rainfall (Spirited Away, Chihiro/Haku, pg13)
Title: rainfall
Author/Artist: shiegra
Rating: PG13
Prompt: - Spirited Away, Chihiro/Haku: rememberance; what was lost is now found; kissing in the rain - "come with me"
Word count: 620
She came home from school with strange dreams.
The way she tossed and turned worried her mother. They tried tea, medicine, long walks or bike trips to wear her out. Chihiro sipped the tea and tossed the pills and each night settled into bed, closing her eyes and waiting, a tension blooming in her heart that she barely understood. An anticipation that caught her breath, that tightened her fingers around the teacup or a door when it caught her unawares, that made her go still, straining as though to catch something at the edge of her hearing. A voice. A song. The whisper of a bold wind.
She dreamed, and all she could remember of them afterwards, waking as slumber shredded away, was a whisper in her ear, soft and tempting. I promise. Chihiro knew she was waiting, but could not have named for what.
Between the rain and the night and the distant streets, it felt like a subtly different world.
Chihiro picked her way down the concrete street, her hair plastered to her cheeks in the pouring rain, the sleeves of her sweatshirt hanging down over her fingers. She could almost remember a song, bubbling in the back of her throat--sometimes she almost found herself singing it, at times, as long as she didn't think about it, or pay attention.
She almost walked into the boy, even with the puddles that should have announced his presence, and her eyes fixed on the road ahead. Chihiro jumped back, startled.
"I'm sorry," she said. It did not seem quite adequate. She tried again. "I didn't see you. I didn't mean to--"
"It's all right," he said very softly. His green eyes gleamed at her through the rain; her stomach felt hollow, and she could almost taste a subtle sense of loss on the back of her tongue. She should keep going before she was totally drenched down to her skin, but she couldn't bring herself to step past him. But the boy was not moving either; he studied her intently.
"Do you live near here?" Chihiro asked, through the patter of rain. Are you staying? Do I know you?
"Chihiro," he said very gently, and she had not told him her name but didn't have it in her to be afraid. "Remember."
For a moment she did not; she looked at him and felt the distant ache, and began to say, "excuse me?"
Then she did. Her hands rose, and then fell, and her face lit from within. "Haku," she said, and swayed on her feet; she saw a dragon, and the train tracks running on into the horizon, and the steam of the great bath house. The dragon lingered in her mind's eye, much-precious. He caught her before she could fall.
"I've been waiting," she said, smiling as though her face would crack open. "You've come very late."
Her hands warmed in his, and his eyes shone through the droplets. "But I came," he said, and she leaned forward and caught the dragon's mouth with her own, warm and wet and rain-slick.
He made a sound she had never heard from him before, low in his throat; a thrrrrpt, like a cat's noise, and beneath her fingers he shivered briefly. He still held her. Her heartbeat pounded through them both, dizzying.
"Come with me," he whispered against her mouth. Chihiro wrapped her arms around him, buried her face in the side of his throat. She could remember the scent of his skin, chill and subtle like wind or water. He held her tightly and carefully at once, and she sighed, a shuddery little sound escaping her.
"Come with me," he said again, and she took his hand in hers.
Author/Artist: shiegra
Rating: PG13
Prompt: - Spirited Away, Chihiro/Haku: rememberance; what was lost is now found; kissing in the rain - "come with me"
Word count: 620
She came home from school with strange dreams.
The way she tossed and turned worried her mother. They tried tea, medicine, long walks or bike trips to wear her out. Chihiro sipped the tea and tossed the pills and each night settled into bed, closing her eyes and waiting, a tension blooming in her heart that she barely understood. An anticipation that caught her breath, that tightened her fingers around the teacup or a door when it caught her unawares, that made her go still, straining as though to catch something at the edge of her hearing. A voice. A song. The whisper of a bold wind.
She dreamed, and all she could remember of them afterwards, waking as slumber shredded away, was a whisper in her ear, soft and tempting. I promise. Chihiro knew she was waiting, but could not have named for what.
Between the rain and the night and the distant streets, it felt like a subtly different world.
Chihiro picked her way down the concrete street, her hair plastered to her cheeks in the pouring rain, the sleeves of her sweatshirt hanging down over her fingers. She could almost remember a song, bubbling in the back of her throat--sometimes she almost found herself singing it, at times, as long as she didn't think about it, or pay attention.
She almost walked into the boy, even with the puddles that should have announced his presence, and her eyes fixed on the road ahead. Chihiro jumped back, startled.
"I'm sorry," she said. It did not seem quite adequate. She tried again. "I didn't see you. I didn't mean to--"
"It's all right," he said very softly. His green eyes gleamed at her through the rain; her stomach felt hollow, and she could almost taste a subtle sense of loss on the back of her tongue. She should keep going before she was totally drenched down to her skin, but she couldn't bring herself to step past him. But the boy was not moving either; he studied her intently.
"Do you live near here?" Chihiro asked, through the patter of rain. Are you staying? Do I know you?
"Chihiro," he said very gently, and she had not told him her name but didn't have it in her to be afraid. "Remember."
For a moment she did not; she looked at him and felt the distant ache, and began to say, "excuse me?"
Then she did. Her hands rose, and then fell, and her face lit from within. "Haku," she said, and swayed on her feet; she saw a dragon, and the train tracks running on into the horizon, and the steam of the great bath house. The dragon lingered in her mind's eye, much-precious. He caught her before she could fall.
"I've been waiting," she said, smiling as though her face would crack open. "You've come very late."
Her hands warmed in his, and his eyes shone through the droplets. "But I came," he said, and she leaned forward and caught the dragon's mouth with her own, warm and wet and rain-slick.
He made a sound she had never heard from him before, low in his throat; a thrrrrpt, like a cat's noise, and beneath her fingers he shivered briefly. He still held her. Her heartbeat pounded through them both, dizzying.
"Come with me," he whispered against her mouth. Chihiro wrapped her arms around him, buried her face in the side of his throat. She could remember the scent of his skin, chill and subtle like wind or water. He held her tightly and carefully at once, and she sighed, a shuddery little sound escaping her.
"Come with me," he said again, and she took his hand in hers.