Rainy Days
It was as if the sky had fallen. They didn't have such rain for a long time. It was like a liquid curtain, that could barely bee seen through. The pavement was covered in puddles of different shapes and sizes, which never stopped rippling because of the falling masses of heavy raindrops.
He hated the rain. It made him cough more. And yet, here he was, wearing a long trench-coat instead of his jounin vest, making his way through the wet, lonely streets. The rain soaked into his hair, which was plastered to his face, and bounced of his coat. In his clasped hand was a completely soaked bouquet of flowers and a white paper bag.
He trudged on, with his shoulders hunched and his head held low. Suddenly, the shimmer of the raindrops hitting the pavement was stifled by a lonely croak. He looked up to see a huge black bird sitting above him. Its feathers were ruffled and it was completely wet. Water dripped and sagged from its beak. The dark-haired man lifted his head higher and they stayed like that for a few moments. He stared at the miserable looking creature, and it stared back with a single beady eye. He felt his lips curl into the faintest smile. Then, as if deliberately slowly it rose into the air, beating its soaking wings.
"Good luck!" he whispered as he watched it fly.
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He knocked on the door – he knew she hated when people rang the doorbell – and waited. When she finally opened he handed her the wet bouquet and paper bag. His skin was flushed. She was happy to see that there was a small smile playing on his lips, and she wondered where it was from.
AN: I've comeback to these drabbles. I'm sorry it took so long, I hope you still feel like reading them. Anyway. Hope you enjoyed the rainy chapter. R&R please!
DISCLAIMER: Hayate, and all the other characters belong to Masashi Kishimoto, author of the manga Naruto.