Kaleidoscope

by der kapitan

"Our days are a kaleidoscope. Every instant a change takes place. New harmonies, new contrasts, new combinations of every sort. The most familiar people stand each moment in some new relation to each other, to their work, to surrounding objects." — GinRan, 100 themes. Traces of other pairings.

9. under the rain

Author's Note: Only a couple more days until summer school starts. Boy am I looking forward to that.

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Theme #9
Under the Rain

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Pit-pat-pit-pat.

Pit-pat-pit-pat.

Gin leaned against the tree, a small, content sigh protruding from his pale lips as his shoulders slumped. The rain fell all around him, creating puddles near his feet. He looked up at the sky, only to be greeted by ominous gray clouds.

Pit-pat-pit-pat.

Pit-pat-pit-pat.

Gin always enjoyed the rain. It gave him a sense of peace and solace, it calmed him. The simple, yet complex pattern at which the rain fell. The way it seemed to wash everything away; the mud, the dirt, the grime. Sometimes he felt it was washing away all his sins, his mistakes, his flaws. It made him feel... clean.

Pit-pat-pit-pat.

Pit-pat-pit-pat.

"Gin... Gin!" Rangiku cried his name as she walked around the beat down shelter. Her brows furrowed together as a scowl dawned upon her pretty face. "Gin... where could that moron be? Dinner's going to get cold, and it's going to be all his fault."

She wandered towards the doorway, surprised to find it wide open. "... That moron. Forgot to close it..." She walked over to it, ready to shut it, when she saw a familiar figure resting against one of the nearby trees. "Gin?"

Pit-pat-pit-pat.

Pit-pat-pit-pat.

"Oi! Gin!"

Gin tore his gaze off the sky to look over at the young woman calling his name. His grin widened instinctively. "Rangiku."

"What are you doing out there!?" she cried. "You're gonna catch a cold! Hurry and come inside!"

Pit-pat-pit-pat.

Pit-pat-pit-pat.

The rain always seemed to cleanse him of everything. It got rid of stress, and all his unwanted thoughts and dwellings. It warmed him, in a way. It made him feel like... he was home.

As he walked towards Rangiku, who had a scolding, yet loving smile on her lips, he heard the rain fall.

Pit-pat-pit-pat.

Pit-pat-pit-pat.

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Word Count: 332

This drabble, by the way, is dedicated to imisscalvin, 'cause she's reviewed every drabble and her reviews make me happy. :) And because her last review made me laugh.