Tears of Rain
Hikari Angel
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing.
Fanfiction.net messed up my story on the other one so I'm doing this again. Sorry.
Quick note that I'm sure no one reads, but I don't care: Yes, it is me, the little person that reviews all the gundam wing/sailor moon fics that have my favorite firefly in it. I decided to write my own. I got the idea from the fact that I love the rain. It just helps when everything is going way too wrong or everything is too right for my liking. It always brings a nice bittersweet feeling that I can't help but love. And you can always hide your tears in rain. BTW: Yes Firefly is Hotaru.
Name Age Age they appear (Age they stopped growing)
Firefly 1211 17
Heero 1213 18
Trowa 1088 20
Quatre 725 18
Wufei 563 18
Duo 126 17
A small girl, maybe eleven, was in the cemetery. A gentle rain disguised the tears flowing down her face. She was just standing in the middle of a group of ten or eleven graves. She stepped towards one and fell to her knees, weeping. Her only companion, the rain, poured relentlessly, trying to soothe the aching pain in her chest, but the anguish was too horrendous. An ice cold hand rested on her shoulder, but she knew that it was only her imagination and looking upwards she saw her illusion: a young boy smiling gently at her. She nodded her thanks to the illusion of her own grief even though the pain in her chest still ached and had not lessened. And so the rain came down brutally, as if to wash away her agony. The hand disappeared. The misery came up in her throat, choking her. And under that bleak sky, she died.
Present w/Firefly
Firefly was sitting in the temple where she lived. Pity it was a beautiful day. Now she only liked the rain. Rain was the only thing that could make her forget everything. She was thinking about the illusion who had tried to comfort her. She still wasn't sure he'd been real, but she assumed he had been. Now she knew how much he truly had helped her without either of them realizing it. He had showed her that even though he didn't know her, he cared. Someone cared about her. That was all that mattered. She missed him. He was dead now, and she missed him more than anything.
More than a thousand years had passed, but she had stopped growing at 17. She was still awaiting the day that the only friends she had would be reborn again. She did not know when it would be, still, patiently she lingered. Her devotion to them was unbreakable. Then again, she'd thought that she was unbreakable, but she was glass, and she had shattered. . .
Somewhere else
His fangs sunk into the young girl's flesh. He was just draining her slightly; he needed to feed, just a bit. Carefully setting her down, he left her to join his four other friends. Yes, they were vampires, but they didn't kill the people they drained, nor did they change them like most. It was a cruel life, being a vampire, and no one deserved to live it, but the immortality and eternal youth was a huge plus. Still, there were limits. No love, the person you love will die before you know it so there was no point in trying.
If he ever smiled, an ironic mournful smile would have graced his mouth, but he didn't so his face remained blank and unemotional. That rule came too late for him. It was in the ancient times and he'd just become a vampire. He was going to the cemetery to feed and there had been a girl there. She was just standing there weeping. He'd tried to comfort her, and she'd smiled at him, but the agony in her purple eyes had not lessened so he left her to be with herself. To this day, he wondered what had become of her. He would never know. He only knew her face, that was all, and she'd passed away so long ago. It had been a millennium and then some, it would be impossible to track down exactly who she had been.
Long ago he had pondered a name for her and had come up with two. He figured that she was Japanese since it was in Japan that he saw her. Anrui, it meant silent tears. As he remembered, she had not let out any sobs or screeches. From the look in her eyes her grief had been beyond the point of crying out. And the other two were Kaikou and Keika. Keika meant light of a firefly, since she was so small and fragile like a firefly. Kaikou meant mysterious light, since he knew nothing about her. The light was about the fire that burned in her eyes. It was faded and weary, like a firefly's small light, but he knew that if she had not been so moved by grief, then the flame would have burned stronger.
And her eyes were so beautiful. Dark, a deep purple, so deep that you could get sucked into them and the tears in them. Those tears haunted him. They looked as though they were part of her eyes as though she'd begun to weep the moment she was born and had never stopped. Shaking his head he brought himself back to the future. He was at the meeting place.
Back at Firefly
Firefly was bored. She was sick of watching the cherry blossoms fall. She refused to go out in the sun. She had ever since she became alone again. Her newest pet raven who she'd named Titan was sleeping. She'd had so many birds that had lived and died it was pathetic. They lasted a life-time, but she lived many lives, all of which were named after moons of the solar system. Titan was the last moon left. The lovely sky was fully of clouds. A few had turned dark within the past few hours. She waited for the first drop to fall. It did. She stood up and ran to the door snatching her jacket, running to the place where she forgot everything.
