Kiss the Rain

Kiss the Rain

Chapter 1

I know that my friend Milo said that I was out of it when I had last gone to visit him. I had to agree with him, I was not thinking on the happy topic that I should have been. I kI haI had gone to congradulate him and his lover, Camus, on their union. All the gold saints got together and Athena conducted the marrage. Through out the ceromony I watched and I felt an over whelming sense of happiness for them. They had gone through so much, fought countless enemies together, even had died but with the powers of the goddess not only they but all of us were granted a life... all of us, even my master, Sion.

It wasn\'t until later in the party when Aphrodite and Misty where swooning over the ring on Camus\' hand with the romantic script etched into the golden ring, that Milo spoke to me. He was the type of man that you could never truly hide something from. His blue eyes always could search out the answer it saught, the truth. In a way, I guess you could say he\'s my hero in that sense. I maybe wise, but even I have a hard time deserning lies from fact.

He placed an arm around my shoulders and invited me to walk outside with him. As I did so, I felt my heart sinking further into the blackened mess that had stitched together ever since I saw my old master\'s young face. When we had barely stepped out into the darkness of that glorious night, that my friends will never forget, my companion leaned his head against mine. I did not know what to do, but I do remember the gentle fragrence that clung to his body as he simply wispered those words.

\"Don\'t be too scared.\"

That was it and the rest of the night seemed to have melted away into the treassured memories like sanded wax.

And now here I am at home still bothered, still afraid. Sion had moved in with me, looking young and healthy as he did when he tried to fool Hades. A part of me told me that he did this only to be with his old friend Dohko. Roshi, or Dohko, wasn\'t all that far from us. The Five Aged Peaks are only a three day\'s trip from Jamir, that\'s if you only used your feet. A frown covered my lips as my forhead wrinkled, I picked up cooking as a way to get out frustration all these many years. Other times I just cooked so that I could teach Kiki how, I won\'t be here with him forever. I know he\'s growing fast, right now he\'s very playful like any child would be but soon enough in only a few short years he\'ll be eyeing women wanting to discover what it would be like to have his own family. Leaving me behind... like Sion did... I gave a sigh and pushed the negitive thoughts back when Kiki\'s happy squeels raced into the room. I smiled when I heard Shiryu\'s voice taunting the little boy, most likely tickling him again. The dark haired man did that a lot after he found out that Kiki was ticklish on his sides.

\"Mu,\" Sion\'s voice wove into my nerves like silk. I felt something choke and die with in when his hair drapped over my shoulders, brushing against the skin of my neck, cheek, and arms as he leaned over. My heart beat quickened when his long fingers traced the twists and curls that I had put my hair up into to keep it out of the way. Some times I woundered if he knew my feelings for him because at times he would... touch me, like this. Just in ways that flaired off my senses, keep me in a state to always want him close. I wanted to moan, to lean back and push my body against his. How I wanted him to slip his hands beneath the simple canvas apron that I wore to undo my clothing and feel my skin. I wanted him so badly, to take his tongue into the cavern of my mouth. But he doesn\'t return those feelings, I know this... I know this.

\"Mu, you feeling okay?\" he whispered into my ear, causing chills where his breath had petted over.

\"I\'m... well.\"

His palm brushed over my forhead gadging my tempreture. My brain panicked from the contact. I couldn\'t give into the need that my body yearned for and if he continued to touch me I may just do something I would regret. With these thoughts in mind I wasn\'t sure what had happened, except that my vision had blackened accompanied with a sharp pain in my hand and wrist.

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\"Mu...\"

A gentle feel was trailing down my shoulders and hair. My chest hurt as my brecamecame in short puffs, my body ached and to be honest my pride felt damaged. I could only imagine how pitiful and vunerable I looked at this moment, I could tell I was burning with a fever, and with a simple flex of my hands I could tell that one of them was well bandaged, hanging over the bedside as I laid on my back. I must look so weak and feeble, the exact appearance that a gold saint should never have. How pittiful.

\"Mu...\" I could hear Sion sigh my name as his fingers continued to touch my head in such soothing ways, \"I know you\'re awake.\"

I tried to say something only to turn onto my side enveloped in a thick coughing fit. My back was rubbed as I propped myself onto my hands trying to breath. My body shook with every cough as my lungs panicked for air. Once I got breath back into me I stayed in that possition for several minutes on my quivering arms, my vision unable to focus on the sheets and pillows beneath me.

\"Mu, here, take these,\" my master\'s palm opened underneath my vision showing some small pills.

I wasn\'t sure what had happened to me right then. It was like something had twisted and snapped. Be it the fever, the throbbing injury that strained trying not to reopen, my wounded pride of being seen in such a state, or it was just the exhaust from the past days, but something had caused my temper to flair higher than ever before.

I turned my eyes up to my old master\'s, his deep consern seemed to only fuel my uncharacteristic anger. I swatted the helping hand away, the sound of the pills scattering on the floor echoed before a loud clap of thunder errupted from outside. The hurt and shocked look on Sion\'s face was almost enough to calm me back to my whits but I had so much pent up, I needed to do something before I actually harmed someone beyond repair.

\"Leave this room,\" my voice was calm as normal but my lip was curled up in a snarl showing my ferocity. \"I do not need the care of someone so fickle.\"

Sion flinched just a moment before turning his head and began to gather things onto the tray that sat on the end table next to him. With only the words of, \"Kiki has decided to stay with Shiryu for the next week,\" he left the room closing the door behind him with little more than a soft clicking sound.

Once he was away, his sent, his touch, the anger quenched. The dull sounds of rain started to drum from outside. Feeling my chest hurt more, I slowly stepped out of the thick blankets that kept me warm. A thick cough errupted from my throat spilling saliva from my lips. Stumbling up to my feet, I reached up the back of my left hand to use the bandages to wipe away at the trail of bodily liquid that dangled. I swayed trying to keep up right. The drumming of the rain was the only sound beside one squeeking board that I stood upon. That familiar pain attacked my heart once again as I recalled the look upon Sion\'s face. A gasp was stiffled from the back of my hand as it remaind over my lips and my eyes began to water. A silent sob whimpered in my mouth as I took in what I had just done. Why was I being such a fool? Not only did I let myself fall in love with him, but now I have pushed him away. How could I be so cruel?

Sniffling a few times I, rather unstedaly, knelt down in search for the medicine master had tried to give me. After a bit of stumbling around and a few times falling over due to dizzy spells, I found them one by one and forced them down my throat. After that I found that I had little to no energy left to get back onto my bed. So I grabbed the blanket that had slipped to the floor when I had gotten up. Pulling it over to the large window, I wrapped it around my shoulders and rested my head against the pillowed window seat, taking comfort from the sounds of the rain. As I started to allow sleep to over claim me I made a decition to appologize to Sion soon as I saw him again. Truly I had no right to snap at him like that. Closing my eyes I let a small smile curve my lips in antiapation.

To be continued...