Sunshine After Rain: 2
Pairing: Kurosaki/Tsurara
Genre: Romance/Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: There’s no point for a summary when you can just read it
If you’re trying to imagine Suzuki Kiyoshi, think Oguri Shun, because if the character was really on the drama that’s who would play it. So thanks for all the encouraging comments and constructive criticism, I’ll make sure this one’s longer, even if it’s by a word. + I’ll make sure there are no Capitalization problems :)
Disclaimer: I really don’t see why I’d be writing fanfics if I owned any of the beautiful characters
Tsurara
It’s raining again. I know what it sounds like, I’m just a hung-up sook, but this time it’s literally. I can’t believe it’s raining now, when I just rejected Yukari’s ride home. As I’m walking down the pathway I look ahead at the sky, and at the beautiful sunset. Suddenly I’m relaxed and I don’t feel stressed anymore. The feeling’s blissful, even if it’s only for a few seconds. And just as quickly as the bliss comes, it goes. Because when I open my eyes, I see him, standing in the rain. He’s looking straight at me, with piercing brown eyes, and I feel a sudden shiver run down my spine. He’s wearing worn out navy jeans, and a classic white shirt, with the sleeves rolled up and the first four buttons undone. His face, it’s defined, strong yet gentle. And then he smiles at me, with his angelic lips. I can’t help it, I smile back. We’re surrounded by beautiful girls, who look like they’ve got so much to offer, and yet he’s looking at me. I feel my body heat up and my cheeks beginning to burn. I can’t believe I’m staring at him; it’s such a fangirly thing to do. So I look away and continue walking down the path. And when I look back I see him walking the other way. I get a strange tingle and suddenly the rain doesn’t bother me anymore. Maybe I’ll walk home in the rain more often from now on. Maybe soon I’ll see some sunshine.
--------------------------------------------------
It’s a whole week before I see him again, and it’s raining again. I don’t want to admit it, but I was hoping that I would. Seven Days. It’s been Seven Days since I last thought of Kurosaki. Seven Days since I last wondered where he was, who he’d be swindling, if he was well, or if he’d be thinking of me. I know it doesn’t seem like much, but for me it’s a record. I should get a golden star, no, a gold medal. This time I saw him exactly where I saw him last time, near the park. He’s not in the casual jeans and shirt he was in last time. This time he’s in a well fitted suit with black trousers and a blue shirt. He looks rich, really rich. Such a big contrast from the last time, I don’t know which one’s him, but I want to find out. So I do something the old, love struck Tsurara would’ve never done, I turn to walk towards him. But I freeze in shock as I see he’s coming my way. So I just stand there, like a lost tourist. He stops right in front of me.
“Hey, I saw you here last week. Do you come here often?” He asks shyly.
I smile, he seems shyer then I am.
“No, not really, but recently I started coming here more often.”
“Me too,” He says. And when he says it he stares straight into my eyes. His gaze is so intense I think even the people near us feel the sudden tension. He just stares at me, unashamed. And the funny thing is that I don’t care, I stare back, even though I’m sure my face is reddening and the butterflies in my stomach are fluttering. He makes me feel something that only one other person has ever made me feel. I can feel my heart racing. I want him to know who I am, that I’m not just some skank who talks to guys randomly and the next second is in their pants. Why did it ring a bell?
“My name’s Kiyoshi. Suzuki Kiyoshi.”
Kurosaki
I walk home in the rain today, because I want to get drenched. The rain drops fall hard and fast against my face and I love it. It makes me feel alive, and how long has it been since I last felt that? I put my hand inside my trench coat and pull out an envelope. Katsuragi is becoming more and more reluctant every time to give me information. He says that maybe I should stop swindling, but what does he know? He’s just a stupid old man who’s the very reason why I started doing it anyway. He thinks he knows best, just like Yoshida, but they don’t know anything. What’ll happen if I stop? Will I become a good person, or will I be happy? No, I won’t, I’ll never be. This is my life, the reason for my very existence. I was meant to swindle the middle aged bitch in the photo and the many to come after her. I look at her. She’s beautiful, her features delicate. But like they say, looks can be decieving. Turns out she’s trying to swindle big time. I slip the photo back in and take a look at the information.
Name: Tanaka Hitomi
Age: 42
Occupation: Assistant
Company: Suzuki Industries
Well too bad Hitomi, not this time. I look up at the sky. The sun’s coming out and the rain’s stopping. I’m just about to walk past the park when I see her. My heart begins to race. I swear she looks like her, but she’s far away, the wind’s blowing hair in her face. She’s talking to someone, a man. But it can’t be her; Tsurara’s not the type to socialize with the opposite sex. I close my eyes and sigh, one of these days I’m really gonna psyche myself out. So I keep on walking, until I reach the staircase. I sit down and stroke my cat. “I thought i saw her today,” I whisper to my cat. “But it was someone else. I’m such a Baka! So stupid of me, huh? To think it was her?”I sigh and stand up. I begin to climb the stairs and stand in front of my door. There’s no point in thinking about it, we have no future, nor do I want one. I open the door and lock it when I get inside, just like I do with my black heart.
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