-Well, summer vacation is here, my friends. Let's make the best of this summer, shall we. ^^
-This chapter is an important filler chapter...sort of. It'll be more important in another sense. :3

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Rain, rain, go away.
Come again another day.
All the world is waiting for the sun.

To lie here under you,
is all that I could ever do.

– "Rain" by Breaking Benjamin

Chapter 36: Rainy Days

I never liked the rain.

Something about the way it fell noisily, creating lakes out of little rivers made me upset, like it's over exaggerating powers reminded me of something I wished not to think about. And wasn't there something about how it meant change? Rain symbolizes change? Well, I didn't like change. Not anymore.

As soon as Ezio and I returned back to Monteriggioni, he had been so busy that I hardly saw him. Both him and Mario were running around trying to figure out what was going on. Trips across northern Italy become quite common. The only time I seemed to be a part of the hustle was when Ezio would come and look over Tamair's documents with me to check if they spoke of Cyprus's importance. Which they didn't, by the way. I felt like I had read something about it though but perhaps that was in a document that had been left over in Palestine. In any case, this was no help at all.

Leonardo sent us a letter from Venice that he was leaving to Roma. He wouldn't be home for years, it read, and that he was terribly sorry for the inconvenience.

I felt like I was losing a hold of my life for a moment. And those damn rainy days never made it any better.

It was probably around two months after Ezio and I helped Bartolomeo when I broke my leg. I had been riding Guido around Monteriggioni when the horse slipped on a curve of a hill and fell over, sending me flying from my perch and hitting my leg against a boulder. The bone cracked audibly in my shin, making me cry out in absolute pain. I laid there, Guido nuzzling me for three hours until someone came and found me. During those three hours it became cloudy and started to rain. Breaking my leg, however, reminded Ezio that reality was still there. He dropped his frantic search for a bit to make sure that my leg was set right and that I was well taken care of.

Not too long after I started to hobble around with the help of a crutch though, Ezio went back to his search, disappearing for entire days and up all night at his desk, the candle light keeping me awake in his bed. Soon, I ended up just moving back down to my room since it was easier with my wounded leg, and also so that I could at least get some sleep.

Claudia had found herself fancied with a young man who lived over in another part of Tuscany. Because of this, she was gone from the Villa often, which left me and Maria to alternate the "book" job. The town had grown very nice by then. There was hardly any renovations to be done so most of the money went to the mercenaries to take home for their families. Some were so young that they didn't have families to tend to so they blew all of their money at the brothel, which only gave the money back to us at the big house. It was like a vicious circle.

About three months after my broken bone was starting to feel better, I offered to go to Florence with Ezio seeing how we hadn't spent all that much time together in the past five months. He agreed to let me go but after I had gotten all my things gathered together and had gotten down to the stables on my still sore leg, Ezio had left me behind. I was so angry that I considered taking Guido and following after him but I soon decided against that and just stomped back up to the Villa. Of course, when he came home around two weeks later, I was so upset with him that we got into a big argument and eventually ended it with sore feelings and pouting lips. I tried to punish him and didn't talk to him for a few days but then I realized that didn't do anything—we didn't talk that much as it was.

It was the end of summer, the hot days growing colder and the trees growing louder with their crinkled leaves. The hot days of the summer had caused the air to become humid and autumn rains occurred a lot more often than I ever remembered them. I would spend my days sitting on the front room's couches, staring out the windows at the gloomy rain, the book in my hand a simple prop there just for looks, for I hardly ever read it. I soon no longer cared about my looks, wearing the same clothes day after day, my sleeping clothes became my day clothes as well, and since it was the hot summer, it happened to be cropped pants that went to my thighs and a big, baggy shirt that used to be Ezio's. When I would catch myself staring out at the rain, I would find myself feeling sad and upset, feeling almost regretful like I had done wrong.

One of those rainy days, I was interrupted in my adopted routine when Mario came and sat down next to me, making me turn to look at him.

"What are you reading?" He asked, smiling at me.

"Uh." I read the cover of the book out-loud.

"What's it about?"

I paused, letting my fingers run nonchalantly across the cover before I turned and looked by out the window. "I honestly do not know."

Chuckling, Mario leaned back on the couch, heaving a big sigh. "So you're not busy, then?"

"Not really." My eyes locked upon one droplet that seemed glued to the glass. "Is there something that needs done?"

