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``~My Day- Average Ordinary Love~``

~My day is droning by and by~

~Filled with love and deceit and brimmed with lies.~

~Emotions stir,~

~My mind whirs...~

Her curled toes jerked out of the icy stream, causing ripples where the shaken beads of water had splashed to.

'It's so cold!' Rain thought to herself, shivers shooting up her spine. She cautiously dipped her largest toe into the water, sighing at the shock of numbness it caused. 'How does he stand it?' Rain pondered as her eyes wandered ahead of her. At first they went from the stream, then to the waterfall, then to their target. His body was shining from the torrential downpour of sweat that rained from his brow, as well as the the mist of the waterfall. His muscles flexed as he repeatedly slashed at the waterfall. His dampened hair stuck to the sides of his face, and his bleeding red headband was tangled in messy knots. He began panting heavily, and hoarse noises began tumbling from his lips.

"Domon?" Rain said worriedly. She waded into the stream up to her knees in an attempt to come closer. The current was too rough, so she began going back to the shore. She climbed onto the grass and brushed off her wet legs. She began to stride over to where Domon was standing.

"Are you alright? Come on and dry off. I think you've gotten sick." Rain shouted over the noise of the water crashing. Domon either didn't hear her or didn't care- he didn't even turn around. He hacked about, straightened up, and continued his attack. She frowned and she wore an annoyed face. She tapped her bare toes in frustration. "Didn't you hear me?" Domon turned and scowled. His face frightened Rain; he looked angered and very frustrated. He shook his shoulders dry as he stepped toward her, sword in hand. He dragged his heels against the current, kicking up mud in the otherwise clear water. Rain stepped back as he drew closer, trying to hide the fact that she was afraid. He glared at her as his foot landed on the muddy bank with a thud.

"Can't you ever just stop bothering me?!" Domon snapped. Rain frowned as he walked past her, fists clenched. Rain shot an icy glare at his back.

'Where does he get off saying things like that? I just wanted to help!' Rain's mind screamed. She stormed away in the opposite direction of him, walking blindly into the forest. She ignored the continuous pains from her scraped and cut feet. She crunched a branch under her foot as she muttered angrily.

~Your tongue is dripping honey~

~And all of your cunning~

~Is confusing me. Why do I feel this way?~

"I swear, if she bugs me one more time while I'm training..." Domon growled to himself. He stopped in midstep. What exactly would he do? He wouldn't hurt her... would he? Domon shook the thought off as he strode back to camp. He sheathed his sword before disrespectfully throwing it against a rock. He sat down with a thump upon a decomposing log, crawling with insects and moss. It cracked under his weight, so Domon rolled off it and sat on the hard ground. He huffed and and coughed. Maybe she had been right. Was he coming down with something? After all, she was a doctor. She was probably right. He rolled his eyes rudely and closed them. He sighed as he shifted into a more comfortable position on his side. He felt unusually tired and unwilling to do anything. Especially apologizing to someone.

He yawned and was caught in a harsh cough. He didn't cover his mouth; there was no one else there. He pounded his chest and spit a couple of feet away. He lied his head down and it began to pound. He wanted to go to sleep on his slightly comfortable bed compiled of crumpled sheets; but he couldn't move. He wished someone was there to help him up...no. He could get up himself. He rolled onto his back and strained to sit up. He grunted and shakily stood up. He walked toward his tent and quickly flopped onto his bed. He went into a fit of coughing and reached for Rain's canteen that had dropped on the ground. He opened the top and chugged it down, water messily spilling on his clothes and staining his face. He dropped it, cap off, onto the ground as it sloshed about. He eyelids drooped and he quickly fell asleep.

