knew it would be a very long process. Just the thought of moving on pains him a lot. It's just too raw, too new.
Rain hit his skin. He was now wet, so wet. His hair, his clothes…all were soaking wet. It was fortunate of him that he left his phone inside or he'd have to buy a new one. Oh damn, he had colds now. He shouldn't have colds, it's unhealthy. He still had to go to the United States for his newest photography project. Why was he so sickly yet not care about it at all? Yes, she cared for him when he was sick. That's why he liked being sick. But now, no one's there to take good care of him.
All that was running through his mind was her, only her.
Rangiku
He couldn't believe that the woman he deemed to marry one day would leave him in misery. She was now off of his hands, his grasp. She was out of his reach…out of his life.
He wanted to shout out loud. He wanted to scream. He wanted to kill himself. He wanted to end his life once and for all. He wanted to do all crazy sorts of things but he couldn't. She'd be heartbroken if he would do that. He had to continue on living. He had to prove his worth. But why has life become worthless and meaningless now that she's gone?
He knew the answer. It was because he loved her. And his love was just a little too much.
Rangiku drove as swiftly as she can. She wanted to get away as far as she can. She didn't want memories to well up on her. She didn't want to cry. But as much as she stopped the tears, they just kept on falling.
She was at fault, she thought. He was in deep agony because of her. Oh, how she hated herself. She hated herself for causing him so much pain and solitude.
Oh why must she leave him yet want to go back to his arms so badly? It was ironic, really. Oh how she wanted to die but no she mustn't. There was more to life than just crying. She had a promising career. She had wealth. But how can she be happy when she can't share her success with someone else. She was alone now, all alone in this dangerous world. How can she find another? There was no other.
Maybe she was wrong at that point.
Light blinded her and a loud thunder rumbled. It wasn't just rain, it was a thunderstorm. The skies were so dark. The roads were slippery. It was dangerous indeed.
Rangiku turned the wiper to the highest level. Her windshield was covered with a rarely high volume of water. The rain was so hard she could not see a thing. She still drove swiftly. She didn't care if this was a ticket to the so-called Soul Society. She drove…
BAM!
She hit a car. Oh man! But she wasn't dead, it was indeed a miracle. But now she was in deep trouble. It she saw the car in front of her; it was just a mild hit. Thank God! But she noticed it was a rather expensive car.
She didn't have an umbrella so she went outside and let the rain soak her wet. She went to the driver of the car. The driver didn't go out of the car; he just talked through the window. He was a man probably as old as Rangiku. He had crimson hair and a fairly weird tattoo.
"I'm very sorry for the inconvenience sir," Rangiku said with modesty. She was waiting for the man to shout at her and say swearwords. She bit her lip so hard. The mas talked to a person in the backseat. Maybe this guy was just a chauffeur and the one in the backseat was the boss.
"Um, Miss. My boss says-" He started. "I'm willing to pay if your boss would demand," Rangiku cut him off. "No, no. He said it's no problem. You can go," he calmly said. Rangiku was dumbstruck. This man was so kind. "Um s-sure, I'm very sorry," she bowed and went inside her car.
"Sir, are you sure about it?" the driver asked his boss. "Yes, of course," the boss said. "But this car is expensive!" the driver said. "You didn't see her, didn't you?" he said calmly. "She was crying," he said. "Um sir, it was raining," the driver chuckled. "Ah, just drive," the boss looked at his driver sternly. 'Hmm, why was she crying anyway?' he thought hard
Shuuhei went inside his house. It was already getting late. He also heard thunder rumble. As he turned the lights on he saw the picture frames that hang on the wall and stand on the tables. It was his collection of photos, of them together.
He was a photographer, a world renowned one. He's had a lot of awards. And he was famous for shooting sorts of things. One example is the weddings of the elite and the royalty. He also took pictures of celebrities. But what he loved most was taking pictures of her.
He looked at the pictures one by one, each of them having their own moment of love captured. He reminisced all their memories. Of all the pictures this one was his favorite. It was a picture of her with a serious face. She didn't wear a smile but her eyes showed happiness. She was indeed very beautiful.
Rangiku finally arrived at her new home. It was a high-rise condominium. She chose this one because it was the only one with an available unit with such promising amenities. And besides, they said lots of celebrities lived here. Oh well, so much for the private life.
She chose a room on the highest floor, the 31st. She wanted a good view. And the seller said the view of the sunset is very nice in the 31st floor. And besides, there were only two units located on the 31st floor, hers and someone else's.