"Not necessarily," Mario allowed, "but since Ezio has been busy with this Cyprus business, I need some help taking care of preparing for winter."

I frowned, looking back up to Mario. "If you want it done good, you should make Ezio stop worrying so damned much. Why is it suddenly such a big deal that we don't know what our enemies our planning? We haven't known for ten years and yet we're still fine!" Frowning deeper, I opened the book and snuggled down in the cushions, the subject making me a bit more upset than the rain did.

Mario didn't let me get away that easily. He reached over and took a hold of the book, taking it out of my hand. "Then do this for me, not for Ezio."

Finally beaten, I agreed. Mario let me change into my more 'boyish' clothes before he lead me outside into the steady drizzle of rain. We stopped by the training ring to talk to the trainer there, Mario saying that he would be around town if there was a problem. We watched the two mercenaries fighting in the ring, both of them newbies and training hard so that they could be a part of this big movement. It always confused me to see them so eager to put their lives on the line but I guess that was the point—it was something that they could die for honorably.

The day started out with patching up roofs that had been damaged over the years, keeping the rain out of the citizens' homes. But in order for those roofs to be patched up, both Mario and I had to be soaked to the bone by the rain. A few of the Mercenaries came to help seeing that it was one hell of a day to be working outside. Ezio never did show up and I found myself looking up through the slashing rain to the top of the Villa to glare at that small little square above the rest of the house. It wasn't fair that he got to stay inside, warm and dry, while I had to be out here, working my tail off and getting so wet that I might as well have been sitting in a freezing tub of water.

I had forgotten to tie my hair back, so the thick slabs of wet hair kept getting in my face and I became so frustrated that I seriously considered just chopping all of it off. I was surprised with how many houses had damaged roofs—you think that we had been throwing canon balls at the town. Of course, all of the people were grateful for our deeds to fix their homes; they had been worried about all the rain this year and didn't want their homes to be ruined.

It was the last roof of the town, the day delving into the evening, when we heard it. It almost sounded like thunder or even a small earthquake. Both Mario and I looked up immediately, catching each others gaze and immediately we both knew something was wrong. Just at that moment, one of Mario's men came running down the street, shouting up to us on the roof.

"Mario! Mario!" He was yelling. "A large group of men are headed towards the city! They look to attack, sir."

Mario fell into his battle mode immediately. "One of you men, go get Ezio quickly. Narina, you come with me." As we both jumped down off of the roof, landing in large puddles forming in the streets, Mario ordered the city gates be shut and both of us ran towards the front of the city. I didn't have any weapons on me and I noticed neither did Mario. Hopefully it would be a peaceful encounter...

We climbed up onto the surrounding wall of the city as the gates were closing shut. Upon the high wall, both Mario and I glanced down at the path that led out of Monteriggioni and saw a rather large group of men riding on horseback, tugging behind them large contraptions that I knew meant us no good. There was probably around two dozen of them, all of them burly and not very friendly-looking.

"This might be trouble," Mario whispered and at that moment a man ran up and handed both Mario and I a sword. I stared at the blade blankly, noting that I was to give it to the next unarmed ally that I saw—I sure as hell didn't need it.

I watched with guarded eyes as the men on the horses approached the gate, staring up at us with deep frowns and angry glares, their eyes unblinking even in the pouring rain. Mario leaned a bit more over the edge.

"Welcome to Monteriggioni," he greeted in a civil manner. "What can I help you with, gentlemen?" I had learned over the years that Mario was very good with his words and I only wished that I could be just as charismatic.

"We want blood!" One of them screamed, obviously the leader of the group. "No one kills a brother of ours and gets away with it!"

Just then, one of the men in the group pulled out a bow and arrow, slinging back an arrow and shooting at us. I dodged the point by the skin of my teeth and dropped down behind the stone wall, shaking slightly. Mario was down next to me, his gaze set hard upon me.

"What are they talking about?" He asked me, the whistle of the Mercenaries' arrows now flying through the air.

"They're probably in league with Silvio!" I explained, feeling the fear grip my stomach. "The Templars must have hired them!"

"God damn it," Mario breathed. "At least we were able to shut the gates before—."

He was cut off when I loud explosion sounded the air, the stone under us vibrating so violently that I was knocked off balance and toppled over. The sword that had been given to me fell out of my hands, skidding down over the edge of the wall and into the city. I lifted my head up and rolled over to stare up at Mario.

