A/N: Bah…stupid 'short' three day waiting period before a new user can post a story xP -pushes random person off bridge-
Person: Ahhhh! -splat-
Whoops, you didn't see that. -hands you five dollar bill- x)
Anyways…This is my first fanfic, so be sure to tell me what you think. I doubt I'll continue this if I don't get enough reviews P I'd love to hear from readers and feel free to submit your ideas xD
The Rain Falls Swiftly
Prologue—Meanderings
The dark haired boy edged closer to the open window and gazed in, mesmerized. Inside, just out of his reach, sat a young girl of about sixteen, laying on her stomach on the bed, calmly reading a book. Now and then, she bobbed her head slightly to music only she could hear, and he watched as her expression changed from surprised, to amused, to apprehensive. Suddenly she looked up out of the window, look around, saw nothing, and returned to her reading.
The boy sat back, leaning against the trunk of the tree, still grasping onto it with one hand. That was close, too close. He cursed himself silently. He'd specifically chosen this position because it allowed him to see others, while shielding him from view. And now, he'd let his guard down, and Akane had almost seen him.
"Never again," he told himself. "Not when you can see her, really see her, in a few days. No, tomorrow. Not when you can see her tomorrow.
"Don't blow your cover now."
Still, he couldn't help it, as he leaned forward again. She was so beautiful, so content, so at peace with the world that he didn't want to disturb her, didn't want to have to be the one to dump a big steaming bucket of foulness on her life. But as much as he didn't want to, he had to. She was the only other person he knew, or at least, he thought he knew that he knew that could help him.
But…now that he thought about it, he wasn't sure why he needed her help.
He clutched his head with both hands, wanting to remember, needing to remember. His mind burned with frustration as he shook it fiercely, trying to will his brain into conjuring up memories.
There was something…something horribly wrong. He didn't have much time, and…and what? No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't remember. All he could hear was voices. He tried to make some sense out of them, but his efforts were in vain. The voices began to swirl and mix together, creating a deafening cacophony that threatened to overwhelm him.
"Why me?" he thought, "Why can't I remember?"
Slowly the voices dimmed, fading to dull meanderings, and suddenly, he remembered. Grandfather.
He raised his eyes again, and watched as Akane frowned slightly at something she had just read and put the book down, picking up an aged photo album instead. His face softened, as he looked down at her, and he let the branch go, preparing to leap off.
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"Soon, Akane…"
Akane Tendou froze slightly; she thought she had heard something outside. Dropping the photo album on her bed, she looked up for the second time that night. She saw nothing out of the ordinary, and reached up to slide the window shut. Something caught her eye then, and she glanced up again, only to see a blackbird flitter by.
Akane closed the window, then drew the curtains and sat again, picking up the album and opening it.
Try as she might, she could not shake the feeling that someone had been watching her.
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A/N: I didn't intend for there to be a prologue at first, but this little scene just didn't fit in with the next 'chapter', even with the line dividers and all :/ Anyways, review please, and I'll have the next chapter up shortly :)