Title: What will you do when it rains?
Author: Sorceress Fantasia
Pairings: Some YY/Y
Warnings: Fluff, sap
Disclaimer: I tried to lure Yugi over to me with some really good cards, but Yami came and snatched him back. He took the cards too. So no, I don't own the YGO anime or characters in any way.
Challenge theme: Rain
Summary: The adults tell you a whole lot of things you shouldn't do when it rains, but seriously, what would you do? I would watch and listen.
Word count: 500
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What will you do when it rains?
The adults will tell you: find shelter. You cannot get wet; if you do, change out of your wet clothes as soon as possible and take a warm shower. Do not stand under a tree or anything that is just as tall, because lightning might strike it and where would you be? Not feeling very comfortable, for sure.
But there was always an off-chance that you would be granted super powers; after all, didn't most superheroes suffer a bit of pain first before they received their powers?
I'm going off tangent here though.
Me? The moment I hear the distant skies rumbling, I would run back to my house, close the gates, shut the windows and watch.
I would watch the dark clouds get drawn together, and I would wait for the winds to howl piteously and gather strength. Then I would sigh in awe when the skies lit up in a brilliant flash, and step away from the shaking window panes when the thunder roared. I would watch the clouds weep, pouring their soul and hearts down onto earth. I would watch the droplets crash down like mini pellets, designed by heaven to strike the lower world in a reminder that there was still someone up there. I would watch as small escapees stuck themselves onto the windows, begging for entrance.
And I would also listen.
I would listen to the rhythmic pitter-patter of the water, to the furious hollers of the wind and also to the terrifying crash of thunders.
Rain is beautiful, I think. I used to always curl up near the window, wrapped with a blanket, armed with hot chocolate, and watch. And listen.
But like I said, 'used to'. Meaning, I don't do that anymore. Why not, you ask?
The answer is simple: someone else loves the rain more than I do.
To him, the rain is a blessing from the gods, a sacred moment bestowed upon humans to treasure and cherish.
The water is the gift of gods to nourish the land, the wind a present to cool the hot desert sand, the lightning a reward to light up the world, and the thunder a challenge to test the will of man.
There wasn't much rain back in his time, he said.
But when it rained, it rained hard. Hard enough to flood the cities and destroy the crops.
So it was truly satisfying to be able to dance in the spring showers in modern day Japan.
And he really dances whenever it rains. He dances with abandon, reveling in the rain like a child, laughing and prancing around, stepping into puddles and enjoying it more when the water splashes everywhere.
"Aibou, join me!"
He would always ask me, beckoning me to leave the warmth and safety of my house.
"Aibou, dance with me!"
And I would always forget what the adults have told me for that short moment.
So what do /you/ do when it rains?
-owari-
