Disclaimer: Still not mine. Not owning anything, and no money being made.

Author Notes: I decided that since Tears went over as well as it did, I'd turn it into a multichapter story. Thanks to everyone who reviewed with such nice comments and Espantalho, I love you too. ;)

It was Raining

It was raining and the funeral was over. Warren Peace was really gone, and the small group of kids stood in a huddle, starring unseeingly at the stone. It was new, clean, free of weeds or cracks, unlike some of the older ones. The headstone had rain trickling down the front and sides and the kids made no move to leave. The small group's silence was broken by an occassional sniffle or sob.

It was raining. Will had tilted his face upwards, letting the rain trickle down his face. He swallowed, attempting to rid his throat of the lump that had formed. Will was glad it was raining. It was suppose to rain on funerals. Especially for his. If Warren could see how broken everyone was, he would probably be angry. He wouldn't want tears shed over him. Will lowered his head, letting his tears and rain mix. Funerals were suppose to be wet and horrible because the heavens cried for the person lost.

Layla was sobbing. It seemed like she had been sobbing for days. She buried her head in her hands, as she wept, somehow managing to stay on her feet. It was raining and she let the drops fall on her. Will quickly turned and pulled her into his arms. Her head lay between his neck and his shoulder and she sobbed. She mumbled inchoerntly between her sobs, and Will simply tightened his grip. She made not effort to stop. She would keep crying for as long as she had tears.

Zack was curled in on himself, starring up at the sky, his eyes following some of the slow travling dark clouds. He was glowing slightly, like a lone light, flickering in the grayness of the day. He was crying, in angry gasps, trying to hide it but they knew it was there. All he wanted was for things to go back to how things use to be. He had told Warren he would be ok. He'd said it so much he'd almost convinced himself, and then Warren had died. Zack felt as if his world had collpased. This wasn't suppose to be happening. These kind of things weren't suppose to happen to the good guys.

The good guys were suppose to win, and they were suppose to be invincible.

Ethan didn't try and hide his tears. He stood upright, near the coffin, tears streaming down his dark cheeks. He wouldn't bother to wipe them away, and he didn't look at anyone. It was raining and he didn't care. He hesitantly reached out to touch the coffin. Ethan had been the one to remind they that Warren wouldn't have wanted a big funeral. He wouldn't want much fuss, and now standing here with the rest of the group, Ethan wondered if anyone would have come. Will's parents would have come, they asked them to stay behind, but would anyone else. Ethan snarled through his tears. People were afraid of Warren, and now, he was dead. Ethan didn't know if anyone would care.

Magenta promised him she would not cry. Before he had died, she had promised him. Not with words, but with her eyes. She was finding that hard, but she would honor that promise. Besides, there was enough crying. Layla was crying loudly, even though muffled by Will's shoulder. Zack was fighting it, but his light seems to flicker almost in time with his shivers. Ethan didn't make any sound as he cried, but she could see his red eyes from where he stood. She ached for the loss of her friend. Her eyes stung, but she would not cry.

It was raining.

And no one moved.