1 Memories [Ryder/Private/No Kill] Sun Jun 07, 2015 4:36 pm
Ameryuu
D-rank
Ame looked up from the mission report she was in the middle of writing, her hand starting to cramp from her attempt at keeping her writing as neat and legible as possible. She was tired of missions, and was in thorough need of a break, but she'd promised her sensei that she'd have her mission reports handed in at the mission desk by the end of the day and the backlog of work was getting to her. She leaned back in her chair, playing with her pen and tilting her head to stare at the ceiling. She was so bored. D-rank mission reports were the most dulls things one could possibly write. True, she was in a comfy pair of pyjamas and had had a cup of coffee (or two) already, but she itched to go outside and do something. Whatever that something may happen to be. She wasn't looking for a wild adventure, but stretching her legs would be nice after being cooped up in her stuffy bedroom for so long.
She got up and stretched, slinking around her room to get properly dressed for the day. If her mother were to walk into the room and see her in her pyjamas past seven o'clock Ame was bound for a beatdown. The thought motivated her enough to changed quickly, peeking through the crack in her door to see if her mother was lurking every few minutes. Her attire was rather simple, a dark red turtleneck jumper and a pair of black leggings. Her waterproof ankle-boots sat next to the door, used often when she went out, due to the unpredictability of Kumo's storm systems. One moment it could be sunny and warm and the next you'd be caught in a raging typhoon. Ame grabbed an umbrella on her way out, calling a quick goodbye to an empty house. She didn't know why she always did it, but her mother never responded even when she was there, so it was a waste of time.
The compound was calm and quiet that morning, most of her relatives cooped up inside their own homes due to the slight drizzle. She continued on her path to nowhere, maneuvering through the throngs of people and umbrellas that moved down the streets. A little rain never deterred anyone in Kumo. It was a daily occurrence, just part of the routine of life. The crowd around her hummed with the usual chatter of civilian gossip, but Ame tuned it out, following the age-old path her feet still remembered. It lead all the way out of the masses of people and the bustling daytime market. Out past the fairly well inhabited residential area and into a lesser known part of the city. Here the air was clean and fresh with growth. Ame took a deep breath and stepped through the gateless fence, into the playground beyond.
It was just as she remembered, the slide with rainwater pooling at the bottom. The jungle gym she'd fallen off countless times before. And her favourite - the swing set. She could imagine herself sitting there, with her father pushing her. That had been so long ago, back when she was still a naive little girl. It was nice back then, when all she worried about was whether or not she would get what she wanted for her birthday. She took a few steps forward involuntarily until she stood right in front of the swing seat. With her umbrella now shielding it, no more rain fell onto the seat, but it was still covered in droplets. She wiped them off with a hand, not caring whether or not she'd get her ass wet. She was a bit bigger than she had been back then, but it still held the same memories, and it still made her happy. The rain became suddenly heavier, echoing loudly as it bounced off of her umbrella. Ame didn't mind the rain at all, and she turned her face to the clouds, letting the droplets splash against her cheeks and make her smile. It was cold, but she barely noticed, focusing on the feeling of being lost in a world of her own.
She'd always loved the rain.
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She got up and stretched, slinking around her room to get properly dressed for the day. If her mother were to walk into the room and see her in her pyjamas past seven o'clock Ame was bound for a beatdown. The thought motivated her enough to changed quickly, peeking through the crack in her door to see if her mother was lurking every few minutes. Her attire was rather simple, a dark red turtleneck jumper and a pair of black leggings. Her waterproof ankle-boots sat next to the door, used often when she went out, due to the unpredictability of Kumo's storm systems. One moment it could be sunny and warm and the next you'd be caught in a raging typhoon. Ame grabbed an umbrella on her way out, calling a quick goodbye to an empty house. She didn't know why she always did it, but her mother never responded even when she was there, so it was a waste of time.
The compound was calm and quiet that morning, most of her relatives cooped up inside their own homes due to the slight drizzle. She continued on her path to nowhere, maneuvering through the throngs of people and umbrellas that moved down the streets. A little rain never deterred anyone in Kumo. It was a daily occurrence, just part of the routine of life. The crowd around her hummed with the usual chatter of civilian gossip, but Ame tuned it out, following the age-old path her feet still remembered. It lead all the way out of the masses of people and the bustling daytime market. Out past the fairly well inhabited residential area and into a lesser known part of the city. Here the air was clean and fresh with growth. Ame took a deep breath and stepped through the gateless fence, into the playground beyond.
It was just as she remembered, the slide with rainwater pooling at the bottom. The jungle gym she'd fallen off countless times before. And her favourite - the swing set. She could imagine herself sitting there, with her father pushing her. That had been so long ago, back when she was still a naive little girl. It was nice back then, when all she worried about was whether or not she would get what she wanted for her birthday. She took a few steps forward involuntarily until she stood right in front of the swing seat. With her umbrella now shielding it, no more rain fell onto the seat, but it was still covered in droplets. She wiped them off with a hand, not caring whether or not she'd get her ass wet. She was a bit bigger than she had been back then, but it still held the same memories, and it still made her happy. The rain became suddenly heavier, echoing loudly as it bounced off of her umbrella. Ame didn't mind the rain at all, and she turned her face to the clouds, letting the droplets splash against her cheeks and make her smile. It was cold, but she barely noticed, focusing on the feeling of being lost in a world of her own.
She'd always loved the rain.
Words: 714