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The clear, quiet morning skies of Tokyo suddenly changed to a tune of rain droplets falling from clouds and hitting the pavement. A stream flowed on the sidewalk under the pitter-patter of pedestrians as they sloshed their feet, picking up pace. Some used a shield of some kind to keep dry from the sky's tears. Those caught unaware by the forecast with no umbrella used either a bag or a briefcase. A foreign sight was a hooded pedestrian.
The slim figure emerged from the station underground and raced against the current. Water splashed under the beating of the fashionable boots that covered her two petite feet. Approaching a nearby storefront, the teenager slowed her sprint. She noticed a glasses-wearing boy standing underneath the awning. "Is that a Shujin uniform?" the young woman asked herself.
The frizzy haired teen seemed to be dry, completely untouched by the sudden downpour. His physique reminded her of the Greek sculptures that she has seen on her many trips throughout Europe. This statue clad in uniform, however, was even more aloof.
Distracted, he fiddled with his phone while the hooded girl approached. For some strange reason, she felt at ease standing beside this stranger. It felt like fate, the way he stood there and took his time. It was almost like he waited for her there.
She made those romantic fantasies come to a screeching halt. "No one's coming to rescue me. Prince charming isn't coming with a white horse." She thought. "And guys only want one thing from me." She recalled a proposition from earlier that week. It made her stomach turn.
"Lovely day isn't it?" The boy asked with a hearty laugh.
The comment caught her by surprise. "I hate the rain." She flatly replied while facing the street.
The downpour continued. Above their heads, rain drummed against the fabric like the beating of two hearts. Teenagers in soaked Shujin uniforms flew by without so much as a glance at the two. They were in there own little, silent world protected from the rain.
"Actually," the boy breaks the silence, "I saw the Shujin emblem on your jacket as you approached." He explained, "I'm a transfer student there. I kinda got lost and I was hoping you might help me find my way to the school." Throughout his monologue, the hooded girl continued to face forward as more students passed by. He then followed, "Please? It's like fate brought you here."
His charming voice practically sang. With a bounce, the cadence sprang into her covered ears. She slowly turned. His face beamed at her with a pleading smile. Just past his glasses, his dark brown eyes sparkled into hers. The rounded contours of his face looked like they were chiseled by Michelangelo himself. How could anyone ignore him?
It felt incredibly hot underneath her hood. Stuttering, she asked, "Are... are you really a Shujin student?". She tried her best to look away from the beautiful boy. "No guy at Shujin looks like him," she convinced herself.
With a free hand, he caressed his sculpted jaw and answered, "I guess so... I haven't been to class yet but I met the sleepy Kawakami yesterday..."
"Sleepy Kawakami?" With a wrinkled nose, she chuckled and flashed a jubilant smile back at him. Exhaling, she asked, "So you weren't trying to hit on me just now? You're kind of weird, talking about fate and stuff."
The statuesque boy fretted. "I'm sorry. I can ask someone else."
"It's just-" The girl stopped mid-sentence.
Unbeknownst to the two, a white car slowed down just in front of them. The torrential rain seemed to center around this car. Raindrops slid around the eye-like headlights and violently fell past the horse emblem to the asphalt underneath.
Her head felt like it was on fire with little rain to help cool it down. The heat rose and burned forsooth. It trapped itself around her forehead like a fever. She snatched her hood and pulled it back. She felt the chilling Spring breeze quell the raging flame.
The boy watched as her bountiful blonde hair bursts out. The two tender puffs glistened in the light of the emerging sun. She shook her head and the fluffy volume swayed and fell just below her shoulder. She pointed her bright, blue eyes at him. The boy blushed, his mouth agape and speechless. The beauty smiled at his bewitchment. "I'll help-"
"Aren't you gonna be late?" A man's honeyed voice called out from the parked car with a rolled down window. "I can give you a ride." The driver said while getting a better look at the girl by stretching forward. His eyes traced the curves of her body.
"That voice..." The girl ripped her eyes away from the boy, towards the car. Her body tensed up. All of the heat that amassed completely dissipated leaving her with a frigid chill. Her baby blues met the drivers' leer.
"Sure, thank you."
She dragged her feet through a puddle that formed around the awning. "Do you need a lift too?" The driver pivoted to the boy as the girl slowly approached. The closer she got the vehicle, the more the rain pelted her. Like a waterfall, rain rushed down her face and shrunk the volume of her hair. Fingers wrapped around the passenger door handle, the girl's widening eyes shot back at the boy.
"Sure!" The naive boy directed his smile at the girl and inched forward. The man scoffed audible enough for the girl to hear. She stood still as a stone in that downpour. Her clothes were completely drenched, making her body even colder. The boys' dry shoes were just short of touching the puddle of tears.
"Hey! Pervy teacher!" A vibrant voice calls out.
A boy with soaking dyed hair darted at the sight of the car. His speed was blinding, but there was slight limp in the stride of his left leg. The driver sneered, "Oh look, Sakamoto. What a pain." and demanded, "Hurry up, Takamaki!"
Just a carlength away, Sakamoto suddenly stopped and grabbed the weak leg. Ann Takamaki quickly entered the car and closed the isolating door. The transmission clicked and the car began to crawl away. From the open window, She stared as the frizzy haired boy, still dry, rushed to Sakamoto. With a face of concern he gently placed a hand on the runners' shoulder. "Hey, are you okay?"
The window rolled up creating yet another barrier between her and the two boys. The car sped up leaving the scene behind. The driver propositioned something with a lecherous tone. Ann did not care to hear it. Past her drenched clothes, rainwater fell from her face to the carmat below. She thought to herself, "I hate the rain."