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A/N: So it's a one-shot and I wrote it KisaIta, but as with most of my little musings it could really be any pairing. I hope you appreciate the angst T.T
The Raining Crying Storm
He stood, in the half-light between day and night, rain mingling with his tears as the heavens cried above him.
The rain had started off as a light drizzle; the kind that sits on your eyelashes, weighing them down until you blink once and shake the tiny droplets onto your cheeks. It had slowly progressed into a moderate shower and then onto what could be called an almost-storm and after that, finally, the heavens had truly opened and poured down a cascade of rain onto his exhausted body.
At any other time, he would have rejoiced in the sweet feeling of "liquid hugs" as they covered his body, soaked through his clothes and refreshed his dry and scaled skin.
But not this time.
He was alone, and the rain could not stop him from remembering that.
The one person who he was sure would never leave this world before him was gone. Dead. Killed. Murdered.
He had seen the body, and the shock then had been too great for him to fully comprehend the situation.
But now . . . now, it had finally hit him.
The sky was crying for him. That was how important he was during life.
Rain. It was everywhere. He could see it against the fuzzy lights of a distant village, hear it falling with a steady patter onto the hard ground beneath him.
He listened until all other sounds were cut out. It was the most idiotic thing he could have done at that moment, but he didn't care. Couldn't care.
The steady pattering grew to a tumultuous roar, threatening to deafen him, and still he listened, still he blocked out all else.
He stayed like that for a long time, just listening.
When the sun rose and the rain continued in small bursts he remained in his position, eyes closed, face tilted to the sky and arms limp by his sides.
He wasn't sure how he could go on.
The sun set again, and the moon and stars came out, casting a faint silver glow on his oddly coloured skin.
The rain began again with a renewed vigour, and so did the tears coursing down his cheeks.
"Kisame" he didn't move "Kisame?"
He snapped out of his reverie and slowly tilted his head to the side.
"What?" he tried to say, but his voice wouldn't work properly and it came out as a hoarse whisper.
"You can't stay here forever. You have to heal and move on"
"How do you heal a broken heart?" Kisame demanded quietly
The other man flinched, as though he hadn't realised how serious his colleague's condition truly was. "I don't know" he admitted. "Maybe you can't?"
"Then how can I move on?"
"I don't know" the other man whispered again.
"I do." Kisame raised his head back to the starlit skies, and a dark shadow crossed over the moon. "I have to drown my heart in tears and hope it stays submerged for the rest of time"
There was no reply from the other man, and Kisame closed his eyes again. The rain began anew and as it trickled down his face, over his eyes and into the corners of his mouth, Kisame's chest jerked with dry, silent sobs.
"Drown my heart in the rain."
OWARI!