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" Rain "Written By: Helen
Warnings: Duo POV, Angst (and not much else) Pairings: 1+2+1 Spoilers: None Archives (Please Ask First): Primarily: Deb’s
Gundam Wing Diaries Rating: PG Author's Notes: For Sharon and Jurty (based on
recent pic by the latter). My writing style is… odd here. Well,
I think it is… Special Thanks: Deb, who goes above and beyond
her “duty” as a beta. I’m forever grateful to you! Notes: [Japanese romaji]
"Rain" [konagona ni kudaketa omoide no kakera wo atsumeteru daiji na mono wa itsudatte Hearing something out of place in the usual silence of the night, I slowly stirred awake. At first it seemed like a buzz, but then the grogginess of sleep faded until I could distinguish the sound as rain. On a whim, I carefully got out of bed, not wanting to wake up my sleeping partner. Even though I was clad only in sweatpants, I didn’t mind the chilliness f the air as I opened the glass door and stepped out onto the balcony. Rain. I used to love rain. Used to. Back then it had been our only means to shower because water was seemingly far too precious even to drink. I think it was the only thing that could make Father Maxwell and Sister Helen smile honestly, rather than smiling for the sake of us. I had lived for those rainy days. Lifting to catch the raindrops until they pooled in my hands, I drank the cool water. Only nature could produce something so pure. I felt the rain soak into my skin and my pants, making them heavy with the weight. Raising my cupped hands I drank the rest but strangely enough, it tasted a bit salty… The door suddenly opening startled me and I glanced behind to see Heero, clad only in a gray, long-sleeved shirt and holding a towel in his hand. I stepped closer, letting him wrap me in the soft material before he silently led me across the room and into the shower. “Heero, I…” “Quiet, we can talk after you’re done,” he told me gently before closing the door. I stood under the hot spray, drawing out the minutes for as long as I could until I had to delve into my ugly past. By the time I got out, the rain had stopped. Heero sat on our bed, still half-nude and I was appreciative that my hormones chose to stay dormant this time. He gestured for me to sit, my back to him, while he began to slowly dry my hair with the towel. He didn’t speak and neither did I. ---- The sunrays had long broken through the dark clouds and were streaming into our room. Heero was still brushing my now dry hair… we still hadn’t spoken in all this time. But, he deserved to know… “Heero, about-” I faltered; I didn't know how to begin. My mouth opened and closed, sounds escaped my throat but none were the words I wanted to say. Or rather couldn't say… not ready to say. “If it’s too painful to talk about,” Heero began, parting my hair down the middle. “Then you don’t have to.” “But…” “I have things I’ve never told you either.” I never noticed that tears were streaming down my face until Heero covered my eyes with his hand, as if trying to conceal my weakness from the world. My body trembled as I swallowed my cries and all I could do was hold onto his arm. Only when he sheltered me with his body did I finally let it out. (I was broken into pieces I am gathering the fragments of my memories. You only realize what is important
“If it’s too painful to talk about, you don’t have to. There are things about me that I’ve never told you either.” - Amano Ginji, GetBackers Volume 3, pg. 83 |
