3

"For what reason was this in my bag, Sora?"

The voice of Takara was emitted in an outpour the moment she stepped food into her sober Tokyo apartment which she inhabited with her friend, Sora.

"Oh, you found that" Followed the response.

"I was beginning to wonder where I kept it?" She gave a breath, soon reaching to pry it out the hold of Takara.

"Was in dire need of it today" She let out.

"For the love of God, no one wishes to know that, Sora"

"Well, my body apologizes for having needs of its own" The girl uttered. "Also, why is it wet?" Her eyes were narrowed at the figure away, a quirky grin tugging at her lips.

"Bless the day I see Takara being changed!" Followed the exclaim.

"You happened to turn wild out there, didn't you?"

"Heavens forbid I'd resort to having a machine please me" The voice of Takara followed, with figure soon moving to the corner of the space, prying her purse off her shoulders, while she went crashing onto the couch.

"I was drenched by the rain" She soon gave the answer Sora awaited.

"I mean one would think we're bound to receive a warning on the weather. At least inform the number of worn out people, who have had a tiring day, that you are about to lash out on them"

"One minute the day was beaming, and the next, it ran mad. Whatever's going on?"

The sigh poured out her lips, fingers running through her wet hair, and the instant she shut her eyes, the image of that figure flashed in her eyes, having her sat up at once.

"I met someone"

Her voice was low, gaze blank.

"Spicy!" Sora ooh'd, pulling over to her, soon finding interest in her whatever the girl had to say.

"How was he?—Tall, short, slim, built, handsome, more handsome?"

"He was strange" Came the response of Takara, brows pulling into a furrow.

"He helped protect me from the rain"

"But was he handsome, though?"

"I didn't get the chance to see that face"

"Lame!" Booed Sora.

She had gotten to her feet, moving away, but had paused mid-steps, soon hurrying back to Takara.

"You know, there's a legend that says if a young lady is to cross paths with a man on a rainy day, on the sixth day of the week, they are bound to fall in love" She whispered, fingers poking at the chest of Takara.

"Oh, go away" Followed the voice.

"What?" Sora gave a chuckle. "It's only a legend"

Takara had gotten to her feet, moving out the area, soon going into the comfort of her room.

Sora and her teases, could the girl ever take a rest. She still could hear the sound of her laughters pouring from the living room, while she hummed a tune along the lines of her name.

She brought the place to life, that Takara couldn't deny.

And while the voice of her friend turned faint in her ears, Takara was found lost in thoughts of who that stranger was.

And why ever had he remained quiet, refusing to speak to her?