I just re-read the previous chapters recently, and I'M SO SORRY for all the typo errors I've done *bows and bows* even those wrong grammars. I feel so ashamed always posting hurriedly; and forgetting about editing lloTL I failed. *sigh*

Seriously, I missed writing this KamuNobu fic, and even the 170cm trio (oh how I wanted to update that! TAT). I have the ideas but inspiration comes once in a blue moon. Just forgive this incompetent author.

Btw, I'm really really happy to see more KamuNobu fics here. I hope there'd be more to come~

Kamui heard it once again.

*drip drip drop*

It was the sound of the rain. The heavy downpour descending from the sky; its drops boisterously fell down everywhere beneath it. It overwhelmed the surroundings; deafening his ears with this noise.

He hated this sound.

The nostalgia it gave him while being forced to listen to this irks him. It brings back the memories of the distant past, the past that he had thrown away; he had abandoned and locked deep within him. Those times when he was still in that dirty dump called home; either good or bad memories; he doesn't want to give a damn about them anymore. It would just give him some unnecessary emotions that he had intentionally forgotten.

Nii-chan...Nii-chan...

That voice, that little voice of a little girl with her petite young body as fragile as a glass; his little sister staring at him with evident grief in her eyes; who just stood still behind him as he walked away without a hint of care; abandoning her.

Nii-chan...Don't g-

He finally opened his eyes.

He blinked them twice, I think I just had a bad dream. He thought then smiled, "Maa, I don't care anyway." he continued, with a soft voice audible for him alone.

His vision was directed upwards, a ceiling was into view. That's when he finally realized something amiss in this situation.

"Where am I by the way?" he asked himself as he finally felt the coldness of the floor where he laid.

*drip drip drop*

It was raining heavily and he didn't even have a blanket or anything to shelter himself from this cold temperature but he didn't bother with it, he was used to this kind of place. He then lifted his upper body and leaned his back on the wall behind him. He started roaming his eyes to examine the whole place.

It looked like an abandoned house, just a small one where you could see everything inside with just a single glance. The furniture, appliances, the ceiling, the wall; they were all worn out with their colours starting to fade like they haven't been used or cleaned for ages. It was almost empty anyway.

*drip drip drop*

The rain had caught his attention once again, he just raised his head to stare at the window and watch the downpour but someone was blocking the view. A person was standing before it, adorning the rain outside. It was a girl with long azure hair wearing a white coat and boots with katana hanging into her waist.

Now I remember. He thought.

He just smirked seeing that figure before him. The curve on his lips got bigger when he realized that it was just him and this girl alone in this abandoned house.

He called out to her,"Nobume-cha-"

Sweet. He thought once again.

His lips tasted sweet and if his memory is right, any dessert or sugary filled snack he had eaten must have already been digested inside him; so why did it feel like he just ate one recently? Why were there traces of its taste on his lips? And this sweetness was awfully familiar for him since he had tried this confectionery for a couple of times already, thanks to a certain blue haired, red eyed girl.

"Ne, Nobume-chan." He called out once again.

He had formulated some 'interesting' hypothesis in his mind with this mystery and he needed a more concrete evidence for verification. The culprit has to confess her crime.

She turned her head towards him while still holding into the window. She tilted her head as a response from his call.

They were just about one meter away from each other, both staring at one another's eyes, azure boring its way into crimson ones.

"Did you kiss me while I was sleeping?" he asked with that usual smile he wore; curiosity at the same time amusement apparent to his face.

She remained in her position.

"I was still hungry and your lips looked delicious." She answered blatantly completely unaware of the meaning of her words.

"Ahahahaha..." he just chuckled, "That's my first kiss you know."

She tilted her head more, "Kissing is just a position of two orbicular muscles. Does it bother you?"

"Not at all." he just replied, still smiling.

She attacked him. She just attacked him in his precious sleep. She took advantage of his weakest state and done that to him without his permission, without him being aware of its occurrence. Somehow, that irritated him, how he wasn't able to wake up or even just feel it. A kiss or two is nothing for him, he doesn't care about these things after all, but doing it in his sleep is a different matter.

He should have his revenge, right? Maybe double or triple folds of what she had done.

He continued, "Just don't blame me for the payback later."

A smirk was plastered on his face completely concealing the evil thoughts within him.

"Kamui." She called.

He was already smiling too much and she had to stop it before she gets contaminated by his deceitful grin, or even just reducing it.

His train of thoughts formulating his so called 'revenge' were cut off by her voice; just when he was already in the good part of it.

"Let's play in the rain."

