Title: The City Never Sleeps

Ch. 7/10: Will the rain go away?

Fandom: KHR
Rating: T

Summary:

Old experiences change and become new again.

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i'm back with another drabble chapter! Hells to the fuck yeah!

This one is short and sweet, enjoy!

Rain had become a weird thing for Tsuna.

When he was alive, rain meant thunder and thunder meant fear, it meant wanting to shut the doors of his room and cower until the loud cracks and rumbles passed, until the sky stopped being angry and its yelling and wrath dissolved into nothing once more. Rain was closed blinds and mocking laughter when it rained during school, when he whimpered and yelped and his palms grew sweaty with anxiety - it was humiliation and too big, too strong, and too much as it beat on his eardrums and wouldn't go away, no matter how many pillows he buried himself under.

And then he died - and then the rain didn't matter, because it had forgotten him as soon as he passed.

When Tsuna was a ghost, he could no longer feel rain on his skin, despite the fact he was in shorts and t-shirt. There were no droplets falling into his eyes when he stepped into his front yard, nor did his clothing get wet.

It didn't even feel chilly, or like anything. It was nothing, and the droplets just… phased through him. (like - like he was nothing.)

It, like most things that have sent icy terror coursing through his veins, could no longer hurt him. And so, like most of those terrifying things, it became… harmless. Enjoyable. He could watch the rain as it bounced off of the front yard tree's leaves and pooled in the grass, running in a miniature stream along the cracked walkway. Clouds dimmed the world's "lights", forced the world to go slower, (to stop leaving him behind so fast), and pelted everyone under its influence with pent of tears.

When he died and became a ghost, the rain became kind.

And then Tsuna became flesh and bone again. It wasn't truly his flesh, per se, but it was flesh and its previous owner had discarded it, so… what was the harm in taking full advantage? (at least, that's how Chrome had explained it to him).

Furred flesh, worn and torn from previous use, with cobbled together bones and tight tendons that were at the end of their days… it was a wonder Chrome had managed to put the cat back together at all. It was Tsuna now, however; no longer a ghost - forgotten, at an end - or man - in spirit wasn't he still? - but feline. Undead feline.

An undead corpse with deadened nerves, but nerves all the same.

This changed his relationship with the rain once again.

At first, it was scary, and then it was calming and utterly harmless. Now, with water seeping into his fur (into his skin-) and drenching him, it was vaguely unpleasant. Normally, it would have been considered annoying and uncomfortable, but after going so long without any sensation whatsoever, it almost made him euphoric.

The water was cold, it made his fur clump up and got into his ears, even when he flicked them to shake the water out. It was heavy, and droplets dripped from his drenched form. The rain was in his eyes and he kept trying to shake it out - to no avail.

But, the fact he could feel it, could feel the spine-tingling chill and shiver, have the pleasure of being harassed by the elements once again… it was almost worth it.

Almost.

"Oh? It seems like you're enjoying this." Mukuro observes, an amused lilt to his voice. Tsuna knows this tone, it's the one that Mukuro uses to mock him simply for existing.

'If only he weren't here…!' Tsuna laments.

"Shut it! I was dead up until now... I didn't get to enjoy the rain before! I was dead! Just let me have this, you jerk!" Tsuna howls, his tail lashing in irritation. Though yelling at Mukuro makes him feel a bit better, he knows that Mukuro has no clue what he's saying, apparently. 'It only sounds like I'm weirdly meowing at him!'

"Chrome, dear, what did Tsunayoshi say?" Mukuro asks, sidling up to Chrome to beg her to translate for him. Tsuna simply sends Chrome a pleading look, begging her not to say.

Mukuro, as much of a bastard as he was, was quite scary. Luckily, Chrome seems to take pity on him, and does not directly translate his words. (Meows?)

"Ah, he says, 'it's wet and I hate the rain'. Isn't that right, Tsunayoshi?"

"Chrome…! Thank you so much!" Tsuna simpers, padding forward on dainty cat-feet to paw at her shoes. He looks up and peers into her eyes, but before he can say anything more, a droplet of water hits him directly in the face, causing him to flinch back, yowling and hissing.

Mukuro laughs that strange laugh of his. "It seems so! It seems so… shall we head inside, then?"

Chrome shrugs, and before Tsuna can protest, takes him into her arms. Tsuna wants to struggle, but he still has very poor control of his claws, and he really doesn't want to hurt her with them.

Tsuna resigns himself to his fate.

Lmk what you thought, or if there's any glaring errors I didn't catch. Thanks and see you next time!