2Rain. It was raining on Rain. 'Well,' He thought. 'At least my playing did not make it rain.' He gazed out from the cave's mouth, at the water falling from the sky.
Rain changed his glance to the small girl curled up on next to him. She was the one who found this cave, and insisted they rest here for the night. Yesterday they had retrieved their items from where those hooligans left them, and shortly after nightfall, it started raining again in the desert. Machika sighed in her sleep, moving just enough for a strand of rebel hair into her face. Rain frowned and reached over to brush it out. Kiki whistled,his black fur rising slightly even inhis sleep. The immortal sighed, still confused as to why the little cat always bit him.
Machika's scythe was against the opposite cave's wall, still looking as impressive as it had when Zol the Grim Reaper wielded it. Rain wondered vaguely if Machika kept her blond hair short as if to imitate her beloved grandfather all the more.
Rain snorted before leaning back against the cave wall, listening to the rain fall only a few feet away. He thought about the adventures he had happen to him since Machika had thrown that ax that one time. He checked his hair, yes; it had grown back by now. He had a feeling that more adventures were still to come. Most he will not enjoy.
Machika snuggled into her cloak more, not rousing from her sleep, causing Rain to smile. He sighed and huddled into his blanket (the stone wall behind him), lowering his head restfully. Soon, he too was dead to the world, the way he wanted it to be, if only for a short time.
Well, here is my fic. I made this before this section came; back when only one book was out. I still love this series, but am sad that I wasn't able to create the section and/or post the first fic. Oh well, life goes on.
