Rain kissed the pavement as streaks of lightning took over the night sky, illuminating the buildings surrounding the pinkette. Dragging her feet along the concrete, she laced her fingers together against the small of her back, humming a thoughtless tune as she ascended the dark street. She didn’t mind the rain as it tangled with strands of hair falling loose from her ponytail. Street lamps overhead flickered on and off as the wind beat past her face, making her ears feel numb.
I have a bad feeling somehow…
When lightning struck the sky one last time, the flash of light directed Nonon’s eyes towards a figure hunched over in the rain. Sat there, on her knees in the pouring rain was Ryuuko Matoi, newly dubbed as a Kiryuuin. With wide eyes she strode towards the Delinquent, clad in casual clothing now that their battle had ended.
The moment she’d snatched Ryuuko’s hands in an attempt at pulling her off the ground, Nonon felt chills rush up her spine. Her hands… were ice cold.
“How long have you been out here you idiot? If you worry Satsuki-Chan then… hey! He’s not coming back you know! Senketsu is gone!”
Inhaling a sharp breath, the snake withheld all toxic feelings towards the kneeling girl before smacking a palm hard across her cheek.
“Get up,” she hissed. "Get up, Mat— Ryuuko. I’ll take you home.”
Before she could stop them, tears filled the corners of her eyes. Grasping the rebellious girl by her collar, she hoisted her off the ground with a rush of strength, keeping the material secured within her fingers as she stared furiously into Ryuuko’s eyes.
“If you make Satsuki-Chan cry I’ll never forgive you! You’re not alone! Lean on us, Ryuuko. Lean on me. Not just for Satsuki-Chan’s sake, for yours!”
there's no way that it was possible. I refuse to accept you are gone . . . Senketsu . . . you aren't gone . . . you aren't you aren't you aren't . . . , how many days of agony had she repeated the same sentence over again? No signs of anyone were located in the isolated mansion; a perfect opportunity arises to seek out the sailor uniform which was her precious friend. Maybe his pieces were scattered and crying out for her to retrieve them. For some reason, the delinquent couldn't accept the facts of Senketsu beentirely gone. It felt as if his voice , his presnece, his existence -- neither human nor clothing -- was still stitched into her mind. The very blood flowing through his being, in order to make them one, was there. It's alive -- Senketsu is alive! He's alive! Their heartbeats were one and still intact. Or so she kept insisting on comforting that lonely fragment in her life. Ever since the battle, his departure truly saddened the delinquent in losing someone precious to her. It wasn't as similar as losing her father but it damn hurt! Those flames engulfing his fabric, still desperately attempting to make her fall less painful . . . then again, everyone was there for her. She truly was pleased to finally have a family but it was missing someone. A dream -- nightmare perhaps -- could explain the matters. Clenching that glove less fist, the delinquent had enough.
"I'm going . . . Senketsu. Wait for me. I'll
. . . I'll find you."
Even if there were parts of her mind in tact of accepting his disappearance, parts of her were stuck to the idea of possibly laving one faint trace of his presence. Running out in a quick pace, the delinquent paid no heed to anyone who would stop her from venturing out for the fallen clothing. If he was there, surely the delinquent will find him . . . and kill anyone who stood in her way. Blood drew out of her lower lip, as if tempting him to come to her. He always found her whenever her blood was drawn out, right? Before long, her little exploration for the supposed Senketsu expanded throughout the night. The sky itself was hidden underneath those dull clouds, pouring out its rainfall to soak her casual clothing. Not even a little downpour would prevent her from ceasing her findings. A dream . . . a dream . . . I remember having a dream where you were sliced . . . perhaps that was a dream too . . . huh, Senketsu . . . you're alive, aren't you . . . then come and find me . . . , no matter the desperate pleas . . .
They can never be one again.
A distant but familiar voice called out to her. No -- it wasn't Senketsu -- but the damn pink brat who happened to find her on the floor. Unfortunately, her little walk took a heavy toll on her which resulted in her body feeling very cold. She never bothered into taking a jacket with her before coming out here. The weather didn't mean crap to her so long as she looks for him. Faint mutters of his name came out of her mouth while clenching those fists tightly. Anger ran through her blood, wanting to punch the ground with all her might. Sighing quite heavily, charcoal locks fell upon those saddened hues. " . . . " No words nor would she be heeding the brat's advice of getting up. She just wanted to be left alone after realizing the inevitable. Of course she knew the damn truth -- she knows Senketsu wasn't alive. But that faint denial tends to arrive whenever reflecting back of the battle. Perhaps she wasn't entirely over the situation as much as she yearned to do so. Even that slap to the face wasn't taken to consideration, blocking her out entirely of the premises.
" . . . I know. I KNOW THE DAMN TRUTH! YOU
DON'T HAVE TO REMIND ME, YOU DAMN BRAT!
I know . . . I know that Senketsu won't ever return . . .
so shut up. Just leave me alone."
Tears were rolling from those hues of hers, trying to conceal them from the annoying brat. Why allow her to see those tears? She wasn't worth the shred of dignity the delingquent was slowly losing. It was already humiliating enough to undergo this damn stage. The denial of Senketsu's death along with wanting him alive . . . he was her precious friend! How the hell was she suppose to feel?! No one would understand it which is why she rather not lean on anyone for this comfort. Perhaps Mako could understand since she knew their bond, despite being unable to hear Senketsu speaking. Before the delinquent could stand up, her body was elevated from the ground. Keh . . . figures the brat won't leave me alone . . . and then say those words . . . dammit! What am I suppose to do . . . , maybe she was right. As much as it pained the delinquent, the brat was right.
" . . . Alright alright. I hear ya loud and clear. Keh --
you're really something, Jakuzure. Oi . . . why are you out
here in the rain?"