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He had no choice. Even if he wanted to decline from her request, he just couldn't go against those eyes of hers. He was lead outside by that girl, now he is standing under the rain with his umbrella preventing himself to be soaked by the downpour.

It has always been like this in the past, back in his hometown that he had long forgotten. It was a part of his everyday life that he was forced to accept. He could move at his will without the restraint of the sun's rays. He won't need to worry for protection of his fragile skin from these poisonous rays. It was a pretty convenient weather for the likes of him, having the blood of Yato run in his veins.

He didn't particularly hate the rain; he just...got sick of it.

Niichan! Niichan!

There was this voice of a little girl echoing in the back of his mind but he pretends to be oblivious of the sound, even more with the figure slowly forming in his head as it becomes more audible.

It must be because of that stupid dream he had a while ago which he only recalled after episodes of déjà vu as he came outside.

It felt disgusting. Why was he even bothered by these flash backs? He didn't care about it. He was not supposed to care about it.

He was drowned in his own thoughts that he only wanted to stand there, not moving an inch from his position since a while ago.

He had even forgotten her presence. He had forgotten about that poker faced girl who dragged him here in the first place.

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She had always wanted to try this; playing under the rain which in her own vocabulary meant fighting.

It's not like she was envious of that white haired samurai who fought some old geezer under the rain or was she amazed with the sound produced by the muddy water as he ran towards his enemy, then the merging of blood and droplets of rain as they slashed one another. Not at all seriously, she just...wanted to try it.

Now she sounded like a tsundere and it was Kamui who infected her.

She then halted the movements of her feet. He has been silent for a while, and she didn't hear his footsteps at all. He hadn't moved an inch from his place. Maybe he was not in the mood right now? But she didn't care at all; all she wanted was to fight with him under the rain. It has to be him.

She just unsheathed her katana as she turned back to start sprinting towards him. Then she completely took the blade off from its sheathe when she was only a few steps away from him. She was prepared slashing him horizontally.

She stopped midways when an umbrella blocked her attack barely touching her blade. But that was not the only reason for her sudden pause. She felt that there was something wrong with him. It was like he only responded to her assault with his mere reflexes, it was just his body not he, himself. He was such an experienced fighter that even without focusing on the enemy, his body would automatically defend itself.

It kind of ticked her off. Was he underestimating her once again?

She held that pointed part of his umbrella exerting her almost full strength on it as she successfully pulled it away from him and threw it somewhere. She finally saw his face and it revealed a kind of facial expression that she saw on him for the first time. She couldn't decipher at all what kind of expression was that. Yeah, she was right. He was being weird since a while ago.

He finally noticed her, and was now staring at her eyes, " -chan."

But she won't be tricked easily by that deceitful smile of his.

He continued, "Maybe next t-"

He was cut off by her abrupt action. She suddenly pulled down the lower part of his braid and was now staring intently at him that just added to his confusion.

She tugged it once more, reducing the distance between their faces.

And for the third time she repeated the act, her lips were now exactly positioned against his.

Technically speaking, this is not his first kiss, but he was asleep that time. So for Kamui, this is a first time. It was just a light touch, but hell, he didn't know that a kiss would feel this great. It was cold, they were drenched, but he felt like it was more exciting in this state. She closed her eyes, and he did the same.

He paid no heed with the sensation of pain he felt from the roots of his hair due to the increasing strength of her grip. The only thing his body could feel was that softness of her lips that he had been tempted to bite or should he slide his tongue inside her to taste her more? It was for his revenge after all.

But before he could implement his devious plan, she had already released his locks entirely secured by her hand, together with her lips.

"Do you still hate the rain?"

Seriously, how can a heartless killer like her be able to look so innocent like a child with those curious eyes and that soft tone of voice? He just gave her a smile.

"Yeah." He immediately answered, "But..."

He made slight movements of bending down to her while he placed his index finger on her lips, giving them a light press. And after a short pause, he gradually slid his finger replacing it with his thumb.

His eyes wide opened, grinning at her as he continued, "I love your lips-"

The cold metallic end of the sword was now barely touching his flesh dangerously pointing at his neck.

He just sighed, "You just won't give up, will you?"

She lifted her head staring at him, "Kamui, let's play under the rain."

She was really determined to the point of forcing him with her whims.

He stepped back from the blade as he raised his hands, "Maaa, It can't be helped, huh-"

As soon he spoke the last syllable, he had opened his eyes together with his hand now aiming at her neck as though it was a sword which was met by her blade directed toward his wrist; but it just slid in between his fingers. He had caught the middle part of her katana without any light scratches on his flesh.

His pursed lips produced a playful whistling sound, "Still having the intent of killing me, huh?"

