Disclaimer: Um...Hi. Sorry I didn't say anything last chapter, I don't have much to say.I mean this isn't really a fanfiction..but just in case, if you see somethingthatbelongs to someone else, tell me,and I'll say something. ;;

Document 2: Rain:

Crimson.

It stained the ground before him. It stained his hands...his clothes...what the hell happened?

Yet he couldn't remember why...not for the life of him.

Running his hand through his lavander bangs he let himself breathe in sharp pants.

'That smell...it's sickening...what is it?'

His bangs stuck together with the sticky red substance. He mused, letting a bitter drugged smile play accross his lips as he looked up at the black sky as thunder boomed in the distance

Rain fell.

It fell in a cold sheet, waking the teen from his trance like dream into reality. It washed away the crimson from the earth, but to him it was red. A scarlet shower, washing him clean...allowing him to see the harsh reality.

It was if someone slapped him in the face, and he realized.

-the fighting...It was utterly pointless, starting with a small misunderstanding.

-and because of it...

Things were broken. He was cursed. Everyone was dead.

...and indirectly.

It was all his fault.

So he fell to his knees.

... and he cried.

Document 1: Imagery

Yuko awoke with a start, sitting up in a cold sweat. Trying to regulate his breathing he, looked to the alarm clock with wide orange eyes. Glowing red numbers told that it was an unholy time that any teenager would maul the poor sap that dared to wake them.

Sighing, Yuko stared at his still trembling hands.

They where clean. All was safe.

A dream.

Oh-how he despised dreams. The were never pleasant, always grey. Groaning, he got out of bet and move shakenly to the window, almost tripping over his tail.

It was raining, He was cold, but he refused to shiver. It was red...why was the rain always scarlet, the water always taking that sickening red color.

It was disgusting. Yet he was the only one who saw that disturbing hue. The crimson.

He hated it.

Soft orange eyes watched from behind red tufts of hair as the rain fell. He, never could sleep even if he wanted to. The voices of sleeping minds where always to loud, keeping him awake. So he slept with his eyes open, seemingly carefree and ignorant, but listening to their thoughts with a knowing smile and what seemed to be limitless patience.

He knew .He could see right through the facades and emotions. He knew...too much. So much that sometimes he thought he would explode.

So that's all he'd allow himself to do, just listen. Never caring. Never stressing. It was all he could do to keep himself from falling aprt.

Thunder boomed, and he winced.

Kuei loved the soothing patter of the rain, but hated the harsh sounds of thunder.

Sharp red eyes scanned the misty area around him. His unruly auburn hair was plastered to his face and his wet clothes clung to his body. The rain poured relentlessly as if mocking him, daring him to leave his post at the park. The rain always depressed him. It always brought back bad memories..painful memories..

..but their was nothing he could do about it.

Silently Sasuke pondered whether it would matter if he took one night off. Or whether the girls would fawn over him if he got sick.

He groaned, he had to do his job. No matter how bad he felt...or how stupid he looked just standing there in the rain.

So he stood there. Ignoring the stinging cold. He shuddered, taking a step to ward off the numbness in his legs.

squish

He grimaced, looking at the sole of his shoe in disgust.

' Shit...I stepped in dog shit.'

Fin