Mood: Smile Empty Soul This Is War

The brunette cursed softly beneath his breath and the pitter-pat of raindrops on his borrowed umbrella. Yup, Sena's cd player was most definately broken. He had gotten it three years prior as a Christmas present from his mom and dad. Of course, it was a miracle the fragile disc player had survived until now, being an earlier model and having been kicked around, repeatedly dropped, forgotten underneath the bed for weeks at a time.

Still, it held a certain air of sentimentality... too bad such a gun-ho incident had been it's downfall.

As usual, Sena found his feet carrying himself into the shelter of the park's trees as dusk crept over the sky, seemingly early due to the still continuing storm. He sat heavily on a slick wooden bench, leaning back and shoving his cold clammy hands into his sweatshirt pocket, fingers running unconsciously over his broken cd player as he folded his umbrella and sat it next to him.

The rain quickly began to work at resoaking his hood, bringing an uncomfortable wet feeling creeping down his back and into the shirt beneath. There was no world outside of his misty symphony of raindrops, no noise, no hustle and bustle, no insults, and no room for thoughts to lead to the depression. No, the rain was cleansing it all, and he could feel an enormous weight lifted off of his shoulders.

Drowsily he watched through the veil of water as a scant few brave souls strolled down the sidewalks, either running in desperation to get to their house or apartment before they were completely soaked through, or wandering souls like him.

Blonde hair poking out from beneath a traditional black umbrella caught his eye. Sena squinted curiously, not really paying attention as he enjoyed the storm, but felt the corner of his eye twitch slightly when he recognized the hungry sneer and green jacketless school uniform Hiruma was wearing. Beside him walked petite girl, not too attractive, but not ugly either as she held Hiruma's arm, laughing as they shared an umbrella to avoid the rain. Sena felt a small tug in his chest and shrunk further into his hoody, trying not to be noticed.

The girl, grey eyes sparkling and wet brown hair sticking to her flushed cheeks, leaned her head on the taller man's shoulder. Hiruma said something, teeth flashing in a grin immediately afterwards.

He looks happy... Sena observed silently, feeling a pang of jealousy, not only because there was a girl hanging off the blonde's arm, but at the emotional stability the other seemed to ommit. Whether it be anger, disappointment, insanity. It was always so goddamned stable.

The girl tripped on the wet sidewalk, only to giggle breathlessly when her blonde companion carefully gripped her arm and helped her to straighten.

I'm so stupid to even assume- What was he assuming again? The numb created by the cool rain was beginning to make him feel lightheaded.

That Hiruma cared? Maybe even more than a friend? For a skinny little mole like himself?

Lightning flashed violently, illuminating the now dark park, followed seconds later by a bone-jarring rumble of thunder closeby.

What time was it?

The brunette squinted at the clock that was illuminated as a lamppost. 7:00.

Well, his mom probably wouldn't even be home so there was no rush.

"Hiruma-chan! You should know better than to use such language around a lady such as I?" A light and harmonious voice chirped jokingly from the sidewalk that wound along through the park, passing dangerously close to where Sena was parked on the bench.

Said brunette jerked his head up with a start, dazed eyes resembling that of a deer-in-headlights as his eyes met his teammate's.

The blonde's mouth open a shut several times before he started to step away from his companions side.

The girl followed his gaze and blinked, eyes widening when she spotted the soaked Sena.

"Little boy! What are you doing out in the rain! Where's your mom-"

"Kira..." Hiruma trailed off, looking slightly angry before shifting uncomfortably."Fucking pipsqueak, what are you doing sitting out in the middle of a storm. It's getting dark!"

Sena glanced at the umbrella at his side, grabbing it and popping it open as he shifted his eyes towards the wet green grass, a flush of embaressment at the knowledge Hiruma carried on his dark secret.

The girl, Kira, looked back and forth between them before offering the boy a smile,"Oh! Hiruma-chan, do you know him?"

The blonde ignored her, looking faintly troubled as he observed his teammate stand and shuffle uncomfortably in place.

"G-gomen nasai! I didn't mean to interrupt your date, Hiruma-san..." He tried to keep his voice politely pleasant, but failed to completely mask the trace of bitterness that seemed to linger in the clean, cleansed environment that surrounded them.

He could tell the taller man intended to continue their conversation, but was unsure of what to say with the female companion standing there. Also, his pride wouldn't allow him to feel pity for him, Sena thought angrily, bowing his head and unable to choke out a parting phrase as he waved cheerfully over his shoulder and acted as if he were late for something, jogging hurriedly back towards the desserted streets.

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The teen walked through the door, quickly shaking out his umbrella before leaning it against the doorframe.

As he had predicted, the house was still dark and empty, even though his mother didn't have work that day. Sena tried to keep the thoughts of how his parent was entertaining herself.

He slipped out of his shoes and grimaced at the uncomfortable damp feel of his sweatshirt sleeves, debating whether or not to take them off as he sauntered aimlessly around the kitchen, pausing when he spotted the phone sitting on the middle of the counter blinking in the dim light.

Without a second thought, Sena pushed the message button, grabbing a dishtowel from under the sink and sitting at the island in the kitchen to dry his limp hair.

"You have ONE unread messages."

BEEP

"Moshi moshi!" Sena's hands fumbled with his towel, a mix of happiness and fear mixing in his stomach at the sound of his father's cheerful greeting filling the silent kitchen.

"Well, I bet you can both guess who this is! The deal was finished ahead of time so it turns out I'll actually be coming back a couple days earlier than I thought I would!"

He doesn't know. Sena thought dully, images of his mother's betrayal running rampant through his mind as the message continued on, heedless of the inner turmoil raging through his son.

"Ummm, I might be taking a sidetrip on the way home, though, since this trip is being paid for, so don't expect me any earlier than planned, actually. I will try to make it home as soon as possible, though! Ashiteru, my beautiful wife and productive son!"

If the situation had been any less tense, Sena would have laughed and shook his head at his father's strange but humorous choice of words. But this, this time was different.

What's going to happen when he comes home? Is mom going to act like nothing changed? Will he walk in on them? Does she expect me to keep it a secret as well?

I wish my life were less complicated than this...The teen though dully, burying his head in his already wet sweatshirt sleeves as a few stray tears trailed down his expressionless face from his dull eyes to soak into the fabric.

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HAHA! Lunapokema... you reviewed. -starry eyes- Im so sorry for not updating sooner... I could make a ton of excuses, all of which really DID distract me for a long while, but I can only offer my heartfelt apologies, and pray that my bulbous head does not succumb to my ADHD anytime soon once more.

-poses dramatically-