Rangiku parked her car on the ground floor and stayed there for a couple of minutes. She dried off her tears and put some make-up on. She didn't want others to know her current situation. They'd just ask her a lot of questions and that might lead her to cry again. She looked at the mirror and stared at her face. It was no use…her eyes. They were pretty swollen. But still, she looked amazingly beautiful.
They say you look the most beautiful after crying…
Rangiku took a deep breath and went outside her car. She locked it and went straight to the lobby. There she was welcomed by her seller. She was given the keys and instructions. She nodded and went to the elevator alone.
The elevator stopped at the 14th floor and some weird guy went in. He was rather small, like a 10 year old schoolboy. He had white hair and he had a somewhat airhead personality. Rangiku didn't bother to ask where his parents were. He might just scowl and yell at her anyway. Feeling bad about Shuuhei is already enough.
The boy went outside the elevator on the 29th floor and didn't even show some signs he knew Rangiku's existence. He just flipped his hair and went straight ahead. Rangiku whispered to herself, "Oh, children nowadays."
The elevator stopped on the 31st floor and Rangiku stepped outside the elevator. She felt shocks run down her spine. "I'm actually going to live here," she breathed. She walked slowly, carrying her things. She didn't bother to get all her stuff. She'd ask help probably tomorrow or later on.
She saw the other door slightly left ajar. Her neighbor must be inside. Rangiku didn't bother to find out who her new neighbor was. She'd do that tomorrow. Right now, she just wanted to settle down, have a dip in the tub and sleep. She was already so much stressed by the series of events.
She got the keys and opened her door. She went in. She felt slightly weird. Although her new home was rather nice and cozy, it would never be like the home she used to have. Shuuhei wasn't here. Love wasn't here. Life wasn't here.
Rangiku exhaled and closed the door. She ought to do what she needed. She went straight to the tub and cried there. She just cried there.
Next to her unit, her neighbor peeked outside again but Rangiku's door was already closed.
Surviving the night was so hard for Shuuhei. He wasn't used to sleeping alone. He would hug Rangiku and kiss her sweetly and sing to her until they both fell asleep. Right now, Shuuhei hugged Rangiku's old pillow and smelled the scent that remained there. It was sweet. He knew her scent. It was the scent that made him sleep.
Shuuhei really had a hard time trying to sleep. He sat up and looked outside his house. It was still raining. Lightning and thunder were still there. He was beginning to worry about Rangiku. He had the notion to call her up.
He stood up and picked up his phone. He hesitated for a moment but he had the urge to hear her sweet voice. He pressed the number one. He had it dial-fixed. The phone rang but there was no answer.
He decided to leave a message.
"Rangiku, I know I shouldn't be calling. It's just that I'm worried. Please be okay for me. I just want to hear your sweet voice again. I love you. I love you. I love you." Shuuhei kept on repeating it. He really wanted Rangiku to come back. He repeated those words until tears began falling from his eyes. His voice showed his emotions and it was pain, too much pain. "I love you. I hope you'll have a better life." He shut his phone and stood there, shocked. He was actually crying. Hours ago he was trying his best to keep the tears from falling. He must stay strong. But now, nothing could ever stop the tears. It was so painful. He knew she was crying too. And that was so hard to take.
He went back to bed and hugged Rangiku's pillow. He cried, oh he cried. He knew he couldn't last this. It was too much for both of them.
They say those who cry are weak. Those who cry are the ones who can't go on. But sometimes, you just have to let go of the tears, not take them all in and suffer the consequences later on. Sometimes, tears just symbolize how you truly are a person. Tears symbolize how strong you are. And those tears are worth the fight.
Rangiku didn't realize that she had fallen asleep in the tub. She quickly rose up and dried herself up. She gathered her clothes and put them on. She was her phone blinking. Someone has tried to contact her. She got her phone and sat on the floor. She leaned on the glass wall and started checking who it was. She was surprised to see a voice message from Shuuhei.
She played it.
"Rangiku, I know I shouldn't be calling. It's just that I'm worried. Please be okay for me. I just want to hear your sweet voice again. I love you. I love you. I love you."
Rangiku paused the voice message. She inhaled. Why did he call? She covered her mouth and started crying once more. She could hear him in his mind.
Rangiku pressed the play button.
"I love you. I hope you'll have a better life."
At the end of the message, Rangiku could sense Shuuhei crying. He was crying. He was in pain. Rangiku couldn't take it. Shuuhei…
She wanted to reply but maybe that wasn't a very good idea. She might just burst out into tears and lose her voice. She replayed the message again and again.
She played it again and again…
Author's Note: Aww, I hate how it feels! My favorite part was when Rangiku was listening to Shuuhei's recorded message. I believe it is really a heartbreaker. Please Review.