Rain

Rin and Gaara

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A wary sigh crawled from her lips as she blinked water away from her tired icy blue eyes. She had gone to check on her family after Orochimaru's rampage but, even after all this time, they haven't changed. The moment her family saw her, they - they meaning her father, cursed her out and threatened to kill her if she got any closer.

A growl of frustration pushed its way up her throat and throw her clenched lips. Pushing her hands through her soaked hair, she lifted her flushed face to the angry sky that engulfed the sand village; letting the sky's tears mix with her own.

Cursing at herself, Rin hung her head in defeat. Why did she let herself believe that they wouldn't hate her, that they would have accepted her, Kekkei Genkai and all.

Fool, she thought. I was a fool to believe in childish dreams. To believe that we could be a family again.

Tripping over her own feet, Rin landed on the now mud road with a dull thud. Now covered in mud, all Rin could do was sit there, shaking and sobbing.

"Why?" She muttered. "Why, why, why, why, WHY?" She sobbed, pounding the muddy ground. "Why was I born this way? Why did I have to be different?" Rin bowed her head, allowing mud to smear all over her forehead and hair. "Why do I have to be a monster?"

She stayed like that, head bowed and trembling until her grief washed over her, until she ran out of tears to shed.

With her tears now nonexistent, all that was left was a broken girl, shunned and hated by her family, left out in the sky's seemingly endless tears.

Wanting to escape this place of horrors, Rin started to push herself to her feet when a pale, dry hand appeared in front of her face. She let her eyes follow the curve of the person's lean arm to find herself looking into Gaara's cold mint green eyes.

Except they weren't cold.

Those ringed eyes that always seem to be iced with hatred were gentle, almost concerned.

"Gaara?" Her voice cracked, sore from the tears and yelling. Her own eyes widened in surprise when sympathy and understanding crossed through those same ringed eyes that usually housed anger, hate and pain.

"What are you…?" She trailed off when Gaara crouched down to her level and tentatively, almost as if he was scared she was going to run off, reached forward with the hand that wasn't holding the sand umbrella. Skimming his cool, soft fingers over her dirty cheek, she felt his thumb brush against the wet trails her tears have left behind. She sat motionless, captivated by the- for once- kind mint green eyes. Then, without his eyes leaving hers, his hand left her now burning cheek and reached for her hand. Wrapping his fingers around her mud covered hand, he removed the umbrella from his shoulder, allowing the rain to grasp his red hair and cress his round, pale face.

Rin sucked in a sharp breath when the sand umbrella came into contact with her hand. She looked down at their joined hands as he took both of his now free hands and helped her wrap her fingers around the umbrella's hand grip.

As she stared at his umbrella that was now in her grip, she noticed, from the corner of her eye, that Gaara was now standing and moving away from her.

Panicking, she shot her hand out and grasped his; causing him to look down at her again. "Wait!" She panted. "I can't take this!" She thrusted the umbrella at him. He glanced at it for only a second before capturing her eyes once more. "It's yours right?"

Gaara didn't say anything, only unhooked her fingers from his hand and turned to leave once again.

"Gaara!" Rin called out once again. She didn't understand, why would he help her? Why did he show her kindness? She asked him.

A small smile stretched his face, it wasn't threatening or cold or mocking.

It was a real smile

A. Real. Smile.

He looked uncomfortable with it, was if he didn't know what to do with his lips and how the smile worked but he was smiling. Smiling at her.

For the first time tonight, he spoke. "I saw in your eyes that you know what loneliness is, true loneliness, you understand that is the most painful suffering there is in the world. You had the same eyes as me." Gaara looked away, droplets of rain creasing his face and attaching to his eyelashes. His clothes heavy and soaked. For the first time tonight, he almost seemed shy. "I… dislike that you have that look in your eyes. I wanted to stop it because…" He trailed off. Lifting his eyes to hers, he muttered, "I don't want you to have the same eyes as me."

Then, in the blink of an eye, Gaara disappeared. The only evidence that he was even here was the burn in her cheeks and the umbrella that she clenched in her hand.

She faced the weeping sky once more, propping the umbrella up on her shoulder and continued her walk back to the Leaf village, back home.

Monsters are real, and ghost are real, too. They live inside us. And sometimes they win. But one will tolerate the world of demons and monsters for the sake of an angel; you just need to find your angel.

The End

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