Rain. It was raining again. It always seemed to be raining.
This wasn't just a light spring shower, no, it was the heavy, endless rain
that demanded your full attention with its almost deafening noise. Not
that she minded it much. Not only was it her namesake, but she also
loved to hear the sound of the heavy droplets of water as they tumbled from
the heavens and landed against the glass of her window. It was calming
to simply sit and watch the rain plunge downwards helplessly. It perhaps
was her kindred spirit.
Undisturbed, she sat alone. Alone. Alone as she had been for the past five years, and alone as she would be for the rest of time...or it seemed..
Alone. Rain Mikamura let her thoughts billow about the word that plagued her for years. It was something she had come to accept, yet, it was something she couldn't bear to acknowledge.
He promised...
Slowly, her azure eyes fell shut as she pulled her knees to rest against her chest. Anger and frustration surged through the aching chambers of her broken heart, teasing an already open and festering wound.
He promised...
And yet, not matter how she tried, Rain couldn't hold a grudge against him. After all she had put up with his constant mood swings and violent outburst. How could she blame him for doing what he needed to do simply to survive? If anything, she was angry with her own stupidity. She should have been with him, at his side as she had promised, not sitting here wallowing in her uninvited loneliness, praying that he would walk through her door again. It wasn't the same door, but it still gave her the same feeling of incompleteness had it been the door to her old apartment.
But these thoughts were nothing new. Curling her hands around a warm mug filled with tea, Rain opened her eyes and glanced down into the liquid's murky, calm surface, entranced by her own reflection. She had changed since he was gone. Aside from the fact that she'd allowed her cinnamon strands of hair to grow freely, and that her face now always seemed so deathly pale, Rain had changed inwardly. To be more specific, she felt cold and weighed down as though she were trying to wade through miles of quicksand.
Everything had changed.
Slowly, Rain turned from her reflection, no longer able to face the pained blue eyes that gazed at her, filled to the edges with unshed tears. Tears that had been gathering since the day the new government placed a bounty upon the heads of every mobile suit pilot, claiming they were a blemish, tarnishing this new world that had been built in the aftermath of the Devil Gundam's short reign of terror. She knew what they were thinking. If they could get ahold of Domon Kashuu, the winner of the last tournament, any tournaments to come would surely be put to an end in advance. Anger and guilt slowly began to eat at her again, but just like her loneliness, this was nothing new. Day after day she was haunted by what was ultimately out of her control.
"They would only hinder peace."
The words echoed in Rain's mind over and over.
'Yes, hinder a peace they almost died trying to create.'
Rain pursed her lips and began to shake with an anger that filled the depths of her already battered soul. Her fingertips gripped the mug of tea tightly until all the color was forced from her hands, leaving them a pasty color.
No one understood them. No one even wanted to try. They couldn't understand how the pilots spoke their hopes, dreams and pains through each movement they made within the massive structures they piloted. It was their language. A language few spoke, fewer noticed, and ever fewer could understand.
But she did.
Rain understood each word...each emotion. But more importantly she understood him...
A wave of pain surged through her, laced with enough nostalgia to make her sick. Silently, the mug Rain had been clutching slipped from her hands and smashed into pieces the second it contacted with the wood floor below, sending it's lukewarm contents sprawling in ever direction. The sound of the ceramic cup against the floor shattered the heavy silence that hung in the air. Blinking repeatedly, Rain raised a now empty hand to her forehead and rested it there. Exhaling in a gentle sigh, Rain stood and carefully avoiding any shards, made her way toward the kitchen for some paper towels and a broom.
~*~
Things had changed drastically. How had he taken for granted the days when he could walk freely in the refreshing rays of daylight. Daylight. That time when everything had its own distinct, vivd color instead of the blackened shadows of color he saw now. How he missed the sun and those days when he could walk the streets without the fear of being hit in the back of the head, or attacked for no other reason then the price hanging above his head. Or those moments when he would turn and see her eyes glimmering in the light...
No, he couldn't think of her now.
