Waiting for you in the rain – CH. 3

Havoc jerked from his slumber. Not knowing why, he prepared to go back to sleep. Then he heard it again, a more insistent knock. Looking blearily at the clock, he saw it mock him with 3:30 am. Throwing off the covers, he marched and swore all the way to the door. Hitting the light switch, he grabbed the door handle and threw the door open.

"Do you have no consideration of time? It's 3:30 in the mor-" Havoc yelled but stopped short, seeing who it was.

His eyes widened.

She stood before him drenched in rain. Her sodden black and white clothes clung to her slim body, her hair, now darker with the moisture from the rain, hung infront of her eyes. Though Havoc couldn't see her face, he knew immediately who it was.

"K-Kyo…ko. Wh-what are you doing here, in the rain no less?" He asked, still in shock. But when she looked at him, he felt his heart break.

He clear, beautiful, green eyes were filled with pain. Her eyes were red as if she had been crying, and he could see more tears make their way down her face.

A gust of wind blew, and she closed her eyes as her body shook in the cold. Havoc gently put his hand on her shoulder and drew her inside. Once the door was closed, Havoc tilted her chin up.

"Yoyo-chan, what's wrong?" he asked softly, using his old nickname for her, his blue eyes filled with concern.

She couldn't help but cry, and Havoc enveloped her in his arms, shushing her gently, and rubbed her back.

She quieted down awhile later, and Havoc led her to his couch. "Sit here, I'll get you something else to wear." He told her. For the first time since arriving, she didn't cry but instead looked at him worriedly. "B-but, J-Jean! I'll ruin your cou-" She started, but he cut her off. "It's okay, don't worry. It's fine" he said, brushing hair out of her face. As usual, he was struck with the urge to kiss her and confess his feelings. But once again, he didn't. He settled with looking at her. His hand slowly cupped the side of her face, and he allowed his eyes to roam over her face.

Taken aback by the compassion in his eyes, she lowered her gaze timidly, feeling the tears. She couldn't handle kindness now. Understanding her feelings, he left and went to his room. Getting there, he sat on his bed.

What the hell?

Here he was thinking about her, and BAM, she's on his doorstep, in the rain. She was the strongest person he knew, always smiling, always laughing. He was so confused as to why this happened.

Shaking his head in worry, he found a white sweater and light blue fleece pants. He found two extra towels, and a hairbrush, and brought them all to her.

"Um…the bathroom is second door on your left down that hall, and you can put your clothes in the dryer in the room next to it," he said blushing, "I'll…go make some tea…" he trailed off seeing as how she had been crying since he left.

Bowing her head slightly, she took the clothes and towels he offered, and made her way to the bathroom, Havoc's eyes following her all the way there.

She locked the door and leaned her forehead against it. Hugging the towels, she tried to push down the queasiness in her stomach, but to no avail. Rushing, she vomited in the toilet.

Rinsing her mouth she looked at her reflection. {Stupid} she though, {Stupid, stupid, stupid! Crying yourself silly and distressing to the point you made opurself sick! Look at you!} and she did. Puffy, red eyes gazed tiredly back at her. Her skin seemed pale, she was shivering and she just felt stupid.

A knock at the door pulled her out of her thoughts. "Kyoko, are you alright in there?" Havoc called from the other side of the door.

"Y-Yeah, I'm almost done!" she lied, hugging her wet body and biting her lip.

"No rush, but it's warmer out here. I made tea, just the way you like it." He answered, as his footsteps faded.

Changing quickly, she towel dried her hair and ran her fingers through it hurriedly. She took the towels and her wet clothes to the dryer and put them in. Afterwards, she made her way to the living room.