Reason of the RAIN

My cries . . . sound out through the walls of your bedroom . . . My calls . . . enter your darkest dream to wake you . . . My songs . . . lullaby you to your deepest sleeps . . . My laughter . . . forever locked in my lungs . . . My Past . . . Spoken through the tongues of a mad man . . . My Story . . . retold through a dead man's Journal . . .

"Inspector," Link finally spoke up in the twenty minute walk in the dark hall beside his superior. "Who is that Rain boy?" Leverrier stops walking and turns around to look at his trusted assistant. "Of course there is a reason for everything, most are through spoken lecture, Link, but the reason for this 'Rain' is written instead of spoken."

"Written sir?"

"Yes, written . . . Written in the Journal of a dead man." Inspector Leverrier opened the door to his office. At his desk, he pulled open a drawer and took out a crumpled, old diary and placed it in front of the braided haired man. "This . . . is the journal of the Finder, he had killed years ago. Open it."

Link did so and the very first words he saw were covered in massive blood drops. "Turn to page 94, you will get your answer." The inspector simply said and returned to his papers. "You can bring it with you to your quarters and read it if you must. Bring it back tomorrow." Link stood up straight and said, "I will sir." And left the room quietly.

"Page 94? Doesn't seem much." The blond haired man though as he saw the tattered page. "Oh well, might as well give it a try."

94th Day

I found the book the General was looking for. It was called 'Arpetnus Legends' written long ago by a person who had the innocence of telling the past truths and rewriting them without wrongness. I read it and found out about something called 'Lorutus' warriors of an ancient sect, said to have supernatural powers that could easily turn the tables at a battle. They were called warriors of the city and had a great duty of killing any enemy. This was no doubt innocence.

According to my research, the beginning of how they got these powers was simply through a waterfall, whose height was so tall, it went straight to heaven. A waterfall whose beginning they did not know and whose ending they also did not know. They called it Heaven's Tears. It was said one day a boy came there to get water for his dying brother, being clumsy, he fell into the water, right under where it was falling down.

Suddenly, he felt something hit his head and looking down, he saw a bright green light. He thought it was a gem and decided to sell it for medicine for his poor little brother. But as soon as he touched the gem, it immediately reacted to him and became part of him, granting him great powers.

The boy couldn't control his powers and therefore when he met up with his brother again, only to find him dead by the hands of the drunken bastards, the uncountable, unstoppable deaths began. Even Hell itself could not accept this boy to die and end up in it's place. The innocence wasn't normal.

Unlike the first gems that fell to the warriors before, this gem didn't become a weapon, instead, it broke through the boy's skin and became one with his tears. Usually, the innocence would just shine bright green whenever it's user was activating it. But this time, the legend says that the gem broke into pieces and it's colors changed to a pale, crystaline, heavenly blue color. The kind that is only seen by the gods from above, so says the legend. The very first tear that hit the ground when he first saw the pale, dead face of his beloved brother, started the strangling of the drunkards' deaths..

It was a massacre. Blood dripped to the floor from his fingertips. The boy continued to stare at his bloodied hands and noticed the lotus mark on them. His reflection in the water mingled with the dirted blood showed the mark on his forehead. Right then, other Lorutus warriors came and announced that he would join their forces, because of the marks and the powers he had.

However, there came another fated day when the human-looking demons came and tried to destroy these warriors and took away their powers. It was in this war that nearly all these warriors disappeared. Nearly. Only one survived. And that was the same boy with the colors of heaven.

The pain in his heart for the only family he had found, struck earth and heaven like lightening. The ground smashed opened and yielded the water inside it. Heaven poured it's water down with no resistance. It is said that the water was angered, that it cut whatever was in it's way towards it's goal. The water was both hot and cold, it burned and froze, melted and charred. It's wrath had no limitations.

However, that Flood of Wrath-as they called it-not only wiped out the humanoid demons, it also wiped out the entire city of Arptenus. The buildings toppled over, stone over stone. The water chose it's victims and destroyed those who were evil. In this hardened city of Arptenus, there weren't many people with warm hearts.

According to legend though, there were three people who had escaped from their fated deaths. A man, a woman, and . . . a forgotten child. The man and woman came together and rebuilt the city, naming it Herule, a city of despair. The child however, was never found. It was said that it was this child who had brought about the Flood.

The only thing I'm curious about was that this book was written 500 years ago and was kept in the restricted sections of the Herule Library. If this boy was 500 years ago and is still alive, . . . would that mean that he had lived all these 500 years? I'm not so sure. But if his innocence were water, maybe it would explain why then.

The general had said that the way how this boy fought, it was probably only a part of his power. Whatever was the highest of his powers was to be most frightened about.

Also, I found out something very crucial. On the last page of the book, it said in shaky writing:

Millions and millions of years ago,

There were born into this earth

Two people

Of dark and of light

One big, the other small

One strong, the other weak

The older big and powerful

The younger, small and crafty

Keep these two

Far away from each other

And the world will prosper

Keep them together

And the strong

Will kill the weak

Knowing their destined destruction

The gods tossed them away

To the darkest corners of the earth

Millions of years later

The fated day came

The older one fought against it's own brother

And younger one didn't want to hurt

It's own brother

And therefore took all the beatings

Until innocent blood was shed

Taking up the heavenly sword

They clashed

There was so much blood

That the sun and moon

Hid themselves from the world

Behind the dark clouds of the night

Suddenly, the older one

Perished and ran from his younger sibling

The younger one

Was left with nothing

But an empty heart

The battle had caused him to lose

All that was precious to him

Deep in his heart

He vowed to destroy his older brother

Even if it meant giving up his own life

Angered at his defeat

The older brother sets out

To pour his wrath over the earth

And it's inhabitants

The people cried out for help

There was only a single hope for them

Out there somewhere

There was a broken heart

Ready to fight for them

They just need to find him

It is said

He is somewhere dark and mystical

A place where there are hardly any souls

To talk or see

The moon and sun are never there

But

There was water

That was the end of the page and the last page of the book. Link closed it and stared at it's cover, which was also tattered and covered in blood drops. "This is beginning to get stranger and stranger by the minute." He thinks and looks at the name of the Finder. "Millions of years ago . . . Inspector, just what are you thinking?"

Meanwhile, in a different darker place, where only sinister smiles appeared.

"Argh!" the Earl clasped at his head as though it were being forced to split apart. Lulubell stood beside him trying to comfort him. "Earl-sama, what is the matter?" But she couldn't get an audible answer.

"It's not fair . . ." he muttered under his breath. "What's not fair, Earl?" Sherril and the rest of the Noahs crowded around him. "For a million years, you've ruined my mood, thwarted my plans, and spoiled everything I had tried so hard to create. . . . Such a pain . . . and yet . . . I can never even scratch you, mortally wound you so that you could die in my hands like a criminal."

"What does it take to get rid of you forever? . . . Even if I were to have a thousand akuma and a thousand Noah, I can still never scratch you . . . what does it take . . . to get rid of your for life? . . . Must I drain out every drop of blood from your neck?"