Soaked through and through, Domon Kashuu pulled his jacket tighter about himself and found his feet pausing to gaze upon the dwelling that housed his heart. Glancing over his shoulder he noticed the lights around the neighborhood were all darkened showing that it indeed was the middle of the night, or the beginning of the morning, depending on how you looked at it. For a second, he continued to face the east, watching the now empty horizon line, it being too early for even the sun to be stirring. There was a time when looking to the east would have brought him hope and a feeling of great contentment, now it was just another direction on a compass. Domon turned back toward the house of Rain Mikamura and left the sidewalk, his feet pressing on to lush green lawn, slicked from the night's now dwindling showers. He knew it was dangerous, and if he was caught, his captors would hold no restraints, but he just had to see her. Even a glimpse of nothing more then a lock of her hair would be all right. A gander at her cerulean eyes would last him another year for sure. He just had to see her again.
He just had to...
Moving with skills of stealth that had been perfected over the past years, Domon slipped around toward the back of the house, his goal being to catch a glimpse of his abandoned beloved through the kitchen doorway. He cautiously glanced around again, the last thing he needed was people thinking he was a peeping tom. Carefully he crept toward the glass sliding doors, warily keeping to the shadows that shrouded the night. Just as he reached out to take hold of the door's dripping metal frame, a shattering sound reached his attuned ears. And this is where the original plan fell to pieces...
~*~
Entering the kitchen, Rain walked right past the light pad and instead opted for the small light under the cabinets. She reached out, intending to pull a paper towel from the roll to clean up her mess, when she felt a drop of moisture fall against her bare arm. A slight frown creased her brow as she noticed that the sliding door was sitting slightly ajar, a puddle of moisture pooling on her kitchen floor.
"What the-?"
Caught up in her thoughts, she never noticed the movement in the shadows behind her until a damp arm was curled around her waist tightly and a hand was pressed against her face firmly, keeping her from moving and speaking. Instantly, Rain began to struggle. Using her right arm, she pulled it forward, bent it, and rammed it straight back until it came in contact with her attacker with a sickening thud. She had hoped that this would have been enough to free herself, but her captor held fast. Parting her lips as well as she could, Rain prepared to bite down on the hand that held her face.
"Shh! Don't scream, Rain. I'd never hurt you, I promise tha- OW!"
Domon bit his lip to end the rest of his cry as Rain's teeth pushed into his flesh. Shoving her away in an attempt to free his hand, Domon cradled his aching palm and squinted to see if she had broken the skin. Rain saw her chance. Throwing her hands out to keep herself from slamming against the counter top, she stopped and quickly grasped the first metal item she could.
"You bit me!"
Rain turned around and held up her weapon of choice threateningly. Her blue eyes narrowed until they were but slits of ice. She may have been alone, and she may have been female, but she wouldn't go down without a fight. After a second of silence, rationality kicked in, and Rain quickly came to the conclusion that the voice she just heard was familiar, very familiar... Slinking her hand out, she pressed the light pad and immediately the kitchen was illuminated with an auroral light that blinded both Rain, and the man across from her. Instinctively, Rain closed her eyes and looked down to the floor, in an attempt to shield her eyes.
There was a pause, where both Domon and Rain tried to adjust to the sudden change in lighting.
"Rain...Rain, it's me. C'mon, open your eyes."
Rain hesitantly opened her eyes as she pressed her body against he cold counter top trying to keep as far away from the intruder as possible. After another moment of adjustment, Rain felt a cold hand against her arm and found herself staring into a pair of dark, mahogany eyes.
"No..Do-Domon?"
Rain's voice hung in the air and her eyes widened to the size of saucers. Even to her own ears, her voice sounded foreign, as though it were coming from a hidden source. The moment turned surreal. Here she had just been wallowing about him leaving her and now, here he was standing before her. Rain was torn between anger and tears. He was back... Domon was alive, and he was back.
"Heh...and just what were you going to do with tha-OW!"
Anger won.
Rain slammed the flat metal spatula against Domon's face and let it drop to the floor. Had it not been for Domon's hands now resting on the counter beside her, she might have walked away. How dare he think he could just come waltzing in and out of her life, and then try to make a joke about it!
Even though Rain wouldn't trade Domon in for anything in the world, he could still piss her off.
"What do you think!?"
"Shh..Don't wake the neighbors...I'm still not exactly welcome, y'know."
"Why should I care?!"
