name: relentless rain
created by: seetoo
type: spiral suiri no kizuna
specification: kanone/eyes
subject: #23 weak heart
# 24 skylines
# 28 crazy
warning: ooc; stupidity; seetoo.
legality: fanwork. belongs to someone other than seetoo.
content: rain destroys the skyline of tokyo as rio watches. eyes' heart may be too weak, but the blame cannot be solely his. they're all crazy, and no one wants to change a thing. rio is selfish, isn't she.
a/n: omg i still write for spiral. this definitely did not turn out asplanned, but i'm content with it. not as fluff as i would have liked, but better than usual.
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Takeuichi Rio stands less than five feet, weighs under eighty pounds, and can kill you three dozen different ways. She's some bizarre cross between adorable five-year-old, maladjusted teenager, and devious criminal. The second most violent of the cursed children, and certainly the most innocent looking, Rio likes melons, making bombs, and arguing with Kousuke.
Oh, and Eyes Rutherford. In fact, it could be said that she loves him. He is, after all, the perfect gentleman-dashing, handsome, rich, and always willing to buy her melons. It's just to Rio's advantage that she, unlike his plethora of fangirls, shares his curse. Since Ryoko is less than interested, she's the only woman in his life. So, she's supposed to be dating him by now, right?
Hah, she wishes. Of course she's not, why else would she be spending her Saturday afternoon watching rain blur the skyline of Tokyo? Eyes is missing, again, lost somewhere in that haze of water. He's crazy. She's crazy. They're all crazy; Kousuke and Ryoko, Sayoko, and Kanone. Especially Kanone.
Rio doesn't hate Kanone; she wouldn't go that far. She's jealous, perhaps, but not hateful. There are too many other things for her to hate instead of Kanone with his devil's smile and Eyes' heart locked away somewhere. She imagines that he, too, lurks somewhere beyond the skyline, waiting for Eyes. And Eyes is coming to him; stupid, stupid, crazy stupid. And she's right.
Eyes is running down some street, clutching his missing rib (he wonders if you can really clutch the absence of something) cursing Kanone for always being the faster, stronger one. He curses himself for falling into Kanone's little game (cat's cradle weaving in and out of the red strings of that fate you dare to defy), for being unable to let go. Letting go would hurt too much-his heart is too weak. The pain (or the absence of pain?) would kill him. (It's not that I can't live without you, but I don't want to know that I can.)
The rain is slick beneath his feet, sharp and burning in his eyes, cool and soothing in his hair. Kanone's form blurs in the distance, black pants and white trench-coat slurring into a mass of grey. A casual look over his shoulder, olive green eyes smiling wickedly. He doesn't have to speak-Eyes knows what he's saying. Follow me, follow me to the ends of the earth, to the end of fate, to your grave. And Eyes will follow him; that's what you do when you love someone.
Rio laughs. Eyes doesn't (can't shouldn't does) love Kanone. He'll be back before the storm is over, wet and angry. She'll laugh at him until he tells her to stop, and go fetch him a towel. Maybe he'll make dinner once he's dry, or he'll take her somewhere nice to eat. It will be fun, maybe she'll even ask if Kousuke and Ryoko can come along. The possibilities are endless. But he will come home.
That's the way it's meant to be.
