:: Author's Note::
Rain
Pairings: JxJ/JxC
A/N: I wuv Halloween! Just wish I could have gotten a Halloween special up but since I didn't, I'm doing a special! Hopefully this is better than my normal writings. Oh, and thank you all for the reviews! Oh, and Black Waltz, get writing your JetxClive fan fic! They are a very addicting couple and you must finish your unfinished fan fic you good writer you! - Anyhow, I should get to writing/finishing this thing before it bugs me out of my mind!:::
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::Jet's PoV::
A long time ago, I was told by a strong man that 'The only person you can depend on is yourself.' Those words could never be more wrong all at once. Fighting alone was one of the most difficult things to do in this world. To be alone, I was brought into this world alone and shall go out of it alone. The only thing wrong about that saying is that it doesn't mention that the only person you can trust is yourself, but you can depend on the world for everything else. Learn these rules and surely one will become victorious over others. Who knows, maybe once someone awakens to these rules, they could grow a better understanding of the world around them. Out of everything though, the only truth I will ever know is that hallow feeling inside.
Everyone has that feeling time to time. Those lonely drinkers staring into the empty glass, just wishing for a part of it to be filled to numb all your sorrows away; however life seems never to flow amongst that path. No... Instead it whips everything dry when it's done. So, here I am. Alone, and waiting for my final judgment this world shall give me. Am I bound to the heavens? Am I chained into the dark pits of hell? Or... shall I suffer a fate worse than hell? Shall I end up cast alone into the cold for the rest of my artificial life? Usually, I would never pray. I'm not even a religious person, but I pray tonight... Please guide me down one path to nullify this hallow shell. Weather it be destruction or purity, guide me to the end. The sky no longer holds my journey ahead...And I am alone. Guide me into the rain, for you bring me closer to god.
Rain, the most precious gift this desert planet could ever see. The forgiving winds rarely shunned their face upon the world, and at last a glimmer of hope had arrived. Rain poured down from the heavenly skies, dampening the land below. Many of the villages and towns celebrated. Children running amongst the streets seeing something for the first time, their parents seeing a miracle blessed towards their children. In all, it seemed over a night people grew closer together, and maybe further apart. The strings pull apart, as everything fades away. With cold carrying over, it wasn't long before it frozen into more of a wondrous land that many have never drawn their eyes to. The world glistening before them, for the first time, humans could see a beautiful ending day.
Days, weeks, maybe even months seemed to float by. The mighty group of four had dwindled down to three, and even then two, no and even until it was none. Clive had left weeks after the young android had vanished into the world. His own guilt stung into his heart, tearing each piece of him away. That boy meant so much, and in a moment he destroyed him. A moment of loosing self control, where in which everyday he wishes he could take back. 'My dear angel...' The others could have done nothing to stop him from leaving. The sad empty look in his eyes revealed a man searching, searching for what he believed and needed. Searching for what he lost and may never recover, the man was lost and continuing to follow his heart.
"Jet, I will find you... I just want to say....."
Clive, he was alone knowing he would never get him back. He had lost everything he had came to love in his journey, and now his life was coming to an end with no purpose to it other than to fade into the distance of an after life.
'Jet... I'm sorry.'
The silver haired angel himself was lost in his own existence. While Clive had the support of friends, the world wasn't very supportive in a way towards Jet. In fact, it was just as cruel as ever, like before he learned to take care of himself, and only himself. Having traveled the world over, soon he himself was growing with exhaustion, even a loss of hope inside. Out of everything, he only regretted one thing. "Clive..."
'If you could hear me now, you would know I love you. If you could see me now, I would show you how I cared. If you were here right now, would I be in your arms? Clive, if you were with me... I would not have to shed my last tear for you.'
