And this is where I grew up,

I think the present owner fixed it up.

I never knew we ever went without,

The second floor was hard for sneaking out!

The window to his room was always difficult to open. He was forever telling himself he needed to speak to Roger about it. It wasn't like the other would know what he used it for – who expected someone to sneak out of a second-floor bedroom through the window? Especially one that didn't have a tree near it; it was fool-hardy.

That was why it was perfect for his use. Nimble fingers grabbed the lower half of the object and with a little coaxing got it all the way up. The boy smiled as he hoisted himself over the sill feet-first, his front facing the inside of the room. His fingers kept a tight grip as his feet searched for the top sill of the window below him; even when they found it he still didn't let go. Experience had taught him that letting go of his only means of balance, trusting his feet to a rain-soaked sill, was never a good idea and there was plenty of rain in Winchester, England. Even now dark clouds hid the sky from view. What a pity: the person he was going to see had always loved stars and he had hoped they could see them tonight. Oh, well.

'There's always the cathedral…' He comforted himself. 'Not as romantic, but at least it's nice and warm inside. And dry.'

Being dry sounded like a grand thing: despite his lover's joy at the sudden downpours of rain, the boy climbing down had no use for it. Rain was good for nothing in his opinion, though he would never voice it. His raven-haired companion adored the rain; there was nothing he liked more than sneaking out during a storm to dance in the rain and mud, twirling like a child. Even if it meant facing a cold the next day, Beyond never cared. The only thing he really cared about was L. And Near. Yes, his black haired beau cared about him, and Near was glad because BB was so closed off otherwise.

That thought made a wry smile appear as he finally managed to start climbing down the side of the house. He was imagining Beyond, with his shock of dark hair above a pale face, those neatly defined features and fathomless red eyes, as a book with a lock – a diary, perhaps. That would match him very well: locked up tight until the right key came along. A laugh burst out of him before he silenced it, eyes wide as he looked about, side to side and up and down, in case someone had heard. It wouldn't do well to be caught now, not right at the moment his feet touched the ground! That thought spurred his feet and hands to get him down and when his bare feet did touch the ground he started to run (not his strong suit). The feeling of wet grass sticking to his toes was uncomfortable, the squelching sound annoying.

'Why does he like the rain so much?'

On the grounds of Wammy's, hidden by a wall of trees, there is a graveyard and a cathedral. The graves are sparse, only a few are well tended, and they make somewhat of a path for people to walk to so that they can get to the dark oak doors of the church. It wasn't a large church, by most standards, but it had a tower that cleared well over the line of trees that hid it from view. That made it perfect for a certain Wammy's boy who was currently seated in the bell room, his dark hair lifting in the rain scented wind that blew through the opened windows. It was refreshing to the man who stayed trapped in his room, who couldn't stand the thought of still air. It was the reason he adored rainstorms - they moved the air in ways nothing else could. His beloved didn't understand that feeling. Near thrived on things being stagnant, loved when life just stopped. Beyond couldn't stand that. It deprived him of time with his lover but he couldn't go without movement!

'I wish you could understand. I wish you knew I can't stay still forever. I've slowed down to make you comfortable but it's killing me inside...' A sigh escaped him as another breath of wind hit his face, relaxing him. It made him think about his lover, who was coming to meet him. Hopefully. Already the other was so late, but he wasn't the type to rush him. After all, it took a while for him to get there, so he shouldn't rush the other. Things took time, after all...But he wanted him there now, not later. He wanted to be there near him, wanted him in his arms. He wanted what he couldn't have. But he'd get it soon.

Soon, he wouldn't go without.

BB: Okay, this one will be continued LATER ON. I'm so sorry this is late. As usual, BB owns NOTHING. P.S. Please go vote in the new poll in my profile for which one of these fics I should do next!