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Small black paws carefully found a path down the rickety fence. As small rain drops fell from the sky, the black cat flicked its ears as if to acknowledge the rain. Its whiskers twitched, and it paused. Annoyance clearly played across its yellow eyes. As the rain started to fall heavier, the high held tail drooped, and the soggy form jumped from the fence and slunk into a sheltered alley. Shaking its shaggy coat, it sat under the shelter the roof of the nearby building provided waiting for the rain to stop. As a cold wind slowly carried the clouds away, the cat's whiskers quivered.
Its ears flattened out, and it hissed softly, as if defying the last few rains drops by refusing to get any more wet. Jumping over puddles, the cat continued on its search, pausing whenever a gust of icy wind decided to show. Hackles rising, the cat quickened its pace, eyes darting around more franticly. Its tail lashed as a light post decided to drip on it. Pace slowed once again, the cat narrowed its eyes and kept its gaze forward. Trudging the next few steps through a puddle, the cat was brought back to alertness as footsteps sounded. Jumping onto the fence, it watched the form speed by. Ears perked and eyes wide, the cat raced in the direction the person had come from. Leaping down from the fence to face a small building, the cat paused its maddened rush.
The little shop was tucked away between much lager buildings. The cat shivered, and a small burst of wind headed for the shop. Running, the cat leapt onto an open window sil.
"Huh?"
One paw poised to move forward, the cat stared at the shadowed face of a man. For a moment it seemed confused, its obvious expression mirrored by the man with the striped hat. He took off his hat and set it aside, though his eyes never left the wet form of the cat. Jumping, the cat changed in mid-air to a dark skined woman who flung her arms around the man. She heard a flabbergasted attempt at speech before his arms wrapped around her.
"You should dry off, Yoruichi."
Tightening her grip on his clothes, she closed her eyes. "Kisuke."
Much to her surprise, she heard him cry softly. "Yoruichi."
Standing there with him, she knew why she didn't cry. She had cried when he had left, now that they were back together, it was his turn to be held. Despite her bravery in keeping her face dry of tears, Yoruichi knew that their twenty year separation would eventually make her cry. But not right now, right now she had found him.
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- Well, I really enjoyed writing this part, but don't think that it's over yet! And I might change the title, I'm not sure I really like it yet