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A/N - Ello. Thank you for the lovely reviews. I just wanted to end with a slightly happier note. A conversation between Joey and Seto. Kind of odd to follow but hope you enjoy. I wrote this fic while listening to "Train Ride" by Joe Hisaishi, might give a clear presence of the rain and how it effects Joey. Please R&R.

-Ryu

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It's raining. I don't know why I find the sound so refreshing, so melodic, so comforting.

I remember the sweet caress of rain on my corpse of a body all those years ago. I think I cried but I'm not quite sure anymore. I think she watched me quietly from the side, underneath the umbrella, when I collapsed to the ground; letting the rain embrace me and remind me that I was free. I was free from the sterile, cold hell they call a hospital. I was free from the judging eyes…I was free from you. I laughed, I screamed, I blacked out. Everything's like a hazy dream, but I clearly remember the rain.

I remember the sweet taste the first time I got off the plane into a foreign land. It was crisp, cool and softly sweetened. I stood awhile outside while she conversed with our driver in Spanish. Tell me, did you ever taste the air after a long, heavy storm?

No. Sadly, when I arrived it was blistering hot. I was also busy looking for you to really pay attention, and enjoy the scenery around me.

That's a pity.

We can go back someday.

That would be nice.

Just you and me. We can go back to all the places. Paris, Istanbul, London, Cuba, Rome, New York, Alaska, Spain, Korea, Russia, China, Egypt. Anywhere, everywhere. Just you and me.

I would like that, very much. I'd like to see the rain again in each and every different place. It's really just molecules of hydrogen and oxygen but each place seemed to effect the smell, the texture, the taste.

Most people would say rain makes them sad…but you. It makes you raw and horribly poetic.

What about you? What do you think of rain?

It brings back mixed emotions. It rained when I found out you were gone. I holed myself up in my room for a long, long time…it was also raining when I came back after months of following those postcards. Never getting any results--I felt lost, tired…so hopeless.

But I found you.

Yes. You did. I'm so fucking grateful you did…

Do you have more happy memories or sad memories in the rain?

With you in my life, rain seems to herald the coming of good things. Like an omen, if you'd like to call it.

What do you mean?

The most happiest day of my life will take place in the rain.

Planning world domination during the monsoon seasons or something?

No…

Seto? Where are you taking me?

Outside.

But it's raining!

I know.

Seto what the hell is going on? Get inside before you get sick.

Shush Jeoy. You're ruining it.

Ruining wh--

I love you, and I will once again go to the ends of the earth just to make you smile. I love you so much and I want to be with you forever. Make this the happiest day of my life, Katsuya. Katsuya Jounouchi…will you marry me?

Fucking bastard. Did you have any doubt? Of course…of course…of course…

You're crying…

…it's just the rain…you're crying too.

It's just the rain…and yeah…I am. I love you.

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We got sick the very next day. Seto called in and declared that he was on sick leave for a week. We stayed in bed for hours planning the wedding…

You want to have it during the monsoon season? You're mad.

I was officially for a few months.

Not funny.

Hm…I guess that was rather crude.

…let's do it.

Seto! We just did it lik--why are you laughing?

I was talking about the wedding.

Oh…well…I feel sheepish…Hey! What are you doing down th--nnnn.

That was a rhetorical question, right?

Stop smirking…bastard.

Hn. I'm your bastard.

Yes…yes you are…now shut up and go to sleep. You're sick, and your nodding off…and you're not even listening to me…you're cute when you snore…

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I know why I find the sound so refreshing, so melodic, so comforting, Seto.

If you listen closely you'll hear a rhythm, a continuous steady beat…and if you hold me tight and listen; you'll realize that it matches the beat of our hearts.

Always faithful, always for you, always mad…raving mad…for you, for us…in the rain, out the rain.

I love you.

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Well, there you go. Please review, I would love to read your thoughts on the story. Thanks.