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  Another roll of thunder made the windows shake lightly in their frames and he sighed, closing his book and tossing it on the floor by the bed. The rain pounded at the glass with its little fists and he tried not to think of A Certain Night --a night when it was also thundering but he was a very different person in a very different life.Â
   â...Suz--Juuzou...?â He caught himself, knowing full well he didnât have to be so formal. Rolling over to face his companion, the comforter shifted to obscure the lower half of his face as he peeked up at Suzuya. He was suddenly unsettled in a way that he couldnât describe, and quietly, gently, he reached out from the covers and placed one hand over Suzuyaâs.