"Guns?" I asked, astonished.

Mario was already up and looking over the edge of the wall. "No," he breathed, eyes wide. "They have cannons."

Shit. Before I could really comprehend what was happening, Mario was screaming out orders to his men, telling them to ready for the gate to break. The city had to be protected by all costs. In another moment, I was being lifted up, being put on my own two feet by a tall, hooded man who looked me over worriedly.

"Are you hurt?" Ezio asked, his body movements making his armor sound noisily off of each other.

"No, the shock of the hit knocked me over," I explained.

Ezio looked up where Mario had been standing and right then another bang sounded. Ezio and I clung together to steady ourselves as the stone beneath us shook fiercely. Already I could hear the metal of the gate below us squeaking loudly as it crumpled under the power of the cannon balls. As the tremors fells away, Ezio held me away from him, away from his heat and back into the cold drizzle of the rain. "I would tell you to go to the villa to be safe but I know you won't listen to me," he breathed, "so I'm going to ask you to help all of the towns people reach safety. Protect yourself and I will try to not let them get close to the villa."

Not even able to smile at his considerate thought, I nodded, reaching up and pushing away the heavy clumps of hair in my eyes. Then he kissed me quickly before he followed the path Mario had gone and dropped back down to the streets below.

The sense of duty came about me and I too dropped down below and began to herd the scared citizens in the streets, telling them to all head towards the villa and to take refuge there. Because of the rain and the slick rocks beneath my feet, I slipped around a lot and had troubles getting the children, elderly and sick up towards the house. I managed to get the first group there, all of them taking refuge inside while I went back down to scour the streets that I hadn't managed to go down before. Only this time, the ruffians had managed to breach through the gate and they were now in the streets, pushing back Mario's men.

Although, I tried to avoid the battles at all costs, I still had to bear through a few to get people through the streets. I didn't knock out the enemies for the count, it was at least enough of a pressure point press that we could get by without having anyone get hurt.

Everyone in the villa was panicking. All the children were crying, the mothers speaking in hushed whispers and all of the men pacing around anxiously; some of them wanting to go outside and help somehow. The floors of the home were covered in a thin layer of water, everyone tracking it in by their clothes and hair.

Maria found me in the midst of it all as I was helping a mother wrap her daughter's swollen ankle that had been injured as we ran for safety. I looked up to the motherly figure and forced a smile. "Salute," I whispered, tying the bandage and standing up to talk to Maria.

She nodded in acknowledgment. "How safe will they all be here?" She wondered, already having heard about the attack.

"I'm not sure," I admitted, taking a hold of Maria's arm and leading her away from the people, not wanting them to overhear and panic. "The enemies are in the town streets but there is a large force of mercenaries surrounding the villa. The city might take a toll but I think the villa will be safe for a while." As I told Maria this softly, I heard a young girl behind me cry out that she had left her straw doll back at their house and I felt at a loss for her.

"Then they will all stay here?" Maria looked around in exasperation. "There is hardly enough room for all of them."

"Let's hope the battle will be over before nightfall," I whispered. "Then we can just send them all home." I looked around at all of the families hugging each other tightly, their eyes wide and staring out the high windows at the rain that pelted against the glass, shivering in their embraces. "As for now," I continued, "let's just make sure none of them die here. We have extra blankets to pass around, right?"

Maria nodded. "You're right. They need to get dry."

As Maria went to find extra blankets, I went the the hearth to the right side of the room, weaving through all of the citizens before I knelt down and stoked a fire to life, allowing the comforting crackle of the flames to calm the room. With blankets soon passed around, everyone becoming gradually more and more confident in this idea. Maria walked up next to me and asked me to the other room for a moment. We managed to wander into Mario's office and there she turned to me with a weird look in her eyes.

"Claudia went to fight," she simply said. Sighing and groaning in one breath, I reached up and rubbed my forehead. "It's not that she isn't a good fighter but I do worry about my little girl. Mario and his men can take care of this." She sighed, rubbing her forehead too. "Ezio is much to busy defending the city. I'll take care of the citizens; can you go find Claudia for me, please?"

"To be honest, Maria," I admitted, "I might not be able to get her to come back with me. Claudia is a part of your family, remember. She's stubborn."

