Rain, Rain, Go Away {open- pg+13{L}

[Demetrio]

I smoke
I drink
Like I give a damn

It was raining, hell it was pouring like cats and dogs. Hn… It wasn’t like I gave a piece of crap about the weather, or anything else that should matter. That’s probably why I had quitted my job… More like fired from it. I just loss all need for recording music and making a profit out of it. All I wanted to do was just play music, not some shit those bastards from upstairs wanted me to play. I’m a jazz (and rock) performer, not that pink crap call pop that many idiotic and mentally retarded asses think that it is good music... I let out a sigh and stuff my free hand into the pocket of the worn out leather jacket I was wearing while the other was hold a cigarette in between my lips. I stood under a small ledge of a building and watched the rain fall from the darken skies, although I was getting wet. I took another drag before humming a old tune. “We’re running, chasing time… A game of cat and mouse we play…” I coughed, the soft humming that had escaped from my throat stopped abruptly. “Damn…” The word escaped my lips and I sighed. The cigarette I was smoking was almost gone, so I let it fall into the puddle that was forming in front of my feet. I stared into for a moment, but couldn’t see anything. “Still raining hard…” I muttered again and leaned back against the wall behind me, stuffing my other hand into the other pocket of my jacket. Then I closed my eyes that were hidden behind a pair of dark sunglasses I normally wore for no reason. I saw pitch black and only pitch black… I ended up falling asleep in that odd position, but why should I give a damn about it?

So why should you?

Muse: Awesome, but short
Music: Random J-rock bands (mostly Nightmare)
Words: 307
others: Six cuss words and the crud insult was Demetrio's thought, not mine. I like some pop bands.

[reku kardos]

Is it such a shame,

“Standing in the rain, mister?” His calm, soft voice was the first thing anyone could hear for he had simple moved silently over the ground. Some could even think he flew a bit higher than the ground itself. It had been awhile since Reku has even had a talk to someone that didn’t involve work. The twenty five year old keep to the bar and his work as a bartender most of the time… A smirk was pressed on his lips as he walked over toward the man dressed in a simple warn brown leather jacket. He, himself, kept to his black suit and simple off-white gloves with his glasses tucked into the jacket pocket where a rose should be. Reku gave a short nod as a greeting to the man before raising his eyebrow, quite curious really… “I’d be Reku, who might you be?” Reku decided to keep himself calm and collect while he was around this one. His hand moved out to offer a shake; he didn’t need to fight all the time, right? The smirk turned into a charming smile and his red eyes beamed with curiosity. “I hope you don’t mind…but would you mind if I take you with me to get a cup of coffee?” Reku’s smile grew a bit wider as he finished his sentence.

to stand in the rain?

[Demetrio]

I smoke
I drink
Like I give a damn

“Standing in the rain, mister?”

The calm and soft voice broke through my dreamless nap, causing me to snap open my eyes. I glared at the slim male, who was roughly around my height through my dark sunglasses. “Haven’t you heard the term Let sleeping dogs lay pretty boy?” I growled, and curled my hands into two tight fists, but kept them stuffed in my pockets. To be blunt, I was more surprise then piss that someone like him would walk over to me. Hell, I thought he would be the type to keep away the most. The reason I say that was because of how he had dress. A simple black suit with white gloves and glasses in the breast pocket, even though it’s more for a rose than a pair of glasses… He reminded me of someone would be a millionaire or someone who was very rich and showed it. I frown, biting the inside of my cheek, trying not to snap again.

“I’d be Reku, who might you be?”

The male introduce himself after nodding his head. I raised my eyebrow in questioning. “Heh, why does a pretty boy like you give his name to a complete stranger like me?” I stated harshly. Why should someone like him give a damn about me? For all I know, all my history of being a famous musician has disappear into my memory and only mine. Then the guy, Reku, extended his hand out to offer a shake. I sighed and shake his hand. Why… I didn’t know… “The name Demetrio, most call me Trio.” I stated roughly once I let go of Reku’s hand. Trio was also my stage name, but I kept it anyways… I saw that Reku’s eyes were red… Red, huh, odd. Then I notice that the smirk Reku had was now a smile… I had a uneasy feeling, but I pushed it away.

“I hope you don’t mind…but would you mind if I take you with me to get a cup of coffee?”

Reku asked as his smile grew wider. I kept frowning. “Just because I told you my name, do you think that I am going to-” I was about to say no, when my stomach began to growl. “Dammit!” I muttered. I had miss breakfast due to the lack of money I had… Hey, that happens when you lose your job. I frowned again when my stomach growled again. I hung my head low, as if I was giving up and sigh again. “Never mind, I’ll go.” I looked up and glared at Reku. “Under one condition, you’re paying for it!” I growled. Like I really care about, as long as I can get a free meal, I’m fine. Sucker…

So why should you?

Ooc: Sorry for the long and rambling post. Oh and sorry for Demetrio being a butt head. O3O