coz i have too much ideas D:
Pitter patter; the lovely sound that comes on the roof. It's like melodious tunes to her ears.
Kazuya loves the rain because of two simple explanations.
One; it washes away the blood on her hand, as if it diminishes her sins away.
It happened again tonight; at the usual place, same time, same arrangement;
a family gathering as some people might call it.
Subject: Noriyuki Fuji, 55 years old. Broadcasting Chief of TGS.
His black and white photos; entering luxurious car, giving speeches, were sprawled across the square table of the restaurant’s private room.
Kazuya's eyes fell onto the man wearing formal grey suit complete with its matching hat. The smoke from his cigarette blurred her vision.
"That is your task for tonight. Call me when you're done."
Silence filled the room. She just sat there, eating her grilled eel with no expression.
"Kazuya?!" Kitagawa's harsh voice made her stopped playing with her chopsticks.
"How's your life today, Kazuya? Did you finally meet someone nice, Kazuya? Aren't those supposed to be questions from a father to her daughter during family meetings?"
The old man couldn't answer to her questions. He just breathed deeply to control his anger.
“Just…do your job properly.”
After finishing her dinner, Kazuya proceeded to take in the photos with her without even looking at the yakuza head.
"I'll call you."
And she did 3 hours later.
"Done." With bloody, trembling hands; she closed her cell phone slider.
Kazuya loves the rain because of two simple explanations.
One; it washes away the blood on her hand, as if it diminishes her sins away.
Two; it hides her tears that kept falling down onto her cold cheeks.
Life had been cruel to her, she thinks. At the very least; there's someone who will moan for the lost of the people that she had killed. But no one would ever cry for her. Nobody would hug her and try to calm her down.
She is alone. And lonely.
Pitter patter.
Pitter patter.
Pitter patter.
But the sound suddenly becoming louder. As if it had been blocked by certain object.
She looked up to see a transparent umbrella above her head.
"What are doing here under the rain? You'll get sick." His calm voice soothes her tainted soul.
She looked deeply inside the young man's orbs. And for the first time in her entire life, she felt warmness under the icy, piercing rain.