Rainy Days Are Meant To Be Spent Outside Getting Soaked To The Bone
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Rain has a certain smell, one that varies depending on the planet; like a different flavor on a soda. On Earth, the rain smells like wet dirt, very similar to my birth planet, it gets me nostalgic, I could almost get poetic. Sometimes, I go outside when it rains, to play around like a child; to have a few memories of home back to me. Of course, I rarely do this, and I do it without anyone knowing, not even Abuto knows, since I'm careful.
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Is rain season here on Earth. Everyone is busy doing who knows what, so I manage to get away and get to a garden with plants high enough to cover me from view. My umbrella is no longer needed, so it rests open on the floor, covering my shoes. I spin around, like one of those "ballerinas", moving from one place to the other, mixing some of my fighting moves with the spinning. The scent of wet dirt hits my nostrils; the cold water soaking my body feels so refreshing I close my eyes. The sound and the sensations make me forget about everything. I spin and spin and spin some more, until I hit against something. I open my eyes in surprise, the first thing I see is one emerald eye looking at me.
"Shinsuke" I gasp.
"I didn't know you liked the rain" he whispers amused while pulling me to him by the waist.
I didn't hear him getting here. He holds me closer, guarding me from the rain with his own umbrella. My face feels like its burning and he chuckles, so I'm sure I'm blushing. He pecks my nose and lets me go.
"Won't you let me see you dance?" he asks.
I hesitate, stepping backwards. But hey, this is the man I'm currently sleeping with, so, who cares? So I resume my dancing, feeling his gaze on me, I let go again. And I spin, and spin, and spin, until the rain subsides.
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I now lie on my death bed.
"Oh, what a cruel and merciless fate I have; to be dying so young, so suddenly" I blurt out.
"It's just a cold, Kamui" says Shinsuke.
"It's a terminal illness, Shinsuke, I know. This is my death bed I'm lying on. Get me Abuto. I need to write down my last will and testament" I say with my congested voice trying to get up.
The older man pushes me down gently preventing me from moving. He changes the cold compress on my forehead and lies next to me on top of the covers, resting his head on his hand.
"You're not dying. It's a bad cold that's all" he reassures me.
"How can you tell? How can you be so sure I won't die from this?"
"Because the captain of the Seventh Division of the Harusame wouldn't die from something as petty as a common cold"
"This goes beyond my strength. It is the unexpected end of a young life" I try to sound as dramatic as possible.
Shinsuke sighs and rolls his eye resigning from trying to reason with me, instead playing mindlessly with my hair.
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I feel better. Shinsuke was right; it was just a common cold.
"I'm dying" says Shinsuke.
"You're not dying. It's just a cold" I reassure him with a smile.
"This is your fault. I'm going to die because of you" he tells me between coughs.
"Trust me, if I wanted to kill you it wouldn't be this way".
"Get me Bansai. I need to write down my last will and testament".
This situation sounds way too familiar.
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A/N: In response to reviews:
Chapter 4:
Y: "Gosh I love the way you write fluff! I'm so thankful for this drabbles aaa
(yes he is a power bottom lmao)"
I'm glad you like my writing style. To be honest I didn't think anyone would read this, so I'm very happy. (Totally a power bottom, as you say).
Chapter 6:
Snufkine: "Interesting :)
P.S. I think the rating doesn't match the content."
Quite interesting indeed.
P.S. I know, I'm not good with ratings. Would you suggest me what rating should I put?