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Drabble: Gino/Suzaku (rain and music)

Lullaby for a Stormy Day
Request: Gino/Suzaku, by kerina; prompt: rain and music
Rating: PG
Warning: Cheesiness, fluffiness, that kind of thing.
Word Count: 1284

Notes: I wrote this drabble before the airing of Turn 12 R2, which since then has completely screwed it six ways to Sunday -_- Those who have watched said episode will understand what I’m talking about, but I’m not going to say more to spare those who haven’t the spoilers. Anyway, let’s just think of this drabble as an AU or pretend that we don’t know that Gino is (insert comparative adjective here) than Suzaku OMG!

The title is taken from an awesome song by Vienna Teng. I just replace the ‘night’ with ‘day’. The name of Gino’s school ‘Fieldston’ is an actual private school in New York, which existence I only knew through rkold who previously used it in her own fic, so all credit goes to her. I just had to use it because the name is so cool-sounding. But the ‘Fieldston Academy’ here is obviously only a product of my imagination and is in no way related to the actual school.

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When the lightning flashed, followed by a roar of thunder, Gino looked up to the overcast sky and wished that he – they – hadn’t come to this wretched school festival.

It wasn’t that wretched, to be completely honest. Fieldston Academy was where he had attended formal education for a few years before he graduated and paved his path to become a Knight of Round. It was a fine, private establishment and he had enjoyed his time there – although he had always acutely felt that something had been missing in his life and only when he met Suzaku that he realized what it was.

The festival itself was an annual event which had become somewhat a tradition to the academy. It was always impressive – a little bit too ostentatious perhaps, but what was the point of studying in a rich, expensive school if one couldn’t afford to be showy, was a slogan wholeheartedly embraced by the students – and certainly a sight to see. He thought that Suzaku perhaps would enjoy going to the festival and happily dragged the other knight off since he, as the former Student Body President, had received an invitation.

It had been a sunny day and everything had worked out perfectly – though it might not have been a good idea to trap Suzaku into that kissing game which had quickly earned him a clean punch in the face and an angry walkout. But all in all, Gino thought that he had done quite a good job because Suzaku seemed to be frowning less and less.

Until he had committed his serious blunder, which consisted of spotting that ‘Sleeping Beauty’ poster and asking his fellow knight if he would like to see the show.

The theatre club of his old school had one hell of a reputation. Their plays were guaranteed to be excellent, lavish in decoration and breathtaking in presentation. Suzaku had obviously enjoyed the show, but then they got to the part where a reference to Euphemia was made – the Massacre Princess, spoken in a voice lined with animosity and ridicule – and Gino felt his friend's body stiffen before the Knight of Seven stormed off from the auditorium. He had immediately given chase but the other knight had vanished from sight when he reached the front door.

But really, how was he to know that they would mention–

The first drop of rain hit his face and Gino cursed silently. The school ground was huge, not to mention he hadn’t the slightest idea where Suzaku could have possibly gone to. For all he knew, the other boy might have just sat down under a tree somewhere, waiting for rain to drown him in misery or some other angsty reason only he could come up with.

It was then when he noticed the chapel – a small, white building enclosed by tall surrounding trees. Hoping against hope, he ran toward the entrance, heart leaping treacherously in his chest when he found the door to be slightly ajar. It yielded easily to his light push with a faint creak and almost at once, he could hear something.

Not a sob, but the sound of someone singing softly to himself. A foreign tune, he reflected as he stepped into the chapel’s interior, darker but colder despite the roof that sheltered it from the rain. Suzaku was sitting with his back pressed to the wall, in the shadow of the rearmost pew. His voice rose and fell along with the rain and Gino stood there listening, aware that the other knight was aware of his presence, but unwilling to disrupt the moment.

The sound of rain pounding the earth was sharp in his ears when Suzaku suddenly ended his song, the half-finished note hanging uncomfortably in the air. And then he said, using that faraway voice that always made Gino want to reach his hand out and seize something lest it flew away, only he didn’t know what.

“You’re like a mosquito that always comes back no matter how many times I’ve swatted it away.”

“I’d prefer a better metaphor, but whatever.” Gino kept his voice light and sat down on the cold floor next to his fellow knight. Suzaku’s eyes were still directed to the altar where rows of thin white candles were burning brightly, not really seeing anything.

“That song,” he said tentatively, attempting a conversation, “what is it about?”

“Rain.”

Gino snorted a chuckle. “You have no imagination, Suzaku,” he declared and shifted closer to the other boy. “Listen to this one.”

And he began to sing. It was a song about spring and rainbows adorning the blue sky up above and how someone loved another and what a wonderful world it was. He sang and Suzaku watched him, eyes a storm that never passed.

“You aren’t that creative either,” he said flatly when the song had ended. “Rainbow comes after the rain.”

“Like a smile after the tears?” the taller knight suggested with a mischievous grin.

Suzaku didn’t answer but he looked away, like he couldn’t bear to see his smile. Gino wanted to reach up, to keep those beautiful green eyes on him because he hated to see them looking elsewhere with that painfully dead stare. Not that he didn’t understand, all those jibes about Euphemia and the scars her knight still bore, but…

…but she was already dead, damn it.

“I’ll sing you another song,” Gino said again quickly, anxious to get away from the thought. It was vicious, so unlike him at all that he couldn’t help but feel a little afraid.

This time he chose a happier one – about smiles and what it meant to love one another. How one couldn’t live without that someone else. His voice stood against the pitter-patter like a bell, clear and soothing, a touch of sunshine in the murky atmosphere. Gino almost smiled. Three years of music lesson in Fieldston hadn’t been for nothing after all.

He stopped at the beginning of the second verse when Suzaku suddenly fell to his lap, face pressed against his damp trousers, fingers fisting the material tightly.

“Sorry,” his voice was small, almost lost in the cacophony that was the rain. “Just let me…”

“It’s okay,” Gino told him, his voice gentle. He moved his fingers to slowly caress dark brown locks, damp under his touch, and felt the other boy shake quietly. It was heartbreaking but relieving at the same time, but he only continued to sing and perhaps, who knows, perhaps Suzaku would understand. To be alone was a dreadful thing, but he had a choice. He didn’t have to be alone – Gino knew that he wouldn’t let him.

“Do you like my song?” he asked quietly, fingers still slowly tangling and untangling Suzaku’s hair.

“He’s an idiot,” the other knight answered in a monotone, not a trace of tears in his voice. “Only an idiot will put his happiness on another person’s hand like that.”

“He’s in love,” Gino reasoned cheerfully and felt the other boy’s shoulders stiffen. He pretended that he didn’t notice and only kept his comforting pace, letting silence spoke for itself, until Suzaku turned around and looked up at him

“Is he?” came the soft question, shaky and a shade too forlorn to Gino’s liking. He looked straight into dull green eyes, hoping that he wasn’t imagining those faint flickers in them, and smiled.

“Very much so.”

Suzaku took a deep breath and closed his eyes, saying nothing. On his face was now something like peaceful contentment which hadn’t been there earlier, just a pale, vague hint that lessened the shadow although it hadn’t completely departed yet.

Gino felt his smile widen. Maybe he should sing more often.

End

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I’m still trying to wrap my mind around that (insert comparative adjective here) business… Anyway, cookies for anyone who can guess the title of the two songs that Gino sang! XD The first is by 'Finding Forrester' and the second is by 'Barry Manilow'

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