They say that, after a nuclear explosion or a meltdown of sorts; other effects will arise. When dark clouds gather, acid rain pours, which can wear down walls.
"So class, this is your script for the play on the annual school festival. Don't get your parts wrong."
(A/N): Excuse my horrible attempt at butchering Shakespearean English!
"Your face, my lady." he gasped. "Is that of the one who hath saved me from thy tempest!"
The lonesome knight was transfigured with joy.
"You cannot love him," The mistress turned her nose away in contempt for the knight's emboldened presumptions.
"Fie, for shame!" the lady said, eyes blazing with inward fire. Then she reined the horse, which startled into a gallop.
"Milady!"
"I wait upon thee!" the knight was quick to declare his loyalties, striding after the stallion.
Really, of all things to think of, Tsuna really shouldn't have been reminded of the scripture for the play.
But…
He was currently being pursued by two boys in knight suits, (one of which he recognized was distinctly his) their school's bellicose prefect who had wiped the floor one too many times with other students simply by making too much noise, or some other bigoted reason. Oh, another part of him belatedly realized. And then there's that loud, easily excitable boxing club captain.
Wait, what? Tsuna paused in his steps. Another part of him.
"Don't stop!" A voice yelled, and an arm dragged him to the side, heading down a series of complicated alleys that wove between the neighborhood's backyards.
Backyards? They were that far out already?
And then suddenly he had overtaken that person, the hand holding him back jerking him violently.
"There's no need to run any further. I think we lost them."
"We?" Tsuna wondered out loud. He turned around…to see the face of Yamamoto Takeshi, looking undecided and serious at the same time.
"Yeah, we." He offered a grin to the nameless kimono-clad maiden in front of him. "Who are you, miss?"
"Miss?" Tsuna's confusion echoed. Then he slapped a hand over his mouth.
His face burned. Then he turned away.
Yamamoto's face darkened. He saw the lady's eyes flicker to his cast before she turned away.
"I knew it. I'm sorry, you probably don't want to get involved with me, right? After getting you into so much trouble…I guess I am better off dead."
"Wha-?" Tsuna turned sharply around.
"Please, don't say anything in contrast. I'm probably only being kept around to play baseball for the school. You know it too, right?" Yamamoto let out a sigh, before his cheek burned with the impact of a slap.
"What on earth are you blabbering about!" Tsuna yelled at Yamamoto. "You mean you wanted that guy to kill you? That's incredibly stupid, even if I say so! And no, I don't know, and I probably don't want to! You're usually so cool and if I had even a tiny shred of the talent you had I wouldn't want death as much as I do now!"
Yamamoto simply stood there, holding his cheek, stunned as he watched the lady ramble on.
The lady's brown eyes shone with fiery indignance like the polished hazelnut handle of a flute.
"It's not fair that you're only out of commission temporarily because of your arm and you're complaining like that! Everyone smiles at you and praises you, and you aren't even sincere enough to give them a real smile in thanks for their adoration…you're frustrating, Yamamoto-san!" He exhaled deeply, then when he looked up the realization of the words he had just said hit him like a train-wreck.
"W-wait, I didn't mean to- I meant….Afasfigklpf!" The boy's cheeks flamed a bright red and his thoughts dissolved into incoherent mumbles.
"I-I take that all back, I'm sorr-" He held his hands in front of his face in a pleading gesture, only for his left to be grabbed by Yamamoto's own. The boy's face held small indication of relief, and…acceptance?
"No, don't apologize, I needed to hear that." Yamamoto mumbled. "Sorry, but do you think you could lend me your shoulder? I need a hug."
Before he could even agree, Tsuna found himself squeaking as he was enveloped into a firm embrace by one arm.
He awkwardly patted Yamamoto on the back in comfort, but realized he was probably being comforted as well. He felt warm, a lot warmer than the cold sheets of his mattress or his mostly vacant home.
He was still spaced out when Yamamoto pulled away slowly.
"Ahh, sorry, miss. It's just…I haven't gotten a hug in a long time right now, and no one really confronted me…" Not since my mother died.
"But you just came and ripped down my curtain of insecurities and now, Gyun Gyun! I'm all better!" He smiled broadly.
Tsuna gawked. That was a quick change in character.
"Guess the team can do without me…haha, who am I to belittle their abilities? They'll do awesome!"
A drop of liquid plopped on Tsuna's cheek and rolled down his face.
"A-ah, i-it's raining." Tsuna realised.
"Oh, do you need a walk back home?" Yamamoto asked, right back to his normal self, scratching the back of his tousled black hair.
"N-no!" Tsuna blushed right up to where his "bangs" dipped to rest on the bridge of his nose.
"S-see you!" He said, turning and running, leaving Yamamoto standing in the rain.
"Hmm… boxers, huh?" Yamamoto noted absently, face blank.
He smiled.
They met on a rainy day.
