It was raining in Hanamura. The drops poured down and Genji chose to sit outside under the safety of the roof. I sighed wrapping my coat tighter around my body then took a seat next to Genji. Genji though the wound of betrayal was still fresh was mourning the loss of his brother who fell on the battlefield.
I didn't speak no words could fill the void that was in his heart. Hanzo was still his family and family is blood. Hanzo's old kimono was dangling off his shoulders as he watched the rain. "Genji I'm here for you." I told him quietly rubbing his shoulder . He leaned into my touch. "The skies are crying," he said "They are crying for Hanzo."
