-La petite pluie and the Neverland-
"Boy, why are you crying?"
Peter Pan had always been her favourite story.
And she felt, as if he was Peter and she Neverland, always crying for him to return when he was not by her side.
Literally spoken, of course.
She would not admit.
Nor would she cry every time she did not see him. But she felt like crying, especially when she saw him around the other girls.
And how they flirted with him. Shamelessly.
She knew him ever since their childhood.
Childhood friends. How she hated that term. People liked to call them that whenever they saw the two of them together.
She had never liked him like "that". But for sometime now her feelings had changed. Although she would never show him.
Around him she would act normal, which meant annoyed and Eri-like.
"Eri?" she did not see him coming.
He watched her with questioning eyes.
"Everything alright?"
"Y-yeah!" she blushed slightly, which he recognized. He grinned sheepishly. She seemed to be nervous all of sudden.
"You sure? You look feverish… I´ll take you to the nurse." Suddenly he took her in his arms and carried her out of the classroom.
"Kogoro! Are you nuts? We´re not children anymore! Let go, I feel perfectly fine!" Eri shouted directly in his ear. He flinched a little, but carried her on.
"If you go on shouting this loud the whole high school will recognize. Not that I care, but…" His voice was calm and she blushed even more.
Embarrassed of the whole situation Eri kicked him hard.
Kogoro cursed and let go of her. She landed on the ground, "ouching" a bit.
As fast as she could she tried to get away, but he pinned her to the wall.
"What was THAT for?" Kogoro growled, staring at her.
She sweat dropped. "I…!" She did not know what to say. He sighed, looking her in the eyes.
"I just wanted to get away from the others… They are annoying, Eri." He leaned his head against hers and closed his eyes.
Eri did not move. "It´s your own fault, you encourage those girls to flirt with you…" she told him calmly.
He felt her breath on his face and looked at her.
"Maybe I should make clear, which girl I want to have?"
"M-maybe…"
He smiled brightly, making her feel jealous.
"So, who is it?" she asked annoyed.
He looked at her, his expression curious.
He chuckled silently, thinking about what she had said.
Then he started to laugh loudly.
She watched him, feeling weird.
How dared he laughing about her serious question?
Suddenly, she could not help but cry.
A silent tear rolled down her chin and she shivered slightly.
He recognized.
"Eri…" he started, but she looked down.
"It´s not funny, Kogoro. We´re friends and you´re laughing about my question!" she hissed, her voice sounding cracked.
"Girl, why are you crying?" he slowly asked, using the phrase from Peter Pan she loved.
"Because my Peter´s gone away to another Neverland…" she whispered.
He smiled, softly kissing away a tear from her face.
"Ma petite pluie, don´t cry." She did not know what the words meant, French had never been her language, but his voice sounded so lovingly she did not ask.
She awoke, a tear glittering on her cheek.
"Petite Pluie"
He had often called her that when they had dated.
He had used that name when they were married.
But now he would not use that name again.
Outside the rain was falling.
She looked around, trying to remember where she was.
"Eri, you ok?" a stubborn voice behind her asked.
She turned to see Kogoro watching her.
"You had a fever when you brought Ran home yesterday, so I decided to let you stay here…"
She looked at him, confused.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" he growled.
In his hands was a book.
"Peter Pan?"
"I read it while I looked after you." He looked away, but she noticed his ears turning red.
"Peter Pan´s my favourite…" she smiled slightly. "Thank you, Kogoro…"
Again tears welled up in her eyes.
His eyes grew wide. He stood in the middle of the room, not knowing how to react.
She sniffed silently, lying back on the bed, still feeling dizzy from fever.
"This time it was a fever…" she whispered.
He understood. Sitting next to her he softly stroke some hair out of her face.
"Don´t cry, ma petite pluie. Quand tu te sens mal, je te veux donner l´amour."
Don´t cry, my little rain. If you feel bad I´ll give you my love.
And the rain continued to fall…
The End (for now?)
Author´s notes:
Yep, here´s part two...
Hope you liked it, although it´s a bit schmaltzy.
Please don´t judge my french, I´ve always been quiet bad in that language. Don´t have it anymore, but I´ve always wanted to put some French in a story.
And I think "Petite Pluie" sounds sweet...
Maybe you´ll like it aswell
Review- There are still some stories in my head, tell me if you like to read them...
Today´s writing song: Howl´s Moving castle theme. Really nice one
Luv ya, Ria :D