Smiling softly, Maria nodded. "Just like her father. Do what you can, Narina."

I had a feeling that Maria had an idea of what I was dealing with, so I nodded and left out of the back of the Villa, rounding about to find the now-youngest Auditore.

I decided to take to the rooftops considering that the brutes didn't seem like the types to take to high grounds. Ezio would have already taken care of the archers upon the roofs considering that they would cause the most grief. At my vantage point, I could see the broken gate at the front of the town and I could hear the yells and screams throughout the city. The rain blurred things together but that didn't stop a fire from breaking out. Somehow, the brutes were able to set fire to the east side of the town and the brothel in the middle of it. Even though the drops of heaven seemed to keep the flames from roaring high, the destruction still spread and I could almost see all of the money we had spent on the town lift away in the black smoke.

I shifted my gaze to the streets below, trying to find the dark haired girl. I hopped across the roofs, somehow finding my balance on the slippery tiles. Thunder rolled over me and upon glancing up, I saw another flash of lightening streak across the sky, followed by yet another roll of thunder. I growled out loud, annoyed by the increasing wind and the impending storm. And how I was stuck out in it.

Above the city, I was getting nowhere, the rain hindering my sight greatly by continuing to drip in my eyes. The only thing I was even able to make out down in the streets were a bunch of men swinging blades at each other but there was no Claudia. Just when I was about to finally go on foot, soaked to the bone, freezing cold and clearly irritable, I walked along the roof and heard a quick snap of thunder. Or what that even thunder? My head snapped around but I wasn't quick enough to think about what I saw. The other side of the roof I was standing on exploded, a cannon ball delving down into the house. The broken tiles and wood splintered at me, making me scream and take a step back in the shock of the hit. The rain finally took it's moment and I slipped banging my head against the roof as I fell, immediately, blacking out.

I don't know exactly how long it took me to come to again but when I did, it was to an ungodly pain in my left leg. Crying out, blinking harshly for the rain still fell in my eyes, my head pounded in protest and I could feel a large goose egg forming on the back of my skull. When I managed to wipe my eyes, I looked down to my left leg, fearing that I'd see it broken again but everything looked to be fine. It still screamed out in pain, though. I leaned forward to press my fingers to my skin to figure out where it hurt.

"Narina!" I looked up to see Ezio running up to me, his robes splotched with blood and his sword sounding off as it was placed back into his sheath. I had to blink a few times and shake my head to focus on him as he knelt down next to me, helping me sit up straighter. "Are you alright?"

"Yes...no?" I rubbed my head. "I don't know." A pause. "Did you just see that?"

"See what?"

"Me fall?"

"No." I breathed out in relief, glad that he hadn't seen me make such a stupid mistake. "Some of Mario's men found you laying on the ground and they ran to tell me." He looked up through the sleeting rain to the rooftops, lightening flashing threateningly at his glance. "You fell from the roofs? Are you sure you're okay?"

"My leg hurts," I commented, trying to bend the leg and actually surprised when it complied. "But I don't think it's anything serious."

Ezio helped me up, putting an arm around my waist and making me lean into him. "What were you doing on the rooftops? I told you to help the townspeople." He sounded irritated.

"Your mother sent me to look for Claudia. She's fighting out here," I said in defense.

"Don't worry about that—I sent her back not too long ago. She's fine." Good. "As for now, I'm taking you back to the Villa—it's too dangerous out here. They know they've already lost so they're shooting cannon balls into the city to cause as much damage as they can."

"Oh?"

"Their leader is dead." I took the smidgen of pride in his tone that Ezio was the one who put the end to that.

We weren't even halfway back to the Villa when we walked into a small opening, Mario fighting one of our enemies who was swinging a large ax dangerously at him. All of Mario's men who had been fighting beside him laid dead in pools of watered-down blood. The sight through all of the rain made me shudder, the feeling like I was trying to remember something riddling my body. Ezio suddenly let me go, almost dropping me on my face as I caught myself on my sore leg. When I looked up, I saw Ezio blocking the swing of an ax in a deadlock, standing over a knocked over Mario who was bleeding from his side. Winning the battle, Ezio pushed the brute back and allowed a little room for Mario, who was still sensible enough to crawl away, to lean back against a building and turn his worn face up to the rain.