She slightly rotated her katana, causing a tiny gush of blood from his finger, "It's not like you would die easily."

He withdrew his injured finger from her blade, setting it on his mouth as he tasted the crimson liquid on it though some of the blood was washed away by the rain.

A snicker demanding for more amusement was plastered in his lips.

A stare responding to his plea was now evident in her eyes.

Thus they continued with their own little 'playtime.'

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*cell phone rings*

They were at the midst of their fighting where the intensity of the battle was at its peak. Kamui and Nobume were battling for strength with both their weapons clashed against one another. She kept pushing forward with her katana while he defended with his umbrella, which he had picked up along their fight, going towards her direction.

Both forces were on par with one another, though Kamui may just be faking the equality on their strength.

*cell phone continues to ring*

She was completely aware that the sound came from hers. Kamui doesn't seem the type to have these kinds of techy stuffs. She also knew who the caller was. It must be her not-changing-facial-expression Commander who's getting lonely without anyone to exchange mails. And even the real reason for the call. She has not returned to their HQ for a quite alarming span of time with just the excuse of 'I'm gonna buy donuts outside.'

But she didn't give a damn about these.

Kamui, who was now quite bothered with the sound, decreased the tension in his muscles and asked, "Aren't you gonna answer?"

*cell phone still ringin-*

And without second thought, she had immediately tossed the phone to some random direction. But she was still focused on her blade and the enemy in front of her.

No one shall ruin her enjoyment at the moment. Not when she was able to fight o her heart's content for a long span of time without taking the life of her opponent or even injuring him fatally.

"Maa, maa, I think it's about time we stop this." He spoke.

She thought it was just a bluff, something to get her caught off guard. But then, she felt him completely relaxing his body and what's more is he even lowered down his weapon. She copied his action though she was still cautious of his probable sudden assault.

"Abuto must be cursing me right now." He added.

Well, she had enjoyed enough and he even went along with her whims, maybe she could let him go for now.

He turned around with his back facing her, while he slightly waved his hand.

"See you tomorrow, Kamui." She said.

He was stopped by her sentence, "Ohh. I forgot."

He faced her once again, "I'll be leaving Earth later, and who knows when I'd be able to return here."

How should she respond with his statement? Should she try stopping him? But it's not like she has any reason for it. All she cared about was fighting him and taking pleasure in it. He's some rare opponent that she genuinely enjoyed sparring with.

Now everything made sense for his weird actions a while ago. The reason why he persistently took her in that abandoned house to take 'shelter' from the rain and wanting some 'warmth' when she was about to part ways with him a while ago.

It was the last after all.

"Bye bye!" he spoke and waved his hand once again.

He began moving forward, away from her. He won't even dare to look back at her to see her one last time. Should she try killing him? Now that he's not completely on guard? Who knows when she would have an opportunity like this to slay him?

She stepped forward and pulled her braids once again, this time with more force exerted than the first time she did it. He almost fell down on the ground with his back first with her strength, or maybe he was just too shocked.

"Kamui." She called.

He faced her, not completely tilting his head, just enough to see her face. It was just a breath away from him and she was intently staring at his eyes. He had no choice but to stare back at her.

"I'm hungry." she pleaded like a kid asking for a piece of candy.

That gave a grin on his lips; he turned into her this time, completely facing her.

"Then..." said he.

He held her shoulders firmly but gently, and then she finally released his locks. He inclined his head inching towards hers. He was too impatient; he couldn't wait another second before he could taste her lips once again.

So with just one push, he landed exactly on hers. After just a few seconds of that light kiss, he immediately opened her mouth to deepen their touch.

This time, he really nibbled the lower part of her lips without any wounds inflicted on her. He took his time savouring her before he pulled away from the kiss.

"Is this enough?" he asked.

"If I say no?"

She spoke so innocently complemented with the tilting of her head inclined into a lower degree. It was a perfect combo. Indeed a perfect combo, that Kamui's hormones were increasing into a dangerous extent almost going beyond what his self control could handle. He is after all a healthy growing boy in his pubescent years who just awakened from his desires.

And he successfully covered up the struggle inside of him with his usual smile.

"Ahahaha...Then bear with this FOR NOW."

He spoke as he walked away from her.

Really, he should be commended for his self control.

Oh my, was it too sweet to the point of OOC-ness or was it just plain OOC? It's been a long time since I wrote a KamuNobu ff after all. Meh. Excuses. And if you noticed, I got lazy with fighting scenes. AHAHA! /SHOT

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This fanfic MIGHT end in the next chapter, but it still depends.