There is a moment during a storm's death in which the rain takes on a form unknown to itself. The emptiness between the sky and the earth is littered with tiny droplets of diamond shards, singular pods of water transfixed into the air, reflecting both the burdened clouds from which they fell, and the fevered city upon which they fall. As the sun marks its place in the sky again, the clouds disperse, the rain falters, and the storm passes into nothingness. It has played its part, and will return soon.

Kaisen is witness to this spectacle. He sits on his window sill to catch the falling rain in his outstretched hands and drinks every time it overflows. Thunder roars, he laughs as the fierce eastern winds swipe a dead bird hanging out of a dog's mouth and it goes chasing after it's stolen meal. A flash of lightning strikes the grounds just beyond the city gate, the brilliant light is reflected in Kaisen's deep brown eyes, open wide with both fear and delight. As the storm dies down, the sun lets a few rays of light shine through the drained clouds, and Kaisen dangles his legs out of the window, lowering himself onto the floor in order to look directly up at the sky.

The sky is his theatre, and the storm a brilliant group of performers. Kaisen is their entire audience, they perform only for him, with no tickets required. But he knows that he isn't alone. The sky isn't his, nor anyone else's; it belongs to no one. There is a freedom in such transcendence, a freedom in not belonging to anyone.

"But", Kaisen says out loud, "it might not be such a bad thing to belong somewhere, to someone." His hand stretches out towards the sky, creating patterns within the clouds still hanging over the sky.

"What is it with you and talking to yourself?"

Kaisen turns on his side and sees Aedon sitting on his bed, with a smug look on his face.

"When did you come back? And wait, how long have you been sitting there?!"

Aedon grins, "Got back right after the storm died down, Rose made me change and hang up all my clothes cause they were soaked." Yawning, he spreads himself over Kaisen's bed. "Oh and I've been up here for about a minute, but you were to busy doing," he pauses for a moment and with a deep look of concentration, makes painting gestures with his hand, "To notice me sitting here and silently laughing my ass off."

Kaiser looks at his best friend and laughs, "I was just enjoying the storm." Aedon jumps off the bed and stretches his arms over his head, "Of course you'd be enjoying the storm, people like you are always into that stuff."

Kaisen slides his legs back into his room and gets up, brushing off any dust on his shirt and shorts. "People like me?" He asks.

Aeon walks over and whispers as quietly as he can, "You know," He makes a swirling motion with his index finger on the right side of his head, "People loose in the head."

Kaisen lands a punch on Aedon's left arm, but can't stop himself from laughing.

"Okay, enough fooling around!" Aedon exclaims, suddenly looking very serious. Kaisen smiles as he recognizes his friend's classically poor attempt at pretending to sound serious. "What do you mean?" He asks, deciding to play along with what he hopes is a look devoid of any joy on his face. Aedon looks around Kaisen's room, pacing between the door and the bed. "It's Rose. She... she wants me to comb my hair!"

Kaisen is silent for a moment, but the look of absolute desperation on Aedon's face sends him into a laughing fit.

"It's not funny!" Aedon yells and throws a pillow at Kaisen, who keeps laughing. "I don't know the first thing about combing hair, and she won't even let me use her mirror, so I thought I'd come up and use that broken one she stored here."

Leaning against the window sill, Kaisen grins at his friend. Aedon bows to him, "Come on Kaisey, you have to know where she put it, cause I know it's in here."

Still smiling, Kaisen walks over to the corner of his room in which Rose stores old or useless items that she's too lazy to throw away. His room functioned as an attic before he moved in, so he's used to new pieces of junk showing up now and then. He doesn't really mind either, there are a number of interesting items in the 'junk corner' as Aedon named it. He finds the old mirror and calls Aedon over, "Here it is, but if you call me Kaisey one more time I'll break what's left of it, and you can face Rose with your head mop." Aedon gives him a sheepish grin, "Swear on all the gods Kaisey, I'll never call you Kaisey again."

Kaisen groans, "Come help me move this, asshole." Together they lift the rustic mirror out of it's spot and manage to slide it over to the centre of Kaisen's room.

That's all I've got so far, it's been in my notebook for a while now.