As quickly as I could, I hobbled over to him and fell down next to him, telling him briefly that he was going to be okay before I pulled out some of the medicine pouches he had at his waist. I tried to apply some of the alcohol onto his wound but before I could do anything else, Mario told me he was fine. Over his labored breaths, I heard the sound of metal flinging across stone, scraping loudly, and when I turned to look around, I saw Ezio's sword skid to a halt right in front of me.

It happened so fast. I was staring at the sword, knowing that Ezio didn't have it for his defense, and then I looked up. Almost as if in slow motion, I saw the brute of a man raise his ax up in the air, glistening in the rain, and though I knew Ezio had other weapons, other ways to defend himself, that he was a skilled and well trained assassin, something about the rain and the darkened skies caused me to panic. I reached forward, took a hold of the handle of Ezio's sword and lunged forth with eyes clamped shut, feeling the resistance against the sharp blade as I swung it horizontally. Warm splats of liquid dribbled all over my hands and arms, a big contrast from the cold rain drops.

And then I knew that I had killed the brute.

I had killed someone.

I felt the sword fall from my hands but I didn't hear it clatter to the ground. Instead, my left leg gave out under me and I found myself staring at a large pool—no, a sea of blood before me, my body shaking as I watched the rain drops cause ripples to shiver through the surface. My eyes couldn't focus on anything, I felt like I was rocking back and forth, I couldn't seem to get a grip on what had happened.

When I was finally able to see something, I saw bloody hands before me, spread out wide as the rain pelted and washed it away in a stream of red. When I focused more on where I was sitting there were bloodied bodies all around me, staring at me accusingly.

Why were my hands so bloody? Why were there so many dead? I didn't do it! I didn't mean to!

Slowly, ever so slowly, I looked up above the carpet of death, up towards the sky that poured so cryptically down on me. Above and before me was a man in a black robe, his dark hair stuck to his forehead from the rain, his brown eyes rolled back in his head as a noose swung him from his neck in the slices of rain.

And then I screamed, so loud I felt as though my lungs were going to lodge themselves in my throat, my tears falling down my face along with the rain. I covered my eyes with my bloodied hands, trying to rub away the image, trying to rid it before it could hurt me.

Arms were suddenly around me, pulling me tightly against warmth, fingers tangling within my soaked hair. I could feel the breaths on my ear but my screams seemed to drown out all of the voices.

"Narina!"

The screams finally stuffed themselves in my throat, making me catch a sudden hold on reality and I took my hands away, gazing up into golden eyes. It was strange, but it took me a moment to realize that they were Ezio's eyes. Then I looked at my hands, which were no longer covered in blood. Only three dead men were in the small enclosed area and only the fog hung in the air. "Narina, it's going to be okay."

When I looked at Ezio, I saw some conflicting emotions fighting in his eyes, like he wasn't sure what to think. And then I whispered, " I just killed someone..." This wasn't how it was supposed to be. I wasn't supposed to kill people. I wasn't an assassin. I couldn't be an assassin.

"Narina, listen to me." My face was taken hold of and I was made to look back at Ezio's gaze. "You did it to save me. Don't give me that look—you know you had to do it."

He was right—I did know that I had to do it. But I still found myself shaking my head. "I'm not supposed to kill," I whispered. "I'm not supposed to take lives away."

"And who said that?" Ezio wondered, trying desperately to get me to understand.

"I promised myself," I whispered, locking onto a rain drop that was falling slowly down Ezio's broad jaw. "It didn't solve anything...it didn't bring back..." My breath stopped as if I was silencing myself from letting out what I was remembering, although I couldn't recall it anymore. "I'm sorry," I whispered, leaning forward and pressing my face into Ezio's chest. "I'm so sorry."

He hushed me softly and pet my wet hair, humming sweet assurances in my ear. I felt that there was no way he could comprehend how terrifying it had been to see that sea of death before me, to see that proof of stupidity hanging before my eyes. And when I thought about it, I began to wonder just who that man that had been swinging before me was.

When I was finally able to stand up again, still shaken from my murder, Ezio had me help tow Mario up to the villa, the older man gasping for air. Upon our arrival, Ezio announced that he was going to go end this battle and left immediately. After that Maria began to tend to Mario, having the town doctor in the house help her tend the wound. I, on the other hand, sat against the wall next to an older woman sitting with her grandchild, brushing her hair with her fingers. I watched the small girl blankly, thinking about how precious that girl was to that grandmother, how devastated that grandmother would be if the girl were to die. How more than one life would be ended even if one died.