~Your fingertips bleed emotion,~

~Love and hate, so cold~

~Yet causing friction and commotion...~

Rain sighed as her mind cleared of all of the anger. She had walked at least a mile or two away from camp, and was now somewhat lost. She was still mad at Domon for snapping at her; but she was beginning to become worried over him. He probably snapped just because he was sick, which people tend to do. She should check on him.... no. He wanted to be left alone, a statement that was obvious. So for now, she should just wander a little longer. Let her mind wander.

'Hmm...something to think about. Let's see now. Maybe why Domon act the way he does. No, that's a stupid question. It's because he was betrayed by his brother and master, obviously.' Rain thought. She was engulfed in shadow that was caused by the tree canopy overhead, unable to see beyond her. She felt about her, and sat down on a stump. She continued to think.

'But... why does he act so harsh to me? Did I do something wrong?...Or is he hiding something from me?' Rain bit her lip. Her fingers tapped her chin as she awaited the answer, as if it were to tumble from the sky. 'No, that's not it. He just... I don't know... maybe he... no...' She fought with herself over the truth. 'I should get out of this forest and get back to camp. The sun is setting, and before I know it, I'll never be able to leave here.' She stood silently and followed the light from the sunset, trying to escpe the forest.

~Wising I wasn't bound to you~

~By my childhood chains,~

~Yet so much good~

~Comes from this bane.~

'Domon, come over here! I think I've found something!" The girl shouted. She was giggling happily as I stumbled toward her. She was kneeling next a stream of water- one right next to our house, leading to the lake. I didn't feel that comfortable around her anymore- I was only 10, and I had my 'first crush' as my older brother put it. My heart always sped up when I was around her, my voice cracked, and that meant I didn't talk as much. She was a tad confused at the way I acted, but she ignored it. I sat by her side, to see up close what she had found. I looked up at her shyly and she smiled. She motioned for me to look closer, an I put my head down at the edge of the water.

And then it happened. The next thing I knew, I was flailing around in the water, making a fool of myself. I heard a laugh behind me. Two laughs. I waded out of the stream, wiped my eyes, and gaped at what I saw. My older brother laughing it up with Rain. I frowned and felt my brows weigh themselves down. I stomped off angrily to my room, were I didn't talk to anyone, let alone come out of my room, for hours. I was so... embarassed.

I heard a tap at my window, and I ignored it.

"Domon, come on out. I was only playing." Rain called. I huffed and yelled at her to leave me alone. "Don't make me come in there! I've broken into your room a million times before, so don't think anything is stopping me now!"

"Can't you ever stop bothering me!?" I snapped. I heard a small gasp. It was followed by a small, simple sniffle. She knew as well as I did- she had been defeated. I saw her shadow against my window blinds run, and run far. I felt so bad... but I hid it. I couldn't let her know that I liked her. Liked it when she played around.... joked... laughed... everything. I didn't want anyone to know I was soft.....

Domon shot up.

"What a nightmare," Domon whispered to himself. He was sweating terribly, and slobber had trailed down his face. He wiped it off with his sheets and sat up. He threw the sheets off of him as he began to stand.He noticed something odd as he walked about the camp- Rain still wasn't back. Did what he say really hurt her? Was she lost? Maybe he should just wait for her to get back...

~Your exterior is rough;~

~And interior calloused;~

~Is there anything I could do~

~To stop you from acting with such malice?~

Rain walked warily, step by step. A fire was in sight, or, at least, some smoke. She was leaning on a charred stick she had found a while back, and sighed from relief as she drew closer to the camp. 'Thank God I made it back,' Rain thought as she stepped into the clearing. She saw a silhouette of a figure against the dancing flames ahead. His back was turned and he was sitting silently. His body rose up and down with heavy breathing. Rain laid the stick down and crept silently behind him. She saw his face illuminated- his eyes were closed, and his mouth was slightly ajar. Rain breathed in the crisp night air as she bravely wandered forward. Maybe he was asleep...

