The Rainfall

The rain was cold and soaked the brunette's clothes to her body. Her neat and tidy school outfit of white, long sleeve polo shirt and green quilt pattern skirt along with black nylons had gained to be of an incredible soaked and sticky outfit. The shirt had become see-through and clinged dreadfully at her body. Her skirt was wrapped tightly around her legs, making it difficult for her to walk. Her nylons were also soaked and ripped easily in places around her heels. She had been forgetful that morning that it would rain and had forgotten an umbrella. What she couldn't wait for was a nice hot shower and to crawl up in her bed, having her fireplace going.

As she thought this, she thought of the one she loved. Her boyfriend, the blond Egyptian, Mystel. She hoped in her heart that he would visit her tonight, so, when she was dried off, she could crawl up in his arms and feel his warmth. Blushing at the thought, she quickened her pace and ripped through the woods, dodging branches and bushes. She reached the mansion soon. She had to rush up quickly to her room where she took a steaming hot shower, dried off, wrapped herself up in a white robe, and had now entered her room, using a white towel to dry her hair gently so it wouldn't break.

As she entered her room, expecting to see the blond Egyptian by the window, to her surprise, waiting for her was no blond Egyptian, but a blue eyed, red head angel in disguise. Brooklyn.

"Brooklyn, how did you get here?" she asked.

"I have my sources. Actually, Mystel told me," he confessed. He was on her bed, looking through her sketchbook. She noticed what page he was on, and ran forward.

"Please don't look at that!" she begged, reaching for it, but he pulled it out of her grasp easily, still staring at the page. Her face immediately flew red. What could she do now? She knew what was on that page. A picture of Brooklyn himself, but as an angel. A beautiful angel, flying through the trees in the woods, the wolves under him, watching him with admiration. She couldn't even let Mystel see that picture. She was so embarrassed now.

She walked away toward the door, but Brooklyn called to her. "This is really good. You're an excellent artist," he spoke. He laid the book down on the bed, and approached her. She turned to him, confused.

"You really like it?" she asked.

"Yeah. I mean, it could use with a little shading around the wings, but it's beautiful. I, personally, like it," he spoke. "You caught a lot of detail with the wolves, too. I mean-"

He let out a long whistle at the end of his sentence, and she blushed. Almost immediately, though, her stereo came on, playing Breathe No More, a soft and romantic song sang by Amy Lee. Again, her face went red. What would Mystel think if he saw this?

Mystel! Damn, she forgot. "Brooklyn, I'm sorry, but if Mystel comes and sees you, we'll both get in trouble," she spoke. Brooklyn waved a hand to silence her.

"No, we won't. Mystel isn't coming. It's raining too much for him to come. I brought an umbrella, so I have no complaints. However, I came to talk to you," he said.

"About what?" she asked.

"Hitoshi. And Max. And, of course, Mystel," Brooklyn said, leading her to the bed and sitting her on it, joining her on the edge. He sighed, and looked at her.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Hitoshi and you were friends for five years. Since you moved here, almost. I want to know if you have any feelings for him at all. Any that could be between hatred to love. And what about Max? Weren't you two friends?" Brooklyn asked. A light blush surrounded FD's face.

"Yes, me and Max were friends, but we were only pen pals. Nothing more. We would e-mail each other sometimes, talk on the phone, send letters back and forth, and sometimes even chat over the internet. We met only a couple of times, once I moved here. But that's all I consider Max, though. A friend," FD spoke sweetly to him. Brooklyn smiled at her, and she couldn't help but blush.

"And what about Hitoshi? How do you feel about him?" he asked.

"Neutral, I guess. I mean, Hitoshi and I were once best friends, almost like siblings. I once had a crush on him, but he broke my heart on our prom. Turns out that was the last thing that I had felt for him. Now that I've seen him again, I don't really have feelings for him. No pain, no rage, but no love. Just neutral, you know?" FD confessed sweetly to him.

