Daylight | Kairi & Yuto
Clear skies darkened, dimming the light cast upon the streets below. Peaceful, and colorful clouds swirled into violent masses that loomed heavily over the area without any other warning. Soft droplets were quick to increase in speed, and volume, as they began to smack against the earth, managing to completely drench the ground within a matter of seconds. Creating a thick curtain of water beneath which one could barely make out their hand if they held it before their face. And over the sound of the rain, the banging of thunder seemed slightly muted, but the flashes that stormed through the sky were hardly dulled by the dark sheets of water.
It had come on suddenly, extremely so, especially considering the fact that the weather was supposed to be rather āniceā today. But āniceā was the last word anyone would use to describe the sudden downpour, the force of which shook the old, beaten signs of the district, and were most certainly not far off from ripping them out of the cement. The older buildings swayed slightly under the pressure with low moans of brick and wood caving in against the rain. Windows banging heavily, and turning inward, as they rattled loudly, threatened to be ripped out if they werenāt barricaded.
Which is exactly what Yuto found himself stuck doing, being the only one in the shop due to it being during some of their slower hours. Shoving various leftover stands, and heavy boxes against them to keep the chance of any shattered glass from entering the store in the event that the strength of the wind managed to carry something straight through them. Something he hardly doubted given the storm, and their overall poor construction. Everything on the block had begun to shut down at the first sign of the storm, but even then he could still vaguely make out the shadowy forms of strangers tying down their doors, and windows. He supposed he was slightly lucky, as no one had been in the store, and locking it up had taken only a few seconds.
Yanking the rope tight around the objects pressing against the trembling glass, he watched as the few figures outside, of which he could only barely make out vanished into, he assumed, their stores. But one remained in the street long after the other buildings had closed down. As the figure made its way closer, he could see her stop near the window, and a sigh slipped past his lips. Knotting the rope, he left the window, fumbling with his keys, as he walked towards the door. Shoving the door open rather ungraceful against the force of the wind. āHey, hurry up, and get in!ā He shouted.
