Without an Umbrella

It was just another aimless day with aimless possibilities. And it was raining. Since it had been too annoying to carry an umbrella, Kira opted to getting soaked. Currently his tight black jeans stuck to him like glue and made it difficult to walk. Maybe carrying the umbrella would have been worth it after all... Regardless, his white dress shirt was now also clinging to his thin form. Rare sightings of his barely visible abs could been seen, though if touched, all of his invisible muscles were rock hard like his impenetrable skin. What did he care? He had tried suicide and failed, so now he had to live on. That was it. And if he was going to live, then it would be with Greed: the only person that had seen him as more then just a murderer.

He turned a corner and literally sunk into a puddle. Pulling his squeaky black boot out from the ankle-deep ocean, Kira scowled at the sky. He loved the rain, but it was getting his beloved beige hat drenched, which then dripped onto his hair and made it go flat against his head. He wasn't a fan of the half-curled black strands hanging all over his face. He struggled to push them from his black eyes so as to be able to look out for puddles better. Why was he out here again? Oh, right because he had wanted to take a walk around Central in the rain. Everything looked so much better wet--cleaner--not stained with say, blood. Everything glowed in a sheen of silver, reflecting the cold May sky and he was going to enjoy it as much as he could until it stopped.

Kira stopped walking, deciding to shake the gushing water from his shoe that had begun to impede his walking. He leaned against a trashcan under the awning of a convenience store and watched the people walk by, waiting for the water to drain from his boots. All of them had umbrellas...it made him stick out and it was very troubling. He was in the process of hoping no one would encounter him about it when he caught sight of someone. They drew his attention in like a void and locked his black eyes to them with no apparent cause. He wasn't carrying an umbrella either, but that wasn't why Kira was staring.

Zeeva's voice echoed in his head again: "it's impolite to stare." And he quickly looked away, clutching to the hope that the tall figure in the distance hadn't noticed his clear interest. Who was that and why were they interesting? He wasn't going to encounter him...it would be too annoying to try and hold a conversation especially out in the rain. Kira finished shaking out his shoe and bent down to fix his shoelace, which was jutting out and creating a prospect for him to trip. It would be so annoying if he tripped...and it would draw more unneeded, unwanted attention. That was when the trash can he had been leaning against fell over with a loud metallic 'dong' that reverberated like a bell. Wonderful.

Kira was shocked when the guy he had been staring at suddenly hit him lightly on the head. He looked up in surprise and withdrew instantly. Who was he? Would a random stranger usually come up so close so fast just for knocking over a trash can? Kira's wide dark blue eyes shifted from the wall he was up against to an instant escape route. Right, it would be better to go that way. He turned his eyes back on the man, dully. Now did he deserve a reply? Or should he just bolt. He frowned solemnly at the rain pouring down around the awning. It wasn't a very convincing escape... In a low voice that resonated withdrawal Kira spoke, "Nothing, why?" Uncaring what the answer was, he turned back to his shoelaces and began trying to tie them tight enough. Damn frustrating things. Once they were in satisfactory bows, he glared daggers at the trash can. Stupid thing ruining his nice, silent, rainy day.


[It seems Endavi likes me ;D <3]

Kira glared viciously like a beaten dog at Endavi as he was lifted up by the collar of his white dress shirt. It would be so annoying if it ripped. No, he would just kill this guy. It would be easy--no trouble at all. A hiss of annoyance seethed into the air and from beneath the cover of his beige gatsby hat, black eyes flashed dangerously. Now, anyone would run away. But at the mention of 'the old bastard,' Kira twitched and his eyes widened very, very slightly. This guy wasn't anyone. Kira cheered inwardly at the discovery of another problem.

When Endavi ruffled his hair, his shock increased yet further, but he stared at him with the same blank, slightly surprised expression. Zeeva had done the same thing when she met him... His hair had been wet then too. He connected all the similarities and concluded that Endavi was to be trusted...kind of. To trust him completely would be too troublesome anyway. Plus, Zeeva was the only one he could ever devote his entire attention span to. She was the only one who it wasn't bothersome to obey. And he enjoyed listening to her. It wasn't the same at all, but it felt...brotherly? He blinked...strange. Never experiencing this kind of feeling, he didn't notice the extremely slight smirk on his lips. "Kira."


[Haha Greed <3 And wow. It's funny the mention of Tsune showing up in this thread! ]

He saw the tattoo on Endavi's eyelid before the other even motioned toward it. Kira made a show of staring at it before struggling out of the taller man's grasp and back onto his own feet. He kicked the dark green trash can angrily away and watched as it rolled out into the rain, getting drenched quickly. It looked so forlorn... just laying there. It had been louder when he kicked it than when it had fallen over, and now had a huge dent in the side of it. Kira continued to stare at it, transfixed.

Suddenly pulled out of his thoughts when Endavi spoke again, he turned his black eyes back to meet the midnight blue. He let out a breath of air as a half-laugh escaped from him. It was exactly right--Endavi understood that 'Father' guy, that was for sure. But what was impure? ...and how old was he? Kira was confused now and it showed clearly through his serious eyes. "I don't really know," He admitted, trying to think back to when it was he came to himself covered in pieces of human. Now Endavi was talking about species and popularity. He really didn't get it, but something told him it was annoying, so he didn't bother to ask.

Leaving it at that, he seemed to vanish and reappear a few feet past the trash can, a whip of water splashing up behind him. The Kira was back before a human could blink, but he had a hunch that Endavi didn't need to blink in a sense... He placed the poor object back where it was and tried to straighten out the metal, giving up when he bent it too much in the wrong direction. Ah, he did enough, any more and it was bridging on annoying.

Kira frowned at the trashcan that was easily fixed by the other and resisted the urge to kick it again. Poor thing, it went through enough. He turned back to the tall man in time to see him slash his wrist. At the sight of it healing, he noted it was must quicker than his own healing process. It seemed Endavi wasn't the only one suffering from their immortality. This seemed to strengthen whatever bond he felt with this strange man who enjoyed mocking his height. He also could tell that Endavi enjoyed scowling as a regular practice--like the look never left his face. Kira wondered briefly if he ever smiled like Zeeva did, but figured it would be weird. In a sense...Endavi slightly reminded Kira of himself, just a brief flash of resemblance. Maybe Endavi knew of a way he could die. He turned and watched him leave, wondering as the rain slowed if it could be possible...

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[Woah, random Wrath attack! It's hard to rp with Kira isn't it?! So frustrating XD I actually think Kira might call him. O_O]