Domon leaned in and in an almost awkward fashion, pressed his lips against Rain's. Silence fell. Lifting her hands and relaxing her fingers from their fists, Rain pushed her hands into Domon's soaking hair. Curling her fingers into fists again, Rain desperately pulled Domon closer. His skin was clammy and cold from his little jaunt in the rain, but it was there. It was really under her fingers, he was real. Holding nothing back, Rain closed her eyes and let the emotions that had built up in her for the past years crash into Domon in the only way she could, and the only way he truly understood.
To say that Domon was surprised when Rain returned his kiss with such fervor was an understatement. It caught him completely off guard. He only kissed her to shut her up, figuring she couldn't talk if his mouth was pressed over hers. Not moving an inch, Domon let Rain have her way with his mouth, but it wasn't as though he didn't enjoy it. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to revel in the feeling of his girlfriend. She still was... Wasn't she? Making a mental note to ask later, Domon inhaled deeply as Rain pulled back trying to ignore the sense of guilt that bit him.
"Asshole."
Rain dropped her hands to Domon's chest and shoved him backwards with all her weight. Her face was flushed a bright pink with the effects of anger and passion. Perhaps this was the first time she felt an emotion other then guilt, anguish or loneliness. For the first time in five years, she felt alive.
"What is this?! Do you think-"
"Keep your voice down!"
Domon stumbled to keep his balance as he spoke to Rain in an urgent whisper. The last thing he needed was one of her neighbors showing up to see if she was all right. He was relieved when Rain heeded his words and spoke in a forceful whisper instead of shouts.
"Do you think you can just come waltzing in and out of my life at will, Domon Kashuu?!"
"Rain..."
"No, I'm so serious this time Domon! First you try try to get rid of me, then you practically break into my house. I figured you didn't want me around, but this-?!"
"Don't be stupid. You know that's not it..."
"Well what else am I supposed to think, Domon? You could have said something!"
"I know..."
"Goodbye would have been really nice..."
"I know..."
"You lied to me. You promised!"
"I know..."
"I know, I know, I know! Is that all you're going to say?!"
"I'm sorry."
Rain blinked a few times, the wind taken from her sails. His apology, although abrupt, sounded very sincere. And by the way Domon was avoiding her glance, she guessed that it didn't just sound sincere. It was sincere. Her fists slowly uncurled once more and her hands fell to her sides, signaling the end of the wild gestures that had accompanied her whispers.
"Why."
"I don't want you involved."
"I didn't think that was your decision."
Domon replied with silence. She was right, it wasn't his decision, but he had made it, and he wasn't going to change it. He didn't want her pulled down into the life of darkness where once great men now moved in the shadows as though they'd committed some crime. Wincing slightly, Domon pulled back into himself, the words of his master's plan echoing through his ears. Those that were now after him were merely following his ways, perhaps not to the extent, but they were following it none the less. Of all the extremists, they just had to be ones that were involved in the new Trans-Nations government. It was headed by leaders Neo Hong Kong, no doubt followers of Wong and probably Master Asia's theory. Just because in the past the gundam fights were uncontrolled and major cities suffered major damage, didn't mean that things couldn't change. There had to be a way to solve this all without blood shed. Frustration ate at Domon as he shoved one hand through his damp, dark hair. Things had to change, he refused to stay in the dark forever.
"Domon...Domon!"
Domon's head snapped up to see Rain glancing at him with a concerned look on her face. She always did have such caring blue eyes...
"Domon, are you alright, you just kinda spaced ou-"
Gently Domon lifted a finger to Rain's lips and stopped the words from falling out. It was time that he left. Sending a glance over his shoulder towards the glass that led to the outside world, Domon sighed silently and closed his eyes.
"No. You just got here..."
'I just got you back Domon!!'
Shaking his head, Domon gazed down into the sea of anguish that filled the eyes of the woman who was gazing back at him. Leaning forward, Domon closed his eyes, breaking the trance Rain could always put over him so effortlessly. He shouldn't have come. But how could he have known that saying goodbye a second time could be so hard?
"If you ever need me, I'll be there, Rain."
Unconsciously, Rain clung to Domon's still wet clothing, her teeth clenched in fury. How could he do this to her? It would have better if he hadn't come at all...
Wouldn't it?