Warmth was constantly escaping his already exhausted body; he was becoming too weak to carry on. Every breath was fading, every moment becoming colder. He couldn't hear, he didn't want to see, he couldn't feel the snow build around his flesh, but that didn't change anything. When the snow stopped, never did he emerge, nor did he stir. Lifeless, the young android laid cripple buried beneath the blankets of white. Sadly, it wasn't his end, his suffering would continue, but a part of him nullified to be awakening in a new view.
Days later, Jet was back on his feet traveling the world around. A part of him did die that night, but a part of him also grew that night. He learned he couldn't blame himself for the past; he could create a new future for himself though. If someone were to follow, they could join into his world of a brighter future, as long as they were side by side, the world would take them into the flow of time.
Hot sand blowing everywhere, the world had returned to its normal state. The normal activities presuming, the drifters reaching back to their dreams. Deep into the wastelands, the sounds of fight echoed loudly, two men fighting side by side. One with silver hair and was agile with a heavy attack along side of an older light blue haired fellow who used the powers of a sword to balance out the attacks. At first, one would think they were fighting one another, but indeed they had been fighting together and working on hoarding off a small army of demons. Their skills showing on how well their attacks intertwined depending on one another. Different maneuvers, tactics, and styles shown through over and over again until both could finally rest and laugh at their mistakes during the small battle. Jet and Janus, fighting side by side, once sworn enemies now lodged one by one fighting towards the same goal. Freedom, what neither possessed but wanted more than the world. Jet to be freed from his curse and Janus from his restrains. Both of them having found one another by accident one day, and so far it was the best thing for Jet to forget about Clive. Janus was like a pill, a current pain killer.
"I told you that would work." Janus smirked to Jet, gently nudging him trying to cheer up the moping boy near him. Grinning even more to hear a chuckle from Jet, Janus gripped an arm over his shoulder softly getting a tough playful ruffle to the boy's head.
If you don't trust someone, it's impossible to get hurt in the first place by them. Their words, lies, emotions they hide inside mean nothing. To them, maybe someone else means something, but not always the same affection is returned. An emotionless love, maybe even lust? Whatever it was, it was nothing but a pain killer for the moment.
Take my pain, kill it for me. Turn it inside out, do with it as you please. Take it away, destroy it for me, kill my pain, kill it for me. For I'm so dirty, I can never be clean, for all I am is dirt. The filth won't wash away, it won't leave my skin, I will always be dirt. It only hurts to breath; it always hurts to cry, for I am so empty inside. I am my death, I am my tears, I am my becoming of an endless spiral down.
::Clive's PoV::
Ever since he left, the world hasn't been the same. Every detail seems to be darker than it had been. My eyes always begin to feel heavy before I even awake. Maybe it's because I feel guilty, or maybe it's because I care. Sometimes, I wish I didn't hold such feelings. I wish to scoop him up in my arms, but I know I can't. Sometimes I wish I could hold him, and sing him to sleep. I search for him endlessly, to try to bring him back. It's not a lust I hold towards him, it's my feelings wanting to unfold. Until I speak those words to his face, I will travel the world in his footsteps following every trace. My forbidden love has been spread, to be known to the ears I wished to hide it. I broke their heart, but they understood my plea. My love for the boy had grown even over time, but has his hate grown as well? I just want to see him smile... to see him laugh, to see him one last time.
Gloved fingertips slid over the rim of a glass, guiding over it delicately trying to keep his eyes on the trail. Another empty glass remaining on a table, Clive stared down to it wishing it would be filled. It had been his fifth drink, but it didn't matter. Addiction to have more, he pushed it aside receiving another thick full glass of the bitter tasting liquid. His breath reeking of the alcohol. He rose once that night, to dance like any drunken man would do when being told to. As well as any drunken man, he awoke the next morning with a splitting headache and a hate towards the world.
'When the morning comes, I wish to be dead.'
:To be continued::
A/N: I plan on getting more into character next chapter hopefully because I seen that my characters aren't interacting very well. This chapter was more spiritual and thought out as the other one had been. –Nods.- I hope you enjoyed! I almost forgot about this fic.