Theme: Lull and Storm
A/N: Zangetsu. I seem to be on a zanpakutou kick at the moment. Maybe I'll do the hollow next...seems pretty promising, at least. Ugh. Gotta go back to school tomorrow. Which means my writing time becomes nearly non-existent once again. C'est la vie, I suppose.
~Song
Truth No. 2
The rain is falling again.
It strikes the cloaked figure, each drop a freezing bullet seeping through dark cloth to pale skin beneath. There is nowhere to shelter from the relentless downpour in this featureless expanse of metal and glass. Strands of dark hair cling to his face; water drips from the ends in a steady metronome.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
He knows not where that inverted doppelganger has gone, but he is sure that the heartless aberration is overjoyed. He lives for the rain and all that it signifies.
A soft sigh whispers between parted lips. The cloaked man lifts his head to the sky, eyes obscured behind dark glasses that serve no purpose beneath an overcast sky. "Again, Ichigo?"
There is no response. His weilder always has been particularly hard of hearing. It is no surprise that he does not listen now, either.
As much as he hates this accursed weather, it is an ironic twist of fate that without it he cannot exist. He strives to stop the rain, to destroy anything that might prompt it to fall, but the truth is that without the rain, he has no purpose, and therefore no reason to live. Without the rain he is superfluous, a meaningless existence trapped within the confines of a limitless prison.
He hates the rain, but the moment this endless reptition of lull and storm ceases, so will he. And so the cycle continues.
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