Rain
Focus: Lysander/Schindler
One-shot
Rain. It hadn't stopped for three days, and with every passing day the dark clouds wrapped more firmly around his heart. The apartment that wasn't his grew to become a prison cell and his cell mate was a woman named Shani who was waiting for the reason to kill him. One step over that fine line and she wouldn't hesitate to rip him to pieces. Or fuck him, or maybe both and just wait until afterwards to sort out the pieces.
Same shit, different day. Oh well, at least she wasn't his mother.
Oh, and then there was Pico the Prinny. A mostly-sentient, franken-penguin with a penchant for blowing shit up and regularly brandishing it's kitchen knives to anything it deems a threat. Or unusual. Or in the general vicinity. A gift from a demon lord loli. It's like shit right out of a fucking video game.
Normally there are two others living there as well. A narcissistic cat boy and a obnoxiously innocent vampire with an aversion to steel. Things are a lot quieter now that they aren't around but, there in lies one of the many problems currently eating away at his insides.
They were lost in a hole eight days ago along with the cat's girlfriend May. Shani had been more or less preoccupied with handling business in the new sept, but the last of their little pack of strays Lysander, and he made a few attempts to locate their missing pack mate.
Government intervention quickly put a stop to that. They were left with no knowledge and no way of progressing forward. All they could do then was sit and wait and hope. Heh, hope... something that was in short supply in those two.
The Cat was tough and could take care of himself, but the guilt still festered. The cat was really the only friend he'd ever had. One of the few people who could take his snotty, selfish attitude in stride. Even laugh about it. And here he was doing nothing, just sitting on his ass waiting for him to come back. It felt like he was somehow betraying the cat, whether he could move forward or not.
But with no real course of action, they were trapped. Lysander went home and he returned to the cats apartment. That was when the rain started. He had wondered if maybe he was doing it. Just like any other teenager, always thinking the world revolved around them and their unpredictable emotions. The only real difference was that if he really wanted to, he probably could.
On days like this, life really did seem more pointless.
He couldn't stand it any more.
“I'm going” He yelled, snatching up the blue messenger bag and his mp3 player as he quickly stalked down to the street below. Whatever Shani had had to say was lost on him as he disappeared into the storm.
And so he walked. He walked with no direction, with no preplanned thought. He simply allowed his feet to follow whatever path they wished. Up, down, left, right, listening only to the music and feeling only the rain as it soaked from his jacket, into his sweater down to the tshirt and all the way through his jeans into his boxers. His hair stuck to his face, his neck and the wind chilled him whenever it picked up.
Still he walked, until his feet came to stop. They stopped before a house that was also not his own but had become familiar over the last few months. Not a large house by any means, but comfortable. Old, but in good condition. It was a good home for a cranky pre-med, a little girl and a large old dog.
He never used to believe in fate, but after seeing and experiencing some of the events he had, it was pretty hard to deny now. So, that's why he took the first cautious step up to Lysander's porch and it was exactly the same reason that he turned around to walk away.
He'd taken no more then two steps when the sound of the door opening and the gruff “Oi” reached his ears.
Lysander removed the tooth brush from his mouth. “What do you want?”
He turned slowly, blue eyes meeting black in a challenging manner.
“I was bored, I thought I'd let you entertain me” Flippant, dispassionate. Smirk.
“Do I look like your toy poodle? If you want something to entertain you, play a video game”
He didn't say anything. Maybe the was why Lysander opened the door. and Maybe it was because of the way he seemed to stare at Lysander with just a hint of confusion that Lysander said what he said next. “... get inside and dry off. If you get sick I'll be expected to pick up the slack and I've got enough shit on my plate as it is”
Selfish. Both of them. Awkward. And probably, deep down, a little scared and a little lonely.
But they'd never admit it.
“Hey Lysander...” He stepped out of the bathroom, towel drying the red hair. It had grown a bit. Just about the shoulders now. He looked ridiculous swimming in Lysander's clothes. Like a little kid. It made Lysander smile, but only a little.
“What?” Short, direct.
“...Can we go pick up my computer and cat tomorrow?”
It was the look in his eyes. The emptiness, the vulnerability.... the fear really, that made Lysander say what he said next.
“...Yeah...” He leaned back and flipped on the tv. “Yeah, we can do that Schindler.”
“... thanks” He felt like, maybe... he might have smiled.
“Hey” Lysander perked up. “Sounds like the rain might be lightening up a bit. Maybe we'll get some sun tomorrow”
Another smile.
“Yeah....Maybe."
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