“And you swear you checked the weather report before we left the house?” Heiji said, far too quietly. Quiet was worse than anger—quiet meant danger.
Kazuha fidgeted slightly and glared out of habit. “It said there was a twenty percent chance of rain. That meant there was an eighty percent chance that it wouldn’t rain. Get off my back.”
“Ahou…” he muttered, wrapping his jacket a bit more tightly around himself.
It was a camping trip gone awry, courtesy of Mother Nature and a huge rainstorm. And as a result, tempers were running short and tension was running high. Still, it seemed wiser to wait until the rain at least let up a bit before packing everything up and making a break for it.
Still, Heiji was starting to get snippy, and Kazuha had had enough. She clambered over him and crawled along towards the ground towards the tent flap.
“What’re you doing?” Heiji asked, watching her.
“I’m going outside,” she replied angrily before disappearing out into the rain.
It took about two-point-two seconds for Heiji to feel bad about snapping at her. Sighing, he crawled after her and stuck his head through the open flap. “Kazuha, come back inside. At least it’s…sort of dry in here.” There was one corner of the tent that was dripping water, but the rest of it was holding up fairly well under the weight of the rain.
To his surprise, she wasn’t really doing anything. She was just standing there, arms folded across her chest, head tilted backwards to look up at the sky. She was already soaked, the rain plastering her ponytail to the back of her nylon jacket. After a moment of this, she turned and gave Heiji an impish smile. “Hey, Heiji…”
He knew that smile…and he wasn’t sure if he liked that smile. “What?”
“I have an idea,” she sang. “Something I’ve always wanted to try…”
“And that would be what?”
Kazuha didn’t reply verbally. Instead, she simply stripped off her jacket and dropped it to the ground in front of the tent. Her gray T-shirt almost immediately turned a dark charcoal color as it was splattered with rain. He could hear her humming to herself as she reached up with one hand and pulled the ribbon from her wet ponytail, letting it fall loose.
“Kazuha, what are you…” Heiji trailed off into open-mouthed gaping as she casually peeled off the T-shirt (literally peeled it off—it was wet enough to stick to her skin) and tossed it aside as if it were nothing. The rain now fell on far too much bare flesh.
She ran her fingers through her wet hair and turned to look at him over her shoulder. “What?” she smiled mischievously. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to dance in the rain?”
Heiji swallowed hard, not quite sure what to think or say in response to that. Laughing lightly at his reaction (or lack thereof), Kazuha skipped over—and he noticed absently that she was barefoot—and reached down to grab his hand. “C’mon! You can play too!” she giggled, pulling him out of the tent and into the rain.
And before Heiji had time to process any of this, her arms were around his neck and her lips were pressing against his in a way that was all too familiar, and yet still so addictive…so wonderfully intoxicating.
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Date: 2007-01-19 05:08 am (UTC)“And you swear you checked the weather report before we left the house?” Heiji said, far too quietly. Quiet was worse than anger—quiet meant danger.
Kazuha fidgeted slightly and glared out of habit. “It said there was a twenty percent chance of rain. That meant there was an eighty percent chance that it wouldn’t rain. Get off my back.”
“Ahou…” he muttered, wrapping his jacket a bit more tightly around himself.
It was a camping trip gone awry, courtesy of Mother Nature and a huge rainstorm. And as a result, tempers were running short and tension was running high. Still, it seemed wiser to wait until the rain at least let up a bit before packing everything up and making a break for it.
Still, Heiji was starting to get snippy, and Kazuha had had enough. She clambered over him and crawled along towards the ground towards the tent flap.
“What’re you doing?” Heiji asked, watching her.
“I’m going outside,” she replied angrily before disappearing out into the rain.
It took about two-point-two seconds for Heiji to feel bad about snapping at her. Sighing, he crawled after her and stuck his head through the open flap. “Kazuha, come back inside. At least it’s…sort of dry in here.” There was one corner of the tent that was dripping water, but the rest of it was holding up fairly well under the weight of the rain.
To his surprise, she wasn’t really doing anything. She was just standing there, arms folded across her chest, head tilted backwards to look up at the sky. She was already soaked, the rain plastering her ponytail to the back of her nylon jacket. After a moment of this, she turned and gave Heiji an impish smile. “Hey, Heiji…”
He knew that smile…and he wasn’t sure if he liked that smile. “What?”
“I have an idea,” she sang. “Something I’ve always wanted to try…”
“And that would be what?”
Kazuha didn’t reply verbally. Instead, she simply stripped off her jacket and dropped it to the ground in front of the tent. Her gray T-shirt almost immediately turned a dark charcoal color as it was splattered with rain. He could hear her humming to herself as she reached up with one hand and pulled the ribbon from her wet ponytail, letting it fall loose.
“Kazuha, what are you…” Heiji trailed off into open-mouthed gaping as she casually peeled off the T-shirt (literally peeled it off—it was wet enough to stick to her skin) and tossed it aside as if it were nothing. The rain now fell on far too much bare flesh.
She ran her fingers through her wet hair and turned to look at him over her shoulder. “What?” she smiled mischievously. “Haven’t you ever wondered what it would be like to dance in the rain?”
Heiji swallowed hard, not quite sure what to think or say in response to that. Laughing lightly at his reaction (or lack thereof), Kazuha skipped over—and he noticed absently that she was barefoot—and reached down to grab his hand. “C’mon! You can play too!” she giggled, pulling him out of the tent and into the rain.
And before Heiji had time to process any of this, her arms were around his neck and her lips were pressing against his in a way that was all too familiar, and yet still so addictive…so wonderfully intoxicating.
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