Theme: 004 Rain for 100_tales
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff/humor
Warnings: Pharaoh's name
Notes: Atemu decided to stay. Yay!
Summary: He'd never felt rain before.
Today is mou hitori no boku's first rain. The first one he gets to feel now that we are finally separated. He stares out window disapprovingly, looking at the dark clouds with a mixture of fear and distaste and I can now only imagine what he is thinking, something I am still quite good at.
"Mou hitori no boku, are you alright?" He shrugs and peers closely at the window. The difference in the temperatures inside and outside leaves a thin film of moisture on glass. He leans in close, pressing his nose to it and then looking at the strange mark he leaves there. He places his fingers on the glass, too, looking at the fingerprints and then stepping back. I giggle, eliciting a small scowl from him.
"What?"
"Nothing. You're just funny when you do that," I say, smiling and laughing again.
"I don't understand this phenomena. What is happening to the glass?"
"It's called precipitation. I think. Something like that. I don't understand it myself. When I was little I thought it was the rain trying to get inside."
"It should stay outside," he says, glaring at the sky. I laugh again, shaking my head. "I've never felt rain," he adds quietly.
"Really? Not even as pharaoh?" He shakes his head. "Guess your general well being was top priority. No colds for the king." He nods, sitting next to me and continuing to look back out the window. I am working on a paper, trying to concentrate, but getting distracted by his gaze. There's something about the way he looks outside, the way his eyes glaze over with nostalgia, or with loss. My grampa comes downstairs, nodding approvingly at the sky.
"It's stopped for a bit it seems. I need you two to run an errand for me." He hands us a list of food and some money. Atemu reluctantly agrees to venture into the chill of the rainy day, but says nothing about what it feels like. The air is heavy with rain. Winter will be here very soon. When you feel that chill that goes right to your bone, you know what's next. Days of snow and frost and frozen rain that slicks the roads and cancels school. I look at the list.
"We need oranges, honey, curry, and-" I stop as a fat rain drop falls onto my list, smudging the ink. Uh-oh. Another doesn't fall for some time and by the time it does, I no longer hear Atemu's steps behind me. "Mou hitor-" I look behind me, marveling at the sight.
Like a child, he stands in the middle of the sidewalk, face pointed upward, eyes closed. The rain is falling harder now, splashing his face and running down the sides of his cheeks. He looks at me.
"Rain."