Torn between the need to lay into him and the need to simply curl up and cry, Rain opened her hands and pressed them flatly against Domon's chest. She had to get away. This all just wasn't fair...Turning her head away she began to take a step back, everything was too close. Suddenly the walls were closing in. Even Domon was too close, too close to let go, but too far to hold. She would have gotten away too, had it not been for a pair of strong hands grasping her arms and holding her in her place. Rain turned an angry look toward the one that held her fast. How dare he. Rain twisted her shoulders quickly trying to get away, but Domon only tightened his hold.
"No. Listen to me."
"Let me go."
"Listen to me."
"Let me...GO"
"NO! God Rain, don't be so stupid, okay? I never wanted to leave with out you, okay? OKAY?"
Domon gave Rain a quick semi violent shake and sighed. Of all the times she had to be difficult, she chose a moment like this. Releasing the counter, Domon opened his arms and pulled Rain toward his chest, crushing her against him for one last embrace. For a moment, he even allowed himself the luxury of burying his nose in her hair, pulling her scent into his lungs one last time. Exhaling slowly, Domon pulled back just enough to press his lips against her forehead. He missed her already...
"I"m going to come back this time..."
Domon pushed away from an obviously stunned Rain. Even he questioned his own words, would he really come back, or had he just added to the already growing list of lies he'd already told? One last glance...
"I promise."
As soon as he turned away, Rain sank to the floor, her chest heaving with the emotions she could barely keep under control. But as he disappeared out of her sliding doors, and ultimately from her life again, Rain Mikamura couldn't help but feel as though she had already heard those words...like she had been here before...
~*You say you'll hold me, then you just give me away...*~
Rawr. Chapter 1! Owaru. Finished. No ranting to go here, for once .; Anyway, thanks for the reviews. I luffer them all^^; I figured I'd pause with the fluff and actually write a story. So yeah, it might suck. Mm, I'll try not to be namakemono (lazy) on this one too and keep the chapters coming.
OH! And a bit of clarification, I know in the prologue it mentioned something about being killed. Yeah, not really. It's more like, if you find a pilot, beat them up and bring them in, but if you just -happen- to kill them, we won't hold it against you. If that makes sense.
Next Chapter: Domon returns home to deal with feelings of guilt (cues audience's gasp), and men in suits are after Rain. =p
Disclaimer:
Trin: Do I really have to do this in each chapter?
Nina: As long as stupid people continue to breed, yes.
Trin: -sigh- I don't own G-Gundam... -sniffles and walks off heartbroken-
Nina: -sweatdrops- -_-;;
Undisturbed, she sat alone. Alone. Alone as she had been for the past five years, and alone as she would be for the rest of time...or it seemed..
Alone. Rain Mikamura let her thoughts billow about the word that plagued her for years. It was something she had come to accept, yet, it was something she couldn't bear to acknowledge.
He promised...
Slowly, her azure eyes fell shut as she pulled her knees to rest against her chest. Anger and frustration surged through the aching chambers of her broken heart, teasing an already open and festering wound.
He promised...
And yet, not matter how she tried, Rain couldn't hold a grudge against him. After all she had put up with his constant mood swings and violent outburst. How could she blame him for doing what he needed to do simply to survive? If anything, she was angry with her own stupidity. She should have been with him, at his side as she had promised, not sitting here wallowing in her uninvited loneliness, praying that he would walk through her door again. It wasn't the same door, but it still gave her the same feeling of incompleteness had it been the door to her old apartment.
But these thoughts were nothing new. Curling her hands around a warm mug filled with tea, Rain opened her eyes and glanced down into the liquid's murky, calm surface, entranced by her own reflection. She had changed since he was gone. Aside from the fact that she'd allowed her cinnamon strands of hair to grow freely, and that her face now always seemed so deathly pale, Rain had changed inwardly. To be more specific, she felt cold and weighed down as though she were trying to wade through miles of quicksand.
Everything had changed.
Slowly, Rain turned from her reflection, no longer able to face the pained blue eyes that gazed at her, filled to the edges with unshed tears. Tears that had been gathering since the day the new government placed a bounty upon the heads of every mobile suit pilot, claiming they were a blemish, tarnishing this new world that had been built in the aftermath of the Devil Gundam's short reign of terror. She knew what they were thinking. If they could get ahold of Domon Kashuu, the winner of the last tournament, any tournaments to come would surely be put to an end in advance. Anger and guilt slowly began to eat at her again, but just like her loneliness, this was nothing new. Day after day she was haunted by what was ultimately out of her control.
