Guys! The GiftOfHeavenSun is back! Well... I want to focus in this first before return to the Angel Of Thunder. This story.. maybe around 3-5 chapters, not sure of that. Maybe the description is too different or so, but please be fine with that! Enjoy!
It was raining.
Misaka Mikoto rested her back on the smooth surface of red vending machine number 7116; her weight was supported entirely by the said thing that had stolen her money during her first year in Tokiwadai Middle School. Her bare hands could sense the cold surface of the said vending machine, spreading around her peripheral skin as if it tried to give a certain shiver to the said girl, being completely indifferent towards her health which nearly had reached its limit. Her skin was much paler than before, and she appeared to be thinner and thinner. She was very tired, everybody could say from the first glance; from the way she started swaying to and fro each time the strong wind revealed itself by a sudden stream that was blown from the northwest; whose existence was heard and sensed by the howling sound and chill exposure from it.
It was raining.
Even though each span of seconds that had been given could only give more pain to the fragile girl, she was just there, lying completely on the said inanimate as though if the vending machine was not there, she would fall and faint on the spot. Her gaze was half-blurred and half-opened, and much more suffered in agony each time droplets of water from the above penetrated her eyes. She just blinked slightly, trying to be sure that the action was enough to heal her twin of eternity even though she would only open her eyes again in anguish. She gazed at the darkened sky above, trying to relieve any burden that she got each time the wind stroke and the rain drenched her body, and being smart girl from the start, she must have known, that her scarf and winter uniform couldn't protect her from any awful weather that was there since the dawn, and she would be dead if only the wind was stronger.
It was raining.
Yes, it was raining, horribly windy and unimaginably cold. The peripheral area was flooded by bitter draft whilst the rain kept falling endlessly from the sky, bringing another freezing sensation each time the water befell the hazel haired girl's body, trying to paralyze her for a moment by its glacial characteristic. Her smooth hair was completely destroyed by the perpetual wind that would never be bored blowing, and she winced slightly each time the raging wind picked up. The bustling sound of falling branches and languished bushes kept buzzing in her ears since she stood there. Nonetheless, if only the more severe atmosphere was there and she must crawl from her bed to be there, she was sure that she would stand on the same point; eyes surveyed the perimeter as her brain kept producing a vague hope to see a certain spiky haired guy to walk in and greeted her at the memorial place.
It was raining.
She was there, no longer because she wanted to be or because it was an ordinary pattern for her to be there, but rather, because of certain tingling feeling each time the vending machine greeted her by its lifeless stare, and of everything that she had felt until now, she just wished that Kamijou Touma would be there. Indeed, it was true that the chance of seeing him there was lower than any impossible fairy tales, but being an ever loyal girl that had been trained in perfection since her youth; she had a certain delusional wish, so much more than unreachable hope of an innocent girl to eventually see a walking figure of the spiky haired guy.
It was raining.
Part of her really wanted to slap herself for being so sentimental and holding a certain affection towards a boy that had been her one-sided rival since her second year in Tokiwadai Middle School. Her action and her feeling really felt out of place for her because it was really the first time she felt so attached to a guy. Being a dishonest person just like her under-handed nature fated her to be, she would never admit her feeling to anyone: just her, and always her. She would only express her affection towards the lucky guy (ironically, the said guy considered himself the most unfortunate person in the world) by continuous display of her skill and in rare moments; concerned talk that she would deny in the next sentence. But still, Kamijou Touma was someone that Misaka Mikoto really loved, whose death she didn't want to see from the first place. And no matter how unseen and vague her wish to see the said guy at their usual rendezvous place was, she would be faithful, continuing her action that had been repeated in seven days.
She believed that Kamijou Touma was still here in this world, and she would always believe.
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It almost appeared that her wish was impossible.
But it was just a wish right? Everyone had a right to make a wish that described their ulterior messages from their own respective brains. It was up to any individuals to make a wish. They would find the strength inside their own wishes, and maybe, watching their own dreams came true. Because a shooting star was not needed to make a wish: the magic was right there in the hearts. Swam across the ocean blue, or maybe even launched a rocket to the moon. Wish was something that could change life, or maybe even could change the world. So just closed the eyes, then believed, and made a wish right?
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It was raining.
And the wind continued its chastisement, currently scolding each other regarding strength, until one of them was brave enough to blow in rampage to the said girl, and she nearly lost her equilibrium because of the sudden impact. She regained her composure, hugging herself in agony as the rain kept drenching her in every way it could be. She was soaked heavily, and she felt so terrible, as her blurry sight kept swaying around her and she somehow didn't really know whether she was in another delusion or reality. But still, she was standing there, trying to relieve any weight that had been burdened to her shoulder by the awful weather and tried to catch any glimpse of appearance of a certain spiky haired guy to finally show up there.
And she found it, just around the corner of her eyes: the silhouette of the guy that she had waited for so long.
The hazel haired girl didn't really know how could the said boy suddenly show up there, not any trace of footsteps and his presence was not even felt. She widened her eyes, trying to check the truth behind her blurry sight. Nevertheless, it was really Kamijou Touma, and she was sure that it was no longer another vivid delusion by his continuous appearing figure and the shadow that he showed on the ground. He was in his usual attire, wearing a black jacket that concealed his T-shirt, with an awestruck expression as though he had just seen a dead in the living. He was not soaking just like her, because an umbrella took its presence in his hand that sheltered his body. And beyond that, she was very uncertain: half-angry, half-pissed, half-afraid, and much happier by the presence of a certain spiky haired guy that she had waited for long.
"Biri-Biri?" he said in awe. And with that, they lapsed into silence. They continued their own vigils whilst each of them stared at each other with awkward expressions, not realizing that they were long forgotten friends and freshly united. It was as if they tried to know the situation they were in, or maybe, they both were mesmerized by each other's paralyzing appearance that couldn't be expected by even the greatest fortune teller. The sound of rustling rain and howling wind were the only things that accompanied them, being currently unaware towards the meeting of the two that had been destined since they left each other.
Misaka Mikoto didn't really know what had driven her: whether it was her brain or maybe it was her legs that did that. But what she really wanted was to spark the said guy entirely or to punch his face that also, channeled her emotion that had been buried under the thick layer of dignity. She marched towards the said guy; right hand knuckled into a fist, preparing a good blow that she could give.
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It was raining.
That's all! Short one huh? At first, I want to blend it with TOuma's POV. But, I decided not to. Because the way of describing is a little bit different. Lol.
Please review, whether I should continue or just focus on the others? Please? Encourage me!