More Narain x Allen for you.

Eh. Rather me probably.

Prompts: Blue, Water, Rain, Comfort, Relaxation, Intuition, Cool

Narain loved the rain, it washed away all dark thoughts and left behind a clear view for a fresh start he desperately needed. Because she was gone, dead, forever lost to him just because she had taken a wrong turn.

And he was left standing in the rain, drops of water rolling off his face like tears he couldn't cry anymore.

"Do you want your sister back?" The clown had asked.

Yes, more so than anything else.

But 'Tomorrow will be brighter than today,' his sister had always said, optimistic enough for the two of them. She'd always been the one who had given him hope and the ability to smile through the day, the one who made him believe that they would make it.

"No."

The rainfall stopped, the clown was gone and Narain knew where to go.

"Brat," the general greeted him, appearing more sober than he ever had since Narain first saw him. "You sure you want to do this?"

"I have nothing left here."

And those words hurt like somebody had decided to tear out his heart. What did Narain possess? A few medical books and a roof above his head, neither having much value to him concerning he was alone in this world now.

Almost alone.

This tiny 'almost', referring to just one person, was the reason he was here. He'd already lost his sister, he wasn't going to lose his best friend too.

"Even nothing is a brighter future than this."

There, lying innocently on the man's hand, was that cursed object which forced good people to wither away in a war they hadn't wanted to join.

Narain didn't care about the Holy War as such; as far as he was concerned a poor boy from India didn't need to fight and neither did one from England who had already lost enough.

But if him fighting meant that Allen could live a little longer, a little safer, then Narain would take this chance and enter this blood drenched war.

"I appreciate your warning but I stand by my decision."

The fain humming of God's crystal only grew louder with every word Narain spoke. He'd learnt to ignore it since the first time he came into contact with it but now it was so overwhelmingly boisterous, even if he'd run to the end of the world, the sound would still haunt him.

The general sighed. "You'll need a medium for the Innocence."

"Will these work?" Narain held up a pair of golden bracelets which had adorned his sister's wrists only on special occasions as they were precious family heirlooms.

"They should do."

That's it from my side for this year's rare pair week hoping that next year one of these ships won't be permitted to enter.