The Way the Water TastesChapter(s):
Dir en grey, the GazettEGenre:
I don't own anyone, only my imagination.Summary: „Ruki liked the smell of wet pavement scattering in the air and how the gentle beads of rain caressed his skin.“Beta(s):
This is not a Valentine's Day fic, okay. It just happened to be posted on this date.
Even the lit street lamps were engulfed in darkness and it seemed it was going to rain, the moist smell already lingering in the air. Ruki buried his face into the knitted scarf when a harsh, cold wind blew past him, making his way back home. The streets in his district were empty and silent, without a single hint of any living creature, and Ruki couldn’t help himself but look around and enjoy the mask of harmlessly looking world. It was calming yet disturbing, he decided, and continued to walk.
Ruki watched as puffs of his hot breath mingled with the cold around him and felt the first raindrop hopelessly fall somewhere on his face. The sound of steady steps faded away and stopped completely in their tracks, leaving only his breath to be heard along with the silence of the night, accompanied by the chattering of rain against cars and windowsills. Ruki liked the smell of wet pavement scattering in the air and how the gentle beads of rain caressed his skin.
Time wasn’t his master, he thought when his mind wandered, just for a second, to the fact he was still on the Earth and on the particular ordinary street near the apartment building he lived in. He stood there like a perfectly sculpted statue, with his hands tucked inside his coat pockets and his head in the direction of sombre sky, letting the water soak him to the marrow of his bones.
Ruki closed his eyes and toyed with the keys in his pocket, noticing his coat was already drenched to the last fibre, his hair stuck to his head as if he just washed it and he wondered if his black eye makeup was smeared all over his face.
Kyo watched him from the window, surrounded by the same darkness, the two cups of tea sitting and waiting silently on the coffee table.
The night seemed endless.