[Fanfic] The Stairs
Title: The Stairs
Rating: K
Fandom: Reborn
Characters: Yamamoto
Word Count: 565
Summary: Yamamoto in the rain
Comment: Well, this happens when I should listen to my Elektronik professor but am writing fanfic instead x'D
Strong footsteps resounded through the narrow alleys, beating a steady rhythm on the wet asphalt. The gray afternoon sky was pregnant with stormy clouds, ready to burst with raindrops. Dark shadows lined the corners of the alley, giving shelter to lost souls.
The footsteps never stopped their run. Turning a corner the runner lost the grip on the slippery street for a second. A harsh intake of breath. Scrambling of feet. The sound of a cat running for cover. But an instant later the steady pattern of footsteps and breathing returned to as it was before.
The path in front of the runner opened. As he stepped out of the darkness of the alley the runner glanced quickly at the rain-swollen clouds. The short black hair glistened with sweat and dampness. With a swift swipe of the sleeve of his black hoodie Yamamoto dried his brow.
Never pausing for even a second he darted over the street to the park beyond. Dark cloud hid the sun, turning all colors bleak and dull. The park was desolated. People rather stayed at home than go out in such weather. The shadows of the trees danced across Yamamoto’s skin, creating the illusion of a flickering expression on the calm face. His breath came faster now, clouding the cool air with every breath.
With steady speed he burst through a group of elms. A huge set of stairs opened up in front of him. Wind tossed some stray leaves around as if he invited Yamamoto to dance with him. Yamamoto’s lips set in a firm smile. With one last moment of hesitation he leapt for the stairs.
With each step he could feel the blood pumping through his veins, accelerating his breath and reddening his face. In leaps and bounds he took the stairs, the goal set firmly in his mind. A wet sliver touched Yamamoto’s cheek. Sending a quick glance to the gray sky, the runner could see the clouds burst, giving way to the raindrops.
Each step, each gulp of air, was now followed by the tinkle of rain hitting the ground. Droplets danced across the surface of the steps to a silent melody of nature.
Yamamoto continued his climb, always in sync with the silent choreography, gliding through the rain and his own tiredness.
As he reached the top the rain fell like curtains, a thick silver layer hiding the surroundings from view. The short hair plastered to his face, Yamamoto turned to face the sky, chest rising in the attempt to regain his breath. He stood there for minutes, letting the rain engulf him, soothe his sore muscles.
A smile split Yamamoto’s face. Slowly opening his eyes he turned around. The memory of the failed trial with the first Rain Guardian of Vongola Primo seemed to fade away in the presence of the soothing element.
The city at the bottom of the stairs was barely visible through the dark clouds, changing the grey world into a light filled, sparkling place.
Yamamoto thrust his fist into the air, exhaling loudly, a huge grin plastered on his face. The bleak atmosphere of the afternoon had vanished, given way to the cleaning force of the downpour.
Stretching his sore limbs, Yamamoto chuckled quietly. “Just like a brand new day. All will start anew.”
And with those words he made for the stairs, descending into the sun filled city underneath.
Rating: K
Fandom: Reborn
Characters: Yamamoto
Word Count: 565
Summary: Yamamoto in the rain
Comment: Well, this happens when I should listen to my Elektronik professor but am writing fanfic instead x'D
Strong footsteps resounded through the narrow alleys, beating a steady rhythm on the wet asphalt. The gray afternoon sky was pregnant with stormy clouds, ready to burst with raindrops. Dark shadows lined the corners of the alley, giving shelter to lost souls.
The footsteps never stopped their run. Turning a corner the runner lost the grip on the slippery street for a second. A harsh intake of breath. Scrambling of feet. The sound of a cat running for cover. But an instant later the steady pattern of footsteps and breathing returned to as it was before.
The path in front of the runner opened. As he stepped out of the darkness of the alley the runner glanced quickly at the rain-swollen clouds. The short black hair glistened with sweat and dampness. With a swift swipe of the sleeve of his black hoodie Yamamoto dried his brow.
Never pausing for even a second he darted over the street to the park beyond. Dark cloud hid the sun, turning all colors bleak and dull. The park was desolated. People rather stayed at home than go out in such weather. The shadows of the trees danced across Yamamoto’s skin, creating the illusion of a flickering expression on the calm face. His breath came faster now, clouding the cool air with every breath.
With steady speed he burst through a group of elms. A huge set of stairs opened up in front of him. Wind tossed some stray leaves around as if he invited Yamamoto to dance with him. Yamamoto’s lips set in a firm smile. With one last moment of hesitation he leapt for the stairs.
With each step he could feel the blood pumping through his veins, accelerating his breath and reddening his face. In leaps and bounds he took the stairs, the goal set firmly in his mind. A wet sliver touched Yamamoto’s cheek. Sending a quick glance to the gray sky, the runner could see the clouds burst, giving way to the raindrops.
Each step, each gulp of air, was now followed by the tinkle of rain hitting the ground. Droplets danced across the surface of the steps to a silent melody of nature.
Yamamoto continued his climb, always in sync with the silent choreography, gliding through the rain and his own tiredness.
As he reached the top the rain fell like curtains, a thick silver layer hiding the surroundings from view. The short hair plastered to his face, Yamamoto turned to face the sky, chest rising in the attempt to regain his breath. He stood there for minutes, letting the rain engulf him, soothe his sore muscles.
A smile split Yamamoto’s face. Slowly opening his eyes he turned around. The memory of the failed trial with the first Rain Guardian of Vongola Primo seemed to fade away in the presence of the soothing element.
The city at the bottom of the stairs was barely visible through the dark clouds, changing the grey world into a light filled, sparkling place.
Yamamoto thrust his fist into the air, exhaling loudly, a huge grin plastered on his face. The bleak atmosphere of the afternoon had vanished, given way to the cleaning force of the downpour.
Stretching his sore limbs, Yamamoto chuckled quietly. “Just like a brand new day. All will start anew.”
And with those words he made for the stairs, descending into the sun filled city underneath.