Brooklyn smiled at her. A hand hovered over to her cheek, but she pulled away. "What are you doing?" she asked suspiciously. Brooklyn chuckled slightly, and then stood up.

"Just wanted to brush back a few strands of your hair. It's so wet, and you shouldn't hide your pretty face behind it," he said. She blushed at the comment. Brooklyn then noticed something. She had a low self-esteem. It was almost depressing to see this. Brooklyn then walked over to the window, and stepped onto the balcony. It had stopped raining all of a sudden. He turned to her, with a satisfied smile on his face. "Come here."

She obeyed, approaching him onto the balcony. She hated standing here with a guy. It made her relive it from the prom. But this time, the boy had his own hand wander to hers. She looked up at Brooklyn, surprised by his sudden actions. He smiled at her sweetly. Then he tilted her chin back and spoke to her.

"Your beautiful, Rika Micamura. You need to embrace what you have. Love may be an amazing feeling, but you have to look at what you have, and how that can be changed or improved," he said. What he did next surprised her. He leaned forward into her, but didn't kiss her. Instead, he brushed his nose softly against hers. A faint blush surrounded her face, but she didn't mind. He wasn't treating her like a child, or like an adult. He was treating her more like a sister. A close, affectionate sister. Maybe that was what she needed. Someone to care for her, not like a friend, not like a lover, but more of a sister. A younger sister.


Alexis couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her older sister with someone else other than Mystel. A red head. She had seen him around the BEGA building, but was never introduced to him. As the tree branches hovered over Alexis, her pink umbrella over her head, she saw this on her sister's balcony. The red head and her sister looked like they were kissing.

Alexis knew she had to take this to her advantage. Her sister was all high and mighty, this was one thing Alexis could use to make her sister miserable. If she could find a way to blackmail FD, and a way to break her up with Mystel, she would be the best in this family. It would be a snitch.


The rainy days had eventually ended, and the sun began to come out a lot. FD had become well interested in law and courting. The next time Mystel had seen her, her nose was buried in a book about the American amendments and laws. It was a surprise to see this, seeing as how she once broke the law.

"I had once dated a twenty-one year old like two years ago. It was a short relationship, but it's considered Statutory Rape in America," she had confessed.

Mystel had figured she was trying to find a way to bring her mother home, but she wasn't always in the books. Two or three times a week, she came over to the BEGA to battle some of the bladers, or talk with Mystel and his friends. She completely avoided Hitoshi, who did the same thing to her. But Mystel noticed a bond had grown between FD and Brooklyn. Like a friendship, even. Mystel had to admit, he was growing a little jealous over this, but was always reassured every time she embraced or kissed him.

It was warmer now, so Mystel went over to either the mansion or the hot springs in the afternoon. One day, he was in the woods when he heard the soft sigh coming from the hot springs.

He approached the area near the hot springs. The heat was evaporating and blowing toward his face. He was already sweating from training. He took off his mask, which glimmered in the sun. He wiped the sweat off his forehead, then approached the rocks surrounding the wooden fence. He climbed onto the rocks to look over the fence to spot the beautiful girl relaxing in the water. Sure enough, he saw her there, her head resting against the rocks surrounding the water, her eyes closed.

She was napping. How cute. Mystel pulled himself over the fence, and, careful so as to not wake her, he walked over to the other side where she was, and kneeled down to her level. He touched her lips softly, but then felt something wet around the corners of her mouth. He lifted his fingers up, and saw on his hands blood.

Something ran through his heart. Worry, fear, concern? Maybe. But she was bleeding from the inside. He immediately lifted her out of the water, and spread her across the sand at his feet. She seemed normal enough. But she was smaller now. More around the waist. He immediately saw the blood flowing from her lips. He found her cell phone close by and immediately called her house, not leaving her.

Her parents told her that what he was seeing wasn't normal, so he had to call the ambulance. After hanging up, he then realized that FD wasn't asleep, she wasn't subconscious, she was unconscious. This only made it worse. What was wrong with her!