"They would only hinder peace."
The words echoed in Rain's mind over and over.
'Yes, hinder a peace they almost died trying to create.'
Rain pursed her lips and began to shake with an anger that filled the depths of her already battered soul. Her fingertips gripped the mug of tea tightly until all the color was forced from her hands, leaving them a pasty color.
No one understood them. No one even wanted to try. They couldn't understand how the pilots spoke their hopes, dreams and pains through each movement they made within the massive structures they piloted. It was their language. A language few spoke, fewer noticed, and ever fewer could understand.
But she did.
Rain understood each word...each emotion. But more importantly she understood him...
A wave of pain surged through her, laced with enough nostalgia to make her sick. Silently, the mug Rain had been clutching slipped from her hands and smashed into pieces the second it contacted with the wood floor below, sending it's lukewarm contents sprawling in ever direction. The sound of the ceramic cup against the floor shattered the heavy silence that hung in the air. Blinking repeatedly, Rain raised a now empty hand to her forehead and rested it there. Exhaling in a gentle sigh, Rain stood and carefully avoiding any shards, made her way toward the kitchen for some paper towels and a broom.
~*~
Things had changed drastically. How had he taken for granted the days when he could walk freely in the refreshing rays of daylight. Daylight. That time when everything had its own distinct, vivd color instead of the blackened shadows of color he saw now. How he missed the sun and those days when he could walk the streets without the fear of being hit in the back of the head, or attacked for no other reason then the price hanging above his head. Or those moments when he would turn and see her eyes glimmering in the light...
No, he couldn't think of her now.
Soaked through and through, Domon Kashuu pulled his jacket tighter about himself and found his feet pausing to gaze upon the dwelling that housed his heart. Glancing over his shoulder he noticed the lights around the neighborhood were all darkened showing that it indeed was the middle of the night, or the beginning of the morning, depending on how you looked at it. For a second, he continued to face the east, watching the now empty horizon line, it being too early for even the sun to be stirring. There was a time when looking to the east would have brought him hope and a feeling of great contentment, now it was just another direction on a compass. Domon turned back toward the house of Rain Mikamura and left the sidewalk, his feet pressing on to lush green lawn, slicked from the night's now dwindling showers. He knew it was dangerous, and if he was caught, his captors would hold no restraints, but he just had to see her. Even a glimpse of nothing more then a lock of her hair would be all right. A gander at her cerulean eyes would last him another year for sure. He just had to see her again.
He just had to...
Moving with skills of stealth that had been perfected over the past years, Domon slipped around toward the back of the house, his goal being to catch a glimpse of his abandoned beloved through the kitchen doorway. He cautiously glanced around again, the last thing he needed was people thinking he was a peeping tom. Carefully he crept toward the glass sliding doors, warily keeping to the shadows that shrouded the night. Just as he reached out to take hold of the door's dripping metal frame, a shattering sound reached his attuned ears. And this is where the original plan fell to pieces...
~*~
Entering the kitchen, Rain walked right past the light pad and instead opted for the small light under the cabinets. She reached out, intending to pull a paper towel from the roll to clean up her mess, when she felt a drop of moisture fall against her bare arm. A slight frown creased her brow as she noticed that the sliding door was sitting slightly ajar, a puddle of moisture pooling on her kitchen floor.
"What the-?"
Caught up in her thoughts, she never noticed the movement in the shadows behind her until a damp arm was curled around her waist tightly and a hand was pressed against her face firmly, keeping her from moving and speaking. Instantly, Rain began to struggle. Using her right arm, she pulled it forward, bent it, and rammed it straight back until it came in contact with her attacker with a sickening thud. She had hoped that this would have been enough to free herself, but her captor held fast. Parting her lips as well as she could, Rain prepared to bite down on the hand that held her face.
"Shh! Don't scream, Rain. I'd never hurt you, I promise tha- OW!"
Domon bit his lip to end the rest of his cry as Rain's teeth pushed into his flesh. Shoving her away in an attempt to free his hand, Domon cradled his aching palm and squinted to see if she had broken the skin. Rain saw her chance. Throwing her hands out to keep herself from slamming against the counter top, she stopped and quickly grasped the first metal item she could.
"You bit me!"