"So, you're back." A voice snapped. Rain stepped backward in surprise. She meekly responded with a nod, even though Domon couldn't see her. She straightened herself as she went to go to her tent. She felt Domon's icy eyes follow her, the hair bristling on her neck. She entered the tent and sighed. She flopped onto her 'bed' and examined her sore feet. She was so foolish, walking into a jungle barefoot. Thorns were implanted, mud engulfed them, and leaves were stuck onto them. She reached for her medical kit at her side, and searched around for some tweasers and some disinfectant. She cleaned her feet and pulled most of the thorns, biting her lip. She mustn't make a sound.

Meanwhile, Domon was enjoying himself. He could plainly see Rain's uneasy shadow through the tent and the torch inside. He watched as she jerked every once in awhile from some unknown pain. He watched as she was... plucking at her foot. He couldn't help but laugh at the thought of what was going on; it was mean, but it was the truth. After a while he worried at some very quiet whimpering; she couldn't be that hurt, could she? Just at that thought, the light went out. Domon shrugged as he grabbed a bucket of water he had gathered earlier and splashed it onto the fire.

~Your hand reaches through~

~Your shield of insecurities,~

~And your voice rings true-~

~Your hand brushes mine.~

'Is he going to sleep?' Rain thought. Just to be sure, Rain peeked outside. No one. She smiled out of relief and stood slowly, gaining support from her hands as she pushed herself up. A wave of pain shot through her, and she fell to her knees, landing on the rocky ground outside her safe tent. She had grabbed the tent's rough cloth in an attempt to save herself, but it was to no avail. The tent came crashing down on top of her.

"What's going on here?" Domon shouted as he ran back to the camp clearing. He looked at a cloud of dust that had risen into the night air, and ran to it. It was the spot where Rain's tent had been... what was going on? He knelt and dug through the collapsed tent. A hand was fidgeting out. His black eyebrows arched as he pulled on the hand. He heard a small gasp as he tugged it out- just slightly roughly- and the body was revealed.

'What went on here?' Domon thought. He had only been gone moment. But instead of asking, he said nothing. His hands reached under her arms and he gently pulled her out of the mess. He dragged her to a nearby rock and laid her back against it. She was blushing like crazy, although the darkness consumed her embaressment. She was about to say something, but she bit her lip. The two sat in silence. The air was filled with confusion, as if the wind carried their thoughts. Domon sat beside her, with his arms at his side. Rain scooched a bit away; but no more. The two sat for quite a while- until a sudden movement broke the peace. In an attempt to be more comfortable against the rock, Domon had moved is hands about the ground. They ran over a warm object- Rain's hand.

~Apologies- not needed, not accepted;~

~You brace yourself for a warm smile~.

Domon's hand quickly withdrew, as well as Domon himself. He shyly stood and hurried over to his tent. He was glowing a bright pink, a most unusual color for him. He opened the cloth door and was about to sit down when he realized- Rain was going to be left out in the cold.

'Now Domon, think. She has to sleep in the tent, of course, but where would I sleep then? Certainly not in the same tent- she would get the wrong idea. I'll sleep outside. But then she would worry about me getting even more sick and-' Domon stopped and sighed. This was going no where. 'But I shouldn't go back to fast- what would she think? I mean, I'm just a friend, and friend's make mistakes, right? She knew that was an accident, right?' Domon paused. 'Or was it?' Domon's questions to himself were broken by a sudden clash of lightening. Then followed by the heavy pitter-patter of tropical rain pounding on the thick canvass of the tent. 'I should bring her in here. Now. No questions about it.' At that, Domon's heart pushed his pride out he window- he stood and opened the tent. His thick boots immediately sunk into the mud, making it even more hard to walk. The heavy rain stung his face, but he didn't care. He walked over to where Rain's shadow was curled up in a ball. He tapped her shoulder oh-so-casually. She didn't look up- her face was buried beneath her arms. Domon placed a firm hand her shoulder, although the trip there was quite a test.

