Watch me mess with the Sound nins' past. Hwaaa...
A/N: Ahhh… Here's me first ever Naruto ficcie posted on ! ^-^v Written initially in my head in an hour-long bout of insomnia, but I love it anyway.

Someplace Out of the Rain

It's raining.

It's raining, and he's remembering. Something. Someplace. Somewhen.

Dosu remembers when it rained in Sound village.

"Wanna handful of rain?"

The downpour had caught him unawares, and it was hard to see from under his mess of a cape. But he could see enough of the looming figure, and the perfect little round hole in the outstretched palm beading rainwater. Zaku was a notorious bully, and Dosu was the smallest kid in the village. A no-brainer, really.

"Un."

"Right answer!" He watched in bewilderment as Zaku winked at him. It was the first time he had seen the other boy smile like that, and for some reason it warmed him somewhere inside despite the rain trickling down his neck.

And he could only watch in awe as Zaku delicately tipped his hand over both of his own, and the carefully controlled bubbles of air blossomed between their palms. Moments later they were completely enveloped, untouched now by the rain.

The waterfall was beautiful, but Zaku's laughter was more entrancing still, and he couldn't help but give in.

Seeing Zaku makes him remember these things.

He understands power and desire and dreams. He understands that they're working for Orochimaru, and he understands what that means.

But Dosu still wishes he could find someplace out of the rain.

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