Back to that boy
The air was cold, the breeze warm, high humidity. A storm was coming. Three others were already there. He wasn't late; actually he was exactly on time. They knew with him that you had better not even think about being late, the last one was an exception. He was the new one in the group. In a few seconds he would come running. 5 … 4 . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . They all turned when they saw him. Wind blew past brushing up cherry blossom petals that had filled the street because of the Sakura season that had begun two or three weeks ago, obscuring their view.
He felt something bump into him, and as it fell back he grabbed its arm. It had closed its eyes awaiting the impact of the ground. As soon as he saw her, he was shocked. Jaw dropped, face pale, and eyes wide he store at her. It was her! Keika!
She opened her eyes and opened her mouth, "Gomen Nasai, Arigatou for catc . . ." her voice trailed off as she looked at his face. She took the same expression as his. They just stood there, the same expression on their faces. Tears were in the girl's eyes. The other boys were looking back and forth between them when . . .
The last member of the group came running yelling, "SORRY I'M LATE!" And he stopped in front of the two, who had not stopped staring. "Huh? What's going on?" He waved a hand in front of their faces. Another one of the five boys grabbed him around the neck and moved him out of the way, but it was too late. They'd looked away, both blushing furiously.
"I'm sorry," he said, "I mistook you for someone else." He knew she was dead, and this girl just looked like her.
"Likewise." She muttered, also knowing the boy was dead. She moved around her and began running like she had when she ran into him. The boys were silent, and the one hadn't moved, but his blush had disappeared.
One of the boys, a blond one, got up the courage to ask, seeing the look in his friends eyes, "Who was that, Heero?"
"Obviously not who I thought it was, Quatre," he replied after a minute.
"Who did you think it was?" Quatre tried again.
"Nobody." Heero answered gruffly and irritably. Quatre nodded knowing better than to push. Unfortunately, the new guy didn't.
"Yeah, right. What? Did you date her or something?" he asked thickly. That earned him a hard smack in the back of the head.
"Ow! Geez! Wu-man, stop hitting so hard!" the newbie cried.
"My name is Wufei! Not Wu-man, braided baka!" The man now known as Wufei snorted.
"Chang! Maxwell! Silence!" ordered Heero. They shut their mouths quickly. Looking around he searched for the last of his friends.
"Barton?" he asked.
"Behind you." said the boy, stepping out of the shadows.
"Let's go home then." Heero replied, not turning to look at him. The followed silently, waiting until they were home to talk to each other about the girl.
Firefly's place
Firefly lay on the emerald grass, the soaked cherry blossoms forming a cushion beneath her. This was her escape: the rain, the only place where she could live. Everywhere else she was dead. She was in the middle of the ruins park. There had been an OZ attack and the place had been blown to pieces about seven hundred years ago. No one came there anymore, people said it was cursed. She'd found a small place surrounded by willows, Sakura trees, and birches and dug a pond, putting white water lilies in and randomly planting lilies everywhere. She had cut off a few branches of a birch so that the light came down and hit the very center of the pond, which gave it an eerie glow. She loved the spot and was grateful that no one came around.
She sat up to let the rain fall down on her when she realized something: the grass. She felt it between her fingers. It'd been cut, she never cut it. She wanted it to grow naturally. It was slightly dark so she couldn't see it very well and she had been to busy with her own thoughts. She didn't grow the plants to make the place pretty. She did it to give it more life. Something in the pond moved. Leaning over she noticed that there were vivid blue and green fish swimming in it. There had never been fish before. She fell backwards onto the ground breathing rigidly. Someone had been to her special spot.
A branch cracked. Her head shot up and there stood a young boy staring back at her.
Back to the boys
(In the case that you are almost as dense as me Barton is Trowa Barton, Maxwell is Duo Maxwell and Chang is Wufei Chang)
After a long conversation between the four friends each had gone their separate ways after Wufei had pointed out that his private life was his own. Trowa and Quatre had left to go to the garden Quatre had found a few weeks ago and was taking care of. He didn't think that it belonged to anyone. The grass had become overgrown and some of the plants looked over a hundred years old. He had trimmed the grass, but it didn't look as exotic like that so he had decided not to cut it again. They had all seen it and they came when they were feeling sad or mad. There was something about it that made the comforted, as though it had been created to give comfort to someone. And it had an aura about it that made it seem innocent and young, despite the fact that it was ancient.
