Helloooooooooooo! Well I finally manage to re-create the beauty that was Canada Day, and strangley enough I got the idea for it while writing Crismon Tears... Anyways, it's another Ryou/Ichigo thingie. It might be a little funny, but it depends on your definition of 'funny'.
Disclaimer: I don't own TMM. What do I own? Fruits Basket manga. And a fruits basket cow hat...
sum: rain was falling, cuncussions were forming and all she could do as hell broke out in the sky was dance. Ryou/Ichigo, crappy sum, less crappy thingy. R&R
Drops of water tapped lazily on the roof. Water gushed down the window pane and small traces of fog littered the streets below.
With a quiet moan Ryou slammed his forehead on the window.
"Ow…" He muttered grouchily. He glared at the rain, and the clouds, and his fingernail.
Yes, Ryou Shirogane hated rain, no, loathed it with the fiery passion of the sun.
Maybe not as much as a certain orange haired boy in an un-related Manga series, but he still hated it.
Grumbling about nothing in particular he shuffle to his desk and sat in front of his laptop.
After a few minutes of mindless typing he got up and shuffled around his room again.
He shuffled over there, and then here and a little over there again then returned to his window.
After maybe two seconds of watching the rain he started bonking his head on the window over and over.
"Ow…Ow…Ow…Ow…" He grumbled under his breath as his forehead bounced off the glass again and again.
After a while he decided giving himself a concussion wasn't the brightest idea he settled on watching the rain while his mind flew away on a cloud.
After a while he realized he was watching someone down on the street, so he beckoned his mind back to his head.
He focused his gaze on the person and snorted.
Ichigo was dancing in the rain.
What. An. Idiot.
But she looked so happy. Arms swinging out, feet stepping everywhere. She didn't care whether her foot landed in a puddle or not.
A grin was plastered to her face, though Ryou noticed that her smile seemed a little…lonely, maybe even slightly forced.
Suddenly Ryou was standing at the exit to the café, one hand positioned to open the door.
He blinked.
"What the hell…?" He murmured.
Oh he hated what rain did.
The boredom. The restlessness. The recklessness.
How could water falling from the clouds make him throw his composed self into a corner, step on it several times then send it through a paper shredder?
He hated rain. But he also loved her, so maybe just this one time…
The door swung open beneath his hand and it banged shut behind him.
Ichigo jumped and spun to face him.
Their eyes met and hours could've passed for all he knew.
Something passed between them; a smile re-formed itself on her face.
"Care to join me?" She asked playfully.
He gave her a blank look.
"Not really, but whoever said I was sane?"
"Not me," Ichigo stuck her tongue out at the blonde.
Before he knew it they were dancing.
Jumping and spinning. Shouting happily just to be heard.
Ichigo was grinning again, her smile filled with joy and not a hint of forced happiness.
Soon they bother were soaked to the bones.
"Next time it rains will I see you?" Ichigo asked as the clouds skittered from the sky.
"Not a chance in hell," Ryou replied shortly.
One week later found them outside in a thunderstorm. Dancing together in an endless movement of joy and friendship.