Rain turned around and held up her weapon of choice threateningly. Her blue eyes narrowed until they were but slits of ice. She may have been alone, and she may have been female, but she wouldn't go down without a fight. After a second of silence, rationality kicked in, and Rain quickly came to the conclusion that the voice she just heard was familiar, very familiar... Slinking her hand out, she pressed the light pad and immediately the kitchen was illuminated with an auroral light that blinded both Rain, and the man across from her. Instinctively, Rain closed her eyes and looked down to the floor, in an attempt to shield her eyes.
There was a pause, where both Domon and Rain tried to adjust to the sudden change in lighting.
"Rain...Rain, it's me. C'mon, open your eyes."
Rain hesitantly opened her eyes as she pressed her body against he cold counter top trying to keep as far away from the intruder as possible. After another moment of adjustment, Rain felt a cold hand against her arm and found herself staring into a pair of dark, mahogany eyes.
"No..Do-Domon?"
Rain's voice hung in the air and her eyes widened to the size of saucers. Even to her own ears, her voice sounded foreign, as though it were coming from a hidden source. The moment turned surreal. Here she had just been wallowing about him leaving her and now, here he was standing before her. Rain was torn between anger and tears. He was back... Domon was alive, and he was back.
"Heh...and just what were you going to do with tha-OW!"
Anger won.
Rain slammed the flat metal spatula against Domon's face and let it drop to the floor. Had it not been for Domon's hands now resting on the counter beside her, she might have walked away. How dare he think he could just come waltzing in and out of her life, and then try to make a joke about it!
Even though Rain wouldn't trade Domon in for anything in the world, he could still piss her off.
"What do you think!?"
"Shh..Don't wake the neighbors...I'm still not exactly welcome, y'know."
"Why should I care?!"
Domon leaned in and in an almost awkward fashion, pressed his lips against Rain's. Silence fell. Lifting her hands and relaxing her fingers from their fists, Rain pushed her hands into Domon's soaking hair. Curling her fingers into fists again, Rain desperately pulled Domon closer. His skin was clammy and cold from his little jaunt in the rain, but it was there. It was really under her fingers, he was real. Holding nothing back, Rain closed her eyes and let the emotions that had built up in her for the past years crash into Domon in the only way she could, and the only way he truly understood.
To say that Domon was surprised when Rain returned his kiss with such fervor was an understatement. It caught him completely off guard. He only kissed her to shut her up, figuring she couldn't talk if his mouth was pressed over hers. Not moving an inch, Domon let Rain have her way with his mouth, but it wasn't as though he didn't enjoy it. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to revel in the feeling of his girlfriend. She still was... Wasn't she? Making a mental note to ask later, Domon inhaled deeply as Rain pulled back trying to ignore the sense of guilt that bit him.
"Asshole."
Rain dropped her hands to Domon's chest and shoved him backwards with all her weight. Her face was flushed a bright pink with the effects of anger and passion. Perhaps this was the first time she felt an emotion other then guilt, anguish or loneliness. For the first time in five years, she felt alive.
"What is this?! Do you think-"
"Keep your voice down!"
Domon stumbled to keep his balance as he spoke to Rain in an urgent whisper. The last thing he needed was one of her neighbors showing up to see if she was all right. He was relieved when Rain heeded his words and spoke in a forceful whisper instead of shouts.
"Do you think you can just come waltzing in and out of my life at will, Domon Kashuu?!"
"Rain..."
"No, I'm so serious this time Domon! First you try try to get rid of me, then you practically break into my house. I figured you didn't want me around, but this-?!"
"Don't be stupid. You know that's not it..."
"Well what else am I supposed to think, Domon? You could have said something!"
"I know..."
"Goodbye would have been really nice..."
"I know..."
"You lied to me. You promised!"
"I know..."
"I know, I know, I know! Is that all you're going to say?!"
"I'm sorry."
Rain blinked a few times, the wind taken from her sails. His apology, although abrupt, sounded very sincere. And by the way Domon was avoiding her glance, she guessed that it didn't just sound sincere. It was sincere. Her fists slowly uncurled once more and her hands fell to her sides, signaling the end of the wild gestures that had accompanied her whispers.
"Why."
"I don't want you involved."
"I didn't think that was your decision."