Trowa had to go back to get the umbrellas, but Quatre didn't mind the rain and decided to wait for Trowa there. He got to the garden a found a girl there staring at the fish that Duo had put in. She fell back looking upset about it. And as he took a step forward a fallen branch snapped under his foot. She looked up at him and he store back. Neither said a word. She stood up. From her cloths he recognized her as the girl that had bumped into Heero. Trowa came up behind him and saw the girl. He too remain silent, but then again, he was always silent (sorry, I had to say it). (And no she doesn't recognize them because she was too wrapped up in starring at Heero)
"Ah, miss, do you mind if we join you?" Quatre asked politely.
"Um, no. Of course not." She replied shyly. She was withdrawn around people, but it couldn't be helped, sometimes she didn't know what to say or how to act.
"Thank you." Quatre smiled kindly and Trowa, noticing her uneasiness gave her a small smile. They sat down against trees and just looked at her. She just sat there and tried to look back, but every time she did she would blush and look down. Trying to pull herself together she took a deep breath, but didn't say anything. Finally after sitting there for about fifteen minutes uncomfortably she stood up and looked them in the eye.
"Where you the guys that cut the grass and put in the fish?" she asked. They both blinked at her. One moment she was extremely shy and too reserved to even look at them and then she was looking them in the eyes and asking very straightforward questions.
Still, little courteous Quatre nodded respectively, "I cut the grass and a friend of ours who comes here as well put in the fish." She looked down again, blushing at her very forthright question.
"Do you know whose garden this is?" Trowa asked. She nodded silently.'
"May we ask whom?" Trowa tried again.
"Mine. I found the spot a few years ago and made it." She said quietly. The boys looked surprised.
"It's very beautiful." Quatre complimented.
"Thank you . . ." Her voice trailed off.
"Quatre Rebarba Winner and you are?" Quatre stated
"Um, Firefly." She said with her face lowered, her soaked hair streaming down. The two looked at each other and back at her.
"Do you have a last name?" Trowa inquired.
"No, what's your name?" she said quickly changing the subject.
"Trowa Barton." Her eyes widened and she scooted backwards on the wet grass.
"D-do y-y-you. . ." she began, but kept on stuttering. Trowa looked back at her bewildered.
"Do I what?" Trowa asked confused.
She took a deep breath and started again, "Do you belong to the Barton foundation?" Quatre and Trowa exchanged shocked glances.
"Weren't they were destroyed a hundred years ago?" Quatre asked. How could she know that the foundation had survived? They were always kept under strict surveillance by none other than themselves.
She laughed at her own foolishness, "I'm sorry, I just freaked out at the name."
Quatre nodded and stood, "We're sorry if we disturbed your garden. We'll leave it be from now on. . ."
"No!" She cut him short and stood up smiling at them, "Feel free to come anytime and do anything you want. I don't mi. . ." and she was cut short by the cry of a bird which was flying in circles under the rain. Raising her hand she called out, "Titan!" It flew down and landed on her hand. She smiled and patted him.
Tuning to Trowa and Quatre who were astonished by her control of the bird she grinned, "Titan meet Trowa and Quatre. Trowa, hold out your hand." He did as she told him.
"Titan, go to Trowa." She commanded and it flew to him and landed gently on hi hand. Quatre stroked the raven as Firefly had. "Ok, Titan, time to go." It flew back to her. "Come again anytime you want. It's your garden now too." She said and left before they could even begin to say goodbye. Turning, they left and headed back towards the house.
On the way to Firefly's temple
Firefly was walking down a dark alley. The rain was weakening and she wanted to get inside. Without warning a boy with a bat stepped in front of her.
"Where you goin'?" he asked, looking her up and down.
"Home." She answered simply, knowing she could take this idiot, even if he did have a bat.
"You're right, hehe, home with me!" he snickered.
"No. You're wrong, I'm going home to my house and not you or anyone is going to stop me. Now get the hell out of my way." She replied.
"Oh really?" he replied slickly.
"Really." She answered calmly. Titan on her shoulder was staring him down as well when she began to squawk like crazy. Firefly turned around to find a whole gang of boys behind her. Her eyes widened. She turned back around and ran past the boy punching him in the face as she went by. He fell backwards clutching his nose.
"Damn you! Bitch! Kill her!" The boys complied and ran after her, but she was too fast. She got to another alleyway and was more than a mile ahead of them and still running when she felt something hit her leg. Falling to the ground she knew exactly what it was: a bullet. Titan was next to her squawking out, but Firefly grabbed her and whispered to her, "Titan, I need you now. Get help FAST!" And she released the bird which flew off as fast as its wings could take it. And there she lay in a dark alleyway, waiting for what chased her to catch up.
Everyone does cliffies so don't be surprised. Don't say this was short because for me it was long. 7 and half pages. Enjoy!