ficlets100 - number seven.

[rawri]

001. Guilt
002. New
003.Solitude
004. Content
005. Tale

006. Distort
007. Luxury
008. Listen
009. Party
010. Scent

011. Storm
012. Lessons
013.Apology
014. Relief
015. Breeze

016.Fading
017. Passion
018. Stay
019.Rain
020. Within

021.Dread
022.Revenge
023.Time
024.Perfect
025.Eyes

026.Bloom
027.Beginning
028. Bath
029. Object
030. Lost

031.Pride
032. Death
033

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[rawri]

He took a ship, because the planes were too strange. He took wobbling steps off of that ship, because his knees had always begun to hurt and the swaying motion did nothing to help, and the dock creaked and the captain was an old man who gave his old styled clothes an odd look, and it was raining, and she was waiting.

They stood, and they looked at each other, and their souls did nothing. Thus the reason they had separated - after being Meister and Weapon, it was hard to think on anything but that empty side, just as it had been hard when they had first came to Shibusen - and Yao wanted to tell a story on a rain that filled the entire world, that drowned every creature, but he walked forward and put his head to her shoulder instead.

"I nearly drowned," he said, to which she didn't make a sound and so he replied to that with, "They don't make boats like they used to."

But nothing was as it was it used to be, and so when he went to her clean, organized apartment to find two beds, went out to eat and complained on the food and stayed in and had her give him the cold shoulder over a prodding to cook, he found he didn't have to wait for the rain to drown the world, because he didn't have to wait for anything again. He never had to pack again, either.