Disclaimer: Rurouni Kenshin, Aoshi and Kaoru do not belong to me.
It is always rain that brings her to him.
She doesn't quite understand why.
Is it the melancholy of a mizzle, a very fine, drizzling rain that somehow manages to soak a person without really trying? Not a full-fledged downpour, nor light enough to wander without an umbrella. Does the monotonous pattering of light drops on the rooftop chase her into his arms? She can rest easy against his broad chest, his strong, steady heartbeat and deep, even breathing.
Is it the fear of a thunderstorm, water falling from the sky as if a river ran straight down, threatening to sweep the very walls of her home away? When wind-whipped torrents of rain crash against the windows, lightning zigzagging down from above, the air alive and crackling and booming does she seek solace in his strong embrace? His low voice and soothing words of comfort surround her, blanket her, shield her.
Is it the wonder of a world washed free of grime? A broken blue sky full of bright, fluffy clouds, hints of rainbows dancing above? Is it the fresh, clean air and the sparkly puddles of water, placid remnants of turbulent weather? Is it the promise of a new day and new beginnings that rushes her to wrap her arms around him, waiting for that special, soft smile always reserved exclusively for her?
When Kaoru slides into his outstretched arms, snuggling into his warmth, breathing his particular scent of comfort and Aoshi, she decides that it is all those things, and more. Kaoru knows all this is because she loves Aoshi. He will always be there for her, ready and waiting, arms wide open.
He has never had to say or do anything. The bond they have forged transcends that. He is her pillar, strong and tall and immutable. In turn, she is his foundation, nurturing, supporting and constant. Together, they can withstand anything.
Here's another little one-shot/drabble/I have no idea what to call it. I decided I'd tack it onto Seasonal, since they are too short, really, to be separate.
Constructive criticism is welcome. Flames are not welcome (obviously. Is that how you would speak to someone in person? Of course not.) I was thinking about making it a little drabble collection, maybe inspired by seasonal elements? Let me know what you think!