Hello there! I'm finally back with something at least have-presentable. I am starting a series--willingly even. No, I have not lost the last bit of sanity I have been clinging to... I just got bored.
The idea for this came to me, like all good ideas do, just before I fell asleep. I'm unsure about the title, any suggestions for one will be greatly appreciated. Also, constructive critisism, ideas, genre suggestions, comments and reviews in general are very appreciated, I'll even give you a lollipop!
Also, I apologize in advance for the lack of knowledge of how the people adress each other, if someone could tell me I'd be so happy!
Disclaimer: Take a wild guess.
Rain pelted down on the streets, shrouded in a thick fog, few people dared to go out in such weather.
Down a raggedy dirty street, in a thin alleyway clogged with trash, sat a certain blonde-haired rich boy.
Leaning back against the gritty wall, face tilted slightly upwards to feel the few drops of rain that leaked through the overlapping roof shingles.
His fists were clenched, either in aggravation or pain, or maybe even both.
His clear blue eyes were lightly closed and his clothing was soaked through, his blonde hair hung in wet clumps.
As the rain came harder and faster, pounding the pavement relentlessly Ryou groaned, squeezing his eyes tight.
"Nya?" A soft something landed on his clenched fists, opening his eyes slowly, he turned his head to stare down at it.
A small, whitish grey kitten with brown spots stared up at him with bright green eyes, dull with hunger.
"What is it?" He asked, a small speck of irritation in his slow, tired voice.
"Nya?" The kitten question again.
"…No. I'm fine," Ryou sighed, turning his face back up to the sky, closing them again.
There was a pause then something light landed with a slightly audible 'thump' on his lap.
This time his eyes snapped open immediately, his head whipped down to glare at the kitten.
It had curled up into a ball and was purring softly.
"What do you want?" Ryou growled.
The kitten did not reply, but blink one sleepy eye at him before resettling itself on his lap.
He sighed; giving in, and placed one hand on the kitten, in a small attempt to keep it warm, and thaw his freezing fingers.
Closing his eyes for a third time he felt much better, it was like a blanket of calmness had settled around his shoulders.
His head finally clear, he leaned back against the wall and slowly slipped into a light sleep.
"Where the hell is he!" Ichigo yelled impatiently, "We should've opened three hours ago! THREE HOURS!"
The strawberry was storming about the café, trying her best to engage her friends in her tantrum.
Just as Lettuce had finished cleaning up a plate and had moved on to attempting to calm her friend the doors to the café swung open.
What little conversation there had been between the five girls stopped immediately in silent shock.
Stumbling through the doorway, soaked to the bone, light blue eyes faded and distant, blonde hair grimy and soaked, stood Ryou.
Slowly he lifted his head to blink sleepily at the mews, who stared back.
"What? What happened…?" Lettuce murmured, in shock, she had never seen Ryou looking so…sick.
Without answering her question Ryou stumbled towards the stairs, which he climbed shakily, his hand gripping the railing white from the tension in his grasp.
"What's wrong with Ryou na no da?" Pudding asked curiously.
She got no answers.
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The blonde laid back on his bed, wearing clean dry clothes he had just put on he felt better.
He hadn't expected it to start raining so hard when he had gone out, maybe he should start checking the weather reports.
With a sleepy sigh he rolled onto his side and drifted off into a deep sleep.
He didn't even wake when a certain redhead stomped into his bedroom, demanding what was wrong.
The next morning Ryou was up early and walking through the near-empty streets, looking for a newspaper stand.
This being a first for him, he obviously had no idea where to look so he simply wondered mindlessly through town, enjoying the silence.
It was a small mystery why Ryou was out to buy a newspaper, but after spending three hours out in the rain as his energy washed away…
He really didn't want that to happen again.
So that found him up at seven, wandering through the chilly, empty streets, searching for somewhere to buy a newspaper.
After about half an hour and the city was waking up he found a small stand and quickly bought a Saturday paper and ripped it apart to find the weather report.
To his joy it was supposed to be sunny and warm.
With a sigh of relief, he dumped the paper in the garbage and walked back to the café.
Ryou paused several feet away from the doorway; sitting on the threshold was the grey and brown kitten from the day before.
"Nya?" It questioned, cocking its head to one side.
"What do you want?" He asked, looking down into its bright green eyes.
The cat wound its' way around his leg, purring softly, then looked up and him and meowed.
Ignoring the cat Ryou untangled himself from the animal and walked inside.
"Shirogane! You're late again!" Ichigo yelled immediately, suddenly appearing in front of him.
His heart sped up slightly but his voice remained impassionate as he asked:
"What's your point?" The girl's face went pinkish with rising anger as her brown eyes lit up with matching fury.
"Ooh! Hello Kitty-Chan!" Pudding exclaimed happily, bending down to greet the kitten behind the blonde, "Hee!" She grinned and looked up, "She's adorable!"
"Oh! How sweet!" Ichigo was snapped out of her anger and crouched to pet the cat as well.
The kitten blinked its' calm green eyes at the two girls and then stood and wound itself around Ryou's legs again.
"Nya?" She pleaded softly, he stared down at its' dim eyes.
"No," He said bluntly, uncaringly.
"Hey!" Ichigo screamed, jumping to her feet, anger stamped to her face once more.
"You can't just refuse to feed a poor starving cat like that!" She yelled
"I just did," Ryou told her pointedly.
"That's not the point!" The strawberry bellowed back, "It could die without food and— AND ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING!" She screeched as Ryou walked past her into the kitchen.
He opened a cupboard and pulled out a can of cat food. Why Keiichiro kept it, he didn't know. Maybe as a joke or to mock Ichigo with if she ever came to the café as a cat again.
Ryou didn't know. Personally, he didn't want to find out.
Opening it he placed the can on the floor of the kitchen and as the kitten pounced on it he looked up at Ichigo.
"Happy now?" He asked then headed upstairs.
As he sat down at his laptop something warm curled up on his cold feet.
Ryou glared down at the softly purring kitten, then, deciding that as long as it kept his feet warm he really didn't care, and turned back to the computer screen.
Okay, so how was that? I know it was a bit shaky, but all my beginings are, and I hope to improve on it... Any suggestions are much appreciated! So please review, or I'll be sad and lonely...