Glances Into the Heart's Connections - Under the Rain
Title: Glances Into the Heart's Connections - Under the Rain
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters/pairings: Ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A series of oneshots about any and possibly all of the Kingdom Hearts cast.
Warnings: n/a
Notes: Old writing, from way back in the day, in it's mostly original format (very minor corrections may have been made)
o o o
Theme: Under the Rain
o o o
He hated the rain.
She couldn't understand it - or him, for that matter. He spoke a little Chinese, his birth tongue, she managed to figure out, but the amount was small indeed, the simplest words in a child's vocabulary. She knew little more than his name, that where he came from was a dry country, and that, once upon a time, before their worlds were destroyed, they had both known a boy with a key.
When the sky grew cloudy, he grew anxious, constantly looking for shelter, in case rain started to fall. And when it did, he immediately headed for cover, glaring sourly at the cold water that streamed past the entrance to wherever he had run to. Storms, she supposed, were rare on his world, lasting only minutes, quite unlike these long, drawn out squalls that reminded her of home.
But now, there was no shelter near, only narrow trees all but stripped by the autumn winds, and the sky above was looking ominous indeed. He kept looking up, worrying at his lip as the sky grew darker with no cover in sight. She thought that it would be a short storm, cold, but not strong, just enough to wet the wind-dried earth beneath their feet. At least, it would lay some of the dust by. Trying to communicate that to her companion, though, would only serve to make them both frustrated with the language barrier between them.
Instead, she stopped walking, untying the well-oiled canvas that was her tent from her pack. He only slept in the tent when the weather was bad, preferring to look at the strange stars above as he fell asleep. But it could easily serve another purpose.
He was looking at her oddly, then moved to take the tent supports from his own pack. She waved at him to stop, shaking out the roll of canvas. Using simple sign language, she directed him to crouch down close to the ground, and when he did, she followed suit beside him, hunkering close and spreading the canvas across their shoulders. He caught on, tugging the cloth in tighter on his side, helping her arrange it into a hood over their heads. Just in time, too, as the sky above opened in a cold pour.
The only cold that reached them was the water that sprayed into their faces as they looked out from their shelter. Inside, it was warm and dry, if a little cramped. They stayed like that for the duration of the storm, knee to knee and shoulder to shoulder, and in the quick glances she stole at him, she saw him relax when they stayed dry.
Less than an hour later, the storm tapered off, first a light drizzle, then a few scattered drops. With a groan, he stood, loosening the cramps in his knees as he shook the extra water off the oiled canvas. She stood as well, but as she straightened, her stiff leg threatened to spill her to the ground. He caught her by the arm with an exclamation she didn't understand literally, but had learned the gist of as they had traveled together. She held onto his arm, stretching the aching limb, then gave him a small smile when she could stand properly again. Working together, they finished shaking out the canvas and rolled it into a neat bundle again, lashing it to her pack. Hefting all of her worldly belongings up onto her back, she looked around, regaining their bearings. If they walked fast, they could be at the next city by nightfall.
"Mulan." She blinked at her name, looking around at him. He smiled, dark eyes sparkling warmly, and tapped the tent roll across her shoulders. "Doh jeh." He said clumsily, one of the few Chinese words he knew, thanking her.
"Afwan, Aladdin." She managed, hoping she hadn't mangled the response too much. He grinned, then pointed in the direction they had been heading, raising a brow. She nodded and they started off again. Someday, she hoped, they would know enough of each other's languages to speak freely.
Then again, she thought, looking at her companion. I guess we aren't doing all that bad now.
Fandom: Kingdom Hearts
Characters/pairings: Ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A series of oneshots about any and possibly all of the Kingdom Hearts cast.
Warnings: n/a
Notes: Old writing, from way back in the day, in it's mostly original format (very minor corrections may have been made)
o o o
Theme: Under the Rain
o o o
He hated the rain.
She couldn't understand it - or him, for that matter. He spoke a little Chinese, his birth tongue, she managed to figure out, but the amount was small indeed, the simplest words in a child's vocabulary. She knew little more than his name, that where he came from was a dry country, and that, once upon a time, before their worlds were destroyed, they had both known a boy with a key.
When the sky grew cloudy, he grew anxious, constantly looking for shelter, in case rain started to fall. And when it did, he immediately headed for cover, glaring sourly at the cold water that streamed past the entrance to wherever he had run to. Storms, she supposed, were rare on his world, lasting only minutes, quite unlike these long, drawn out squalls that reminded her of home.
But now, there was no shelter near, only narrow trees all but stripped by the autumn winds, and the sky above was looking ominous indeed. He kept looking up, worrying at his lip as the sky grew darker with no cover in sight. She thought that it would be a short storm, cold, but not strong, just enough to wet the wind-dried earth beneath their feet. At least, it would lay some of the dust by. Trying to communicate that to her companion, though, would only serve to make them both frustrated with the language barrier between them.
Instead, she stopped walking, untying the well-oiled canvas that was her tent from her pack. He only slept in the tent when the weather was bad, preferring to look at the strange stars above as he fell asleep. But it could easily serve another purpose.
He was looking at her oddly, then moved to take the tent supports from his own pack. She waved at him to stop, shaking out the roll of canvas. Using simple sign language, she directed him to crouch down close to the ground, and when he did, she followed suit beside him, hunkering close and spreading the canvas across their shoulders. He caught on, tugging the cloth in tighter on his side, helping her arrange it into a hood over their heads. Just in time, too, as the sky above opened in a cold pour.
The only cold that reached them was the water that sprayed into their faces as they looked out from their shelter. Inside, it was warm and dry, if a little cramped. They stayed like that for the duration of the storm, knee to knee and shoulder to shoulder, and in the quick glances she stole at him, she saw him relax when they stayed dry.
Less than an hour later, the storm tapered off, first a light drizzle, then a few scattered drops. With a groan, he stood, loosening the cramps in his knees as he shook the extra water off the oiled canvas. She stood as well, but as she straightened, her stiff leg threatened to spill her to the ground. He caught her by the arm with an exclamation she didn't understand literally, but had learned the gist of as they had traveled together. She held onto his arm, stretching the aching limb, then gave him a small smile when she could stand properly again. Working together, they finished shaking out the canvas and rolled it into a neat bundle again, lashing it to her pack. Hefting all of her worldly belongings up onto her back, she looked around, regaining their bearings. If they walked fast, they could be at the next city by nightfall.
"Mulan." She blinked at her name, looking around at him. He smiled, dark eyes sparkling warmly, and tapped the tent roll across her shoulders. "Doh jeh." He said clumsily, one of the few Chinese words he knew, thanking her.
"Afwan, Aladdin." She managed, hoping she hadn't mangled the response too much. He grinned, then pointed in the direction they had been heading, raising a brow. She nodded and they started off again. Someday, she hoped, they would know enough of each other's languages to speak freely.
Then again, she thought, looking at her companion. I guess we aren't doing all that bad now.