Rain
Disclaimer: Shaman King does not belong to me
Summary: Rain. He loved it. It was then he was no longer bounded by the heavy chains of his past. He was no longer Asakura Hao
Rain
He loved it
In contrary to what many others may think, with his power of pyro, he adored the rain.
Rain was soothing.
Rain washes away such degrading things.
With the pellets of cool droplets falling onto his hair and skin, he could feel the very nature embracing him. It was frosty and cold, but nevertheless refreshing. The soft liquid traced the curves on his skin and trailed down his long tresses.
It was then he was no longer bounded by the heavy chains of his past.
He was no longer Asakura Hao, the powerful shaman who is the ancestor of the Asakura clan. Not the one who was scorned by his own blood as the black sheep of the family.
He was not the Patch tribe member who caused tragedy after tragedy for participating shamans because they would not follow his visions.
He was not the shaman who is now repeating the dream that he failed achieving in his past two lives.
He wasn't even the boy who was all alone in the world. Whose anguish tears does not cease. Whose cries haunt him endlessly.
No –the rain washes away all that
He was none of them.
He belonged to no one.
He is inclined to nothing
He was free
Free to be who he wants to be with no burden to tie him down. No unfulfilled dreams to complete. No fragile cries to protect.
Rain was refreshing.
A rainbow always come afterwards. It's always come, he just have to look for it.
Rainbow was beautiful but fleeting
It vanishes right in front of you
Then he remembers his state.
His cold, drench, weakened self
And strived for fire