If so, then how many lives had I ended with just the one I had killed.? How many people did I affect by killing that man?

Something inside of me rebelled against this idea so harshly, the thought of taking a life, that I felt sick to my stomach. I felt like I should have been giving life, not taking it away. It was like my duty to make sure people...lived. Swiftly, I flung myself from my position and ran to the front door, leaning against the door frame as I retched outside, feeling disgusted with myself, with life and death...and with the god-damn rain

As I finished puking, I simply let the cool draft from the weather brush against my flushed cheeks, blowing away the nasty smell of my bile. Then I was being led back inside by Maria's hand, leading me through the people all sitting on the floor, waiting for their homes to be returned; leading me up the stairs, down the hall, through the small door way and up the incline to Ezio's room. As she helped me lay back on Ezio's bed after lighting a candle in the room, she brushed the hair out of my face, smiled at me softly, leaned forward and kissed my forehead.

"Rest," she whispered, pressing her hand to my cheek. "I'll send Ezio up as soon as he gets home. Thank you for your help, Narina."

Help. Help? How in the hell did I help? If anything, I made things worse!

His mother tucked me into bed, pulling the blankets up over me before she went back down through the hatch, leaving me to think about what I had done. Eventually, I rolled to my side, kicked off the covers, curled up in a ball and started to cry again. The pounding of the rain kept me from sleeping, I felt as though I was trapped, surrounded by all the windows that let me see the godforsaken element. It made me so frustrated, so helpless that I cried even more. Though there was flashes of lightening and rolls of thunder, there were no more cannon shots and that made me feel slightly better.

The candle burned out before Ezio came clamoring up the ladder, kicked off his shoes and sighed deeply. I knew that the battle was finally over. A moment passed with me just staring out the window to the side of the bed, my eyes swollen and nose stuffed as he undressed himself down to just his trousers. Then the bed dented and I felt his warmth surround me and my still damp, cold form.

"Narina."

I sniffed loudly, failing since snot plugged my nose, then I sighed, the noise all shaky and unsteady. He hugged me to him, kissing my hair. It was then that I began to both admire and fear Ezio for the fact that he was an assassin. How he could kill so easily and go on without a thought or regret...he must have been so strong for that and yet so messed up in the head.

Then it hit me. Ezio did go through what I just went through. Every time he killed someone, he went through the turmoil, the ungodly feeling of knowing that he just ended someone's precious life. That he just took someone's precious little kid away, someone's precious little grandchild away.

Without a single thought more, I rolled around in Ezio's hold and hugged him back, bawling into his chest, both of us now sharing a pain that I had never been able to comprehend before. The man I loved had gone through so much more shit than I had ever thought he had. He was so much more stronger than I had ever imagined.

As the rain turned into a light drizzle, my sobs turned into light breaths, Ezio's comforting words and murmurs turned into kisses.

"I'm sorry," I whispered to him, looking up at him in his hug, my voice sounding funny from my emotional tirade. "If I would have ever known what it was like, I would have..."

He tucked my head under his and hummed lightly. "It's alright. If I could have had it any other way, I wouldn't have wanted you to know what it was like."

I couldn't think of anything to reply with, so I simply snuggled into his strong chest, hugging him tighter. With Ezio's heartbeat thrumming out the steady beats of the rain light on the window, I was finally able to go to sleep. However, the only thing that I was able to dream of that night was seas of rain and blood, and the hazel, dazed eyes staring at from the dark-robed man hanging above the sea of death.

This chapter was completely a filler chapter for the two year skip in the game. Even if it was a filler chapter, it does have a very important point in it:

Narina can kill.
There's just a very good reason that she is so against it, but that's revealed later on down the road.

This chapter is also a door-opener to a story that I will write after this story, so I wanted to stick all of this in one. I know it's short—that's the basis of a filler chapter!

In the long run, it's summer vacation. Again. Did any of you catch that it was my stories birthday a few weeks ago? :3 I partied for it! :D Anyway, I hope to finish this story this summer so that I can work on other stuff throughout my Senior year. Depressing that I'm almost out of high school. I hardly want to grow up. :C

Thanks! And please review! :D I love reading them and replying! :3

(And on a side note, I actually love the rain. :3)

Thanks to HanashiNoSensu for betaing!