Warnings: None? Not sure in this one
Author's Note: Another one I did research on (researched the approximate amount of rainfall the ward of Shibuya receives. Aren't you proud? If it's possible to be researched, I just might do it. Creepy huh? lol
30: Under the Rain
When the rain came in Shibuya, everyone expected it. It was common for the rain to fall every month of the year, but something about this rain just made Neku Sakuraba so happy. The boy loved sitting in the rain, listening to a specific play list on his mp3 player and watched as the water fell from the sky.
Sometimes the soundtrack focused on piano solos, other times it some heavy screamo death metal, and occasionally it was whatever the heck 777 released for the world to hear. Tonight, it was some Mozart and Chopin, some kind of random techno remix he found wandering the internet. The bright flashing neon lights pulsed in beat with the song, Neku smiling as he wandered the city. Neku couldn't help the silly smile that almost crossed his face as the melodic tune played in time with the rhythm of rain drops pattering on store windows and puddles.
It was like some kind of vacation of sorts. Everyone was much more somber in the rain, the sounds were dimmer, and all the lights seemed to stand out more or added to the image of a sleepy town, even when Shibuya was anything but that.
And then, the battery died.
The Proxy stared at the mp3 player with barely a stutter or a beep to forewarn him on the low battery. Though, he had to admit with a disappointed sigh, with the techno blazing it would be difficult to differentiate between the mp3 player beeping and the song itself. He quickly disconnected the mp3 player and pocketed it, and lowered his headphones to around his neck. The sounds of rain and people shuffling about was a song on its own, and Neku could almost hum along to it.
Sitting at Hachiko, eyes closed and listening to the sounds around him could easily lull him into slumber. Shibuya had never felt so relaxed. And as the sounds of people around him, the rain hitting the ground, blurred into one constant background noise, the light sound of humming entered his senses. It was feminine, too feminine for it to be Shibuya's Composer, and it was light and airy despite the somewhat depressing appearance of the Tokyo Ward.
Neku rolled his head back, eyes closed as the rain turned into a light sprinkle, the humming louder. A hand, the warmth and such reminded Neku of his forgetful but loving mother, ran it's fingers through his hair, brushing out the little bit of gel that remained form that morning. The Proxy smiled, feeling the warmth wrapping around him and a small voice, almost child-like in sound, murmured into his ear something that made his heart warm and his body relax completely.
When Neku was roused from his nap by the continous buzzing of his cell, Neku was greeted with a bright strand of light from the sky. As if Shibuya herself was wishing he'd awake. He stood and stretched, glancing at the numerous missed calls on the cell phone screen, and thanked his dear Shibuya for the wonderful lullaby she hummed to him under the rain.