"Domon- is that you?" Rain questioned, her voice rising above the pummeling wind. Her eyes struggled to look up, and Domon outstretched a hand. She smiled lightly and grabbed it. He pulled her up, his knees shaking. He shielded her as they ran to the tent. He practically pushed her into the tent, followed, and closed the tent forcefully. He didn't turn around, but could feel her warm eyes searching him. He hesitantly turned and sat down across from her. She looked very uncomfortable; her hair was dripping, clothes were damp and freezing, and her face red and stinging. His hands reached for a towel he often used to wipe off his sweat from training and threw it into her lap. She shakily responded with a 'Thanks'. She wrung out her hair by squeezing it tightly, and wiped off her face. It smelled terribly and was sticky; but she didn't complain. She couldn't say much of anything right then.

"Th-thank y-you," Rain said, her spine shivering, causing sudden brakes in her words. Domon didn't respond; he didn't even nod. He just watched her.

'Why is he staring at me like that? Did I do something wrong? Or is it because I look so bad?' Rain thought warily. She put the towel down in front of her, pushing it to the middle. And they sat. And Domon stared. And Rain thought. Finally, Domon broke the silence.

"I'm sorry." Domon said in a slightly bashful way. This caught Rain off guard.

'Wha-what?"

"I'm-I'm sorry. For the way I acted. For what I did." Domon said nervously. Rain's jar dropped ajar. Was the 'King of Hearts' admitting defeat? To her?

"Don't apologize. You had every right to act that way." Rain lied. "And by the way, you're sick, right?" Rain said cautiously. Domon shrugged lightly, still confused by her response earlier. Rain sat up and slowly dragged her knees across the dusty floor. She sat atop her arched feet and tapped her finger against her chin. "I'll be right back." Rain said suddenly. She sat up and walked outside the tent. She dug around the mess of her destroyed tent and smiled at what she had found. She ran back to Domon's tent-carefully, as not to slip- and sat down in front of him.

"Here- I found some cold medicine. I don't have anymore, so open up and swallow." Rain commanded in a haughty voice. Domon arched one eyebrow and shook his head in a very boyish manner. "Come on now- open!" Rain said as she forced his jaw open and popped the pill in. This was a routine that was remembered by the both of them. They both laughed a little and got back to their quiet silence. It was casually interrupted by a small cough from Domon's throat. Then, the continuous noise of the heavy rain stopped.

"Well, that's my cue. Goodnight, and sleep well," Rain commented as she stood to go outside and sleep on the muddy, rocky ground. A rough hand grabbed hers. She turned around, confused.

"No. I'm going, you stay." Domon said as he stood quickly, taking a step ahead of her- blocking the exit.

"Come on. You're sick, and need to be warm. I'm warning you- as a doctor and a friend, just stay in here. Please." Rain said, confronting him. The two stared each other in the eye. Domon eventually backed down and let Rain leave. Rain walked out side and lied down uncomfortably on the wet grass, with worms and snails strewn about.

'You're not going to let her just sleep in the cold, are you? At least give her a blanket!' One side of Domon said angrily. Domon shook his head and sat back down on his bed. He smiled sadly as he waited for dawn to arrive.

~My day drones on.~

Rain felt warm. Unusually warm. Her eyes blinked open and she lifted her hands to wipe them. She looked about her to see she was... in the tent. Wrapped carefully in Domon's blankets. An unlit torch was next to her and the bright morning sun bleaching the brown tent a warm yellow. She snuggled a bit more tightly into the covers and looked about. Domon wasn't there. How did she get there? The answer was obvious. Domon had brought her in there while she was asleep. Tucked her in kindly. That couldn't be right... he wouldn't do that, would he? Maybe the reason that he acted so oddly, ignored her, and yet did this was because... did he... Rain shook her head of such thoughts. She reminded herself to bother Domon about it later. While he was training, of course.

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--Sailor Hannah (P.S. I'm sorry that you are lost Berk... do you need a map?)