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Rainy Day Man
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Lady Une sat within a small café, sipping a steamy cappuccino. She had the most recent edition of The Daily Bugle (Sorry Spiderman) newspaper and was avidly reading an article about Tensions Between the Colonies. A brief smile, laced with cynic, passed over her lips.
"If only they knew…" she muttered to herself, folding the paper and lying it on the table. She was sure to see some gloomy faces when she walked into HQ later today. It had begun to darken outside and Une noticed the lights gradually brightening. She sighed. She hadn't expressed rain, so she lacked a coat and an umbrella.
"A storm is coming.." her phrase held hidden meaning, a meaning of danger which anyone could pick up. She rose from her seat and departed from the café. In the instant that she stepped outside she was greeted with a sudden downpour of rain. She cursed and moved down the sidewalk. Umbrellas started popping up everywhere.
She ran into several people, apologizing and excusing herself the whole way through. People were moving slowly now, since it was raining and they kept careful not to get wet. She gave up on her attempts to excuse herself and continued to run down the crowded sidewalks. Suddenly she slammed straight into a person who turned the corner.
"Lady Une, you're soaking wet!" The voice nearly made her nauseous. She didn't want to turn around; she didn't want to look back. She didn't want to stare into those ensnaring ice blue orbs. But she turned nevertheless.
She stared deep into Milliardo's eyes. He could feel her soul, the dilapidated epitome of what used to be, and what had been for even a brief moment. They stood there for a moment, as if the world had suddenly disappeared, oblivious to the people who moved around them.
Suddenly Lady Une spat.
"And?" She walked off, leaving Milliardo to look after her. He felt that pull then; the tug on the heart that tells one to 'chase after her you idiot!' A whole lifetime of suffering replayed itself on Milliardo, but he didn't go after her.
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She sat staring out the window, the rain tapping against the glass the only obvious sound. There was a slight sniffle that broke the silence like breaking glass. Lady Une was crying. A soft sort of crying, one that would have liked to be withheld.
"Only one person could completely befuddle and run the one they love into the ground. What was I supposed to do? What did I expect? For him to leave Noin? No, that thought was preposterous, I know he wouldn't. But what compelled him to do what he did to begin with? Oh I'm so confused.." Lady Une rambled on for a while, holding her head.
Finally she picked herself up and took some aspirin. She couldn't wait for work tomorrow, it would take her mind off of things. She decided to be a couch potato for once, and went to her bathroom. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and dressed herself in a white tank and grey sweats.
She flopped onto her couch and put the television on the action channel. She wasn't one for chic flicks.