Domon replied with silence. She was right, it wasn't his decision, but he had made it, and he wasn't going to change it. He didn't want her pulled down into the life of darkness where once great men now moved in the shadows as though they'd committed some crime. Wincing slightly, Domon pulled back into himself, the words of his master's plan echoing through his ears. Those that were now after him were merely following his ways, perhaps not to the extent, but they were following it none the less. Of all the extremists, they just had to be ones that were involved in the new Trans-Nations government. It was headed by leaders Neo Hong Kong, no doubt followers of Wong and probably Master Asia's theory. Just because in the past the gundam fights were uncontrolled and major cities suffered major damage, didn't mean that things couldn't change. There had to be a way to solve this all without blood shed. Frustration ate at Domon as he shoved one hand through his damp, dark hair. Things had to change, he refused to stay in the dark forever.
"Domon...Domon!"
Domon's head snapped up to see Rain glancing at him with a concerned look on her face. She always did have such caring blue eyes...
"Domon, are you alright, you just kinda spaced ou-"
Gently Domon lifted a finger to Rain's lips and stopped the words from falling out. It was time that he left. Sending a glance over his shoulder towards the glass that led to the outside world, Domon sighed silently and closed his eyes.
"No. You just got here..."
'I just got you back Domon!!'
Shaking his head, Domon gazed down into the sea of anguish that filled the eyes of the woman who was gazing back at him. Leaning forward, Domon closed his eyes, breaking the trance Rain could always put over him so effortlessly. He shouldn't have come. But how could he have known that saying goodbye a second time could be so hard?
"If you ever need me, I'll be there, Rain."
Unconsciously, Rain clung to Domon's still wet clothing, her teeth clenched in fury. How could he do this to her? It would have better if he hadn't come at all...
Wouldn't it?
Torn between the need to lay into him and the need to simply curl up and cry, Rain opened her hands and pressed them flatly against Domon's chest. She had to get away. This all just wasn't fair...Turning her head away she began to take a step back, everything was too close. Suddenly the walls were closing in. Even Domon was too close, too close to let go, but too far to hold. She would have gotten away too, had it not been for a pair of strong hands grasping her arms and holding her in her place. Rain turned an angry look toward the one that held her fast. How dare he. Rain twisted her shoulders quickly trying to get away, but Domon only tightened his hold.
"No. Listen to me."
"Let me go."
"Listen to me."
"Let me...GO"
"NO! God Rain, don't be so stupid, okay? I never wanted to leave with out you, okay? OKAY?"
Domon gave Rain a quick semi violent shake and sighed. Of all the times she had to be difficult, she chose a moment like this. Releasing the counter, Domon opened his arms and pulled Rain toward his chest, crushing her against him for one last embrace. For a moment, he even allowed himself the luxury of burying his nose in her hair, pulling her scent into his lungs one last time. Exhaling slowly, Domon pulled back just enough to press his lips against her forehead. He missed her already...
"I"m going to come back this time..."
Domon pushed away from an obviously stunned Rain. Even he questioned his own words, would he really come back, or had he just added to the already growing list of lies he'd already told? One last glance...
"I promise."
As soon as he turned away, Rain sank to the floor, her chest heaving with the emotions she could barely keep under control. But as he disappeared out of her sliding doors, and ultimately from her life again, Rain Mikamura couldn't help but feel as though she had already heard those words...like she had been here before...
~*You say you'll hold me, then you just give me away...*~
Rawr. Chapter 1! Owaru. Finished. No ranting to go here, for once .; Anyway, thanks for the reviews. I luffer them all^^; I figured I'd pause with the fluff and actually write a story. So yeah, it might suck. Mm, I'll try not to be namakemono (lazy) on this one too and keep the chapters coming.
OH! And a bit of clarification, I know in the prologue it mentioned something about being killed. Yeah, not really. It's more like, if you find a pilot, beat them up and bring them in, but if you just -happen- to kill them, we won't hold it against you. If that makes sense.
Next Chapter: Domon returns home to deal with feelings of guilt (cues audience's gasp), and men in suits are after Rain. =p
Disclaimer:
Trin: Do I really have to do this in each chapter?
Nina: As long as stupid people continue to breed, yes.
Trin: -sigh- I don't own G-Gundam... -sniffles and walks off heartbroken-
Nina: -sweatdrops- -_-;;