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Rain's Instigation

Prologue.

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Aya was staring out the window, his quilt wrapped around him. He had always liked the rain. He could just picture Youji teasing him about that, calling him depressing and such. He wasn't, he just liked the rain. So he would go out, and just walk around the city of Tokyo and think. More like remember, if he was honest. He knew he shouldn't dwell on the past so much, but it was so hard not to when the only current memories he had were on killing people. Which he deserved, after all, he was just a killer.

He stood inside his room, staring out at the pouring rain and wondered if somewhere in the world, everything was okay for someone. Anyone, just as long as someone was happy, as long as there was proof that people could be content. He sighed and looked back at his door for a second. He didn't want Omi questioning where he was going, or weird looks from his team mates, so dropping the blanket, he jumped out the window. Landing gracefully, Aya silently thanked a god that didn't exist for the fact that gravel cement didn't get all that slippery when wet. He started walking, unsure of where he was going or where he was coming from. He only knew that he had to keep going, that if he stopped something would overwhelm him and take control. Unconsciously, he sped up.

Youji knocked lightly on Aya's door, about to ask him if he wanted some supper. Not getting a response, as per usual, he opened that door. Noticing the fact that rain was pouring in through the open window and the fact that there was no Aya in sight, he walked over to the opening. He nearly tripped over a sopping blanket that lay so out of place on the otherwise clean floor. He glanced out as he closed the window, staring at quickly darkening red hair as Aya walked away.

'Now where would he be going?' Youji wondered, he already knew the answer to why he hadn't used the door like a normal person. Of course the obvious answer was that none of them were normal. Aya didn't like being looked at; he shied away from any attention. Youji could relate; he too had been treated badly when he was younger because of his colouring. Not that he knew Aya had been treated badly but it just, `fit the profile'. His need to be perfect, his acceptation of all blame, his shyness, even his coldness, and of course, his utter devotion to his sister. He looked at the only photo the man had in his room, it looked to be a blown-up picture of him and Aya-chan, the kind from the tiny photo booths that were made for your wallet. It made sense; everything else would have been destroyed in the explosion. It was a good photograph; he criticized, the girl just oozing cheerfulness that complimented the gentle smile of the boy beside her. You could see it though, even then, the pain in those violet eyes. It took a while to form that icy mask Abyssinian wore these days.

"Youji! I'm hungry! Is Aya coming down?" Ken bellowed from the bottom of the stairs.

The blonde put the picture back, closing the door as he walked out. "No," he said, sauntering down the steps, "he isn't joining us."

Omi piped up, the mother hen, "Oh? Why not? He needs to eat; I'll be right back. You can start without us but make sure Ken saves some for the rest of us Youji."

"Don't bother, Chibi, he went out."

"Out?" Ken replied, "isn't it raining."

"This coming from a guy who will willingly go outside in the rain and play in the mud with a black and white ball because soccer and rain is like `cookies and milk'. Besides, he could have taken his car and be staying indoors for the night. I hope he took his coat." Omi said, grabbing a slice of the delivered pizza, tonight's supper.

Youji saw no reason to inform Omi that all of his assumptions, including the one about rain and cookies, were wrong.

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It was 3 o'clock in the morning.
Aya wasn't home yet.
Youji was worried.
But at least the rain had stopped.
Eventually he fell asleep.

It was only that morning they found him, bleeding and unconscious outside the back door.