She watched him coming around the corner of her street again. The tires of the blue bicycle that he was mounted on seemed to blur in front of her eyes. He didn't know that she was sitting there on her front porch. Right? Either way, she was watching him intently. As he passed her house, his arms flew out to their respected sides. He bent his neck backwards, turning his face up to the sunshine. His eyes were wide open, and she stared in awe, for she had to cover her own eyes to watch him.

It was then that she remembered that fated conversation. The one that made her fall in love, instead of not wanting to be around him.

"Can't you see?"

"No...well...I see auras. Everything has an aura, and I can those. That's how I don't run into bookshelves, or into the middle of the street. But, it's not like I can point out what color your eyes are, apart from your hair. You're all one color."

"My eyes are blue," she offered him. She felt bad then. Was he able to tell what color was which? Or did he just know that he 'saw' different colors? Her face contorted, wondering if she'd upset him.

He saw her aura move in the retraction of her smile. So, he offered to her, "I know what color you're talking about. I became blind at an early age, but I could tell most colors."

"How did you loose your sight?"

"I got sick." That comment took her back. Her mind reeled. "You can go blind from being sick?" Of course, she had told herself, just look at him. But, it had never quite occured to her, because SHE never wanted to think about it.

"What color blue?" Ichiwa asked her. She looked up at him. "Deep, ocean blue," was her answer.

His face saddened, and she knew it. Right off she could tell that he'd never been to the ocean. So, he didn't know color the ocean was. She chewed on her lip, wondering what she could say now.

He knew she'd caught on. His other heightened senses let him know that. He probably should have explained. He didn't know THOSE kinds of color. He knew deep blue of the rain's aura. He knew the light blue of the library's aura, and the aura of his friend. But he didn't know the color of the ocean. He could vaguely remember the color of the sky. That's what happened when you literally lived in the dark all your life.

He had confirmed though, in his mind, that it didn't pay to try and explain that to her. He knew that everyone could see auras. If they tried, and wanted too. If they had the patience. Running around, and being so self absorbed as the world was today though, he knew there was no way for them to see. Asami probably never danced in the rain to see it's true color. She'd probably only run from it. She'd probably never looked deeply around her, and actually taken it in. Those were assumptions, he knew. And he knew the phrase "assuming makes an ass out of you and me" quite well. But he was human after all, and so, he was allowed to assume.

"You're not legally blind then, are you?" Asami asked. He shook his head.

"No. I can't see. I'm legally blind."

"Can't they fix them? Your eyes?"

"It's too late for that."

He had reached out then, and perfectly cupped her face. He smiled as his fingertips ran gently over her features, as she stood statue-like. "Your aura is beautiful."

She'd been afraid then, not knowing how to handle what he'd said. She regretted running away from him that day. And she'd let the weeks pass by, avoiding him. She knew it. She knew it, she knew it, she knew it. He'd done exactly what she had said he would that day on the play set. He wanted her. She was doing what she'd said too. She was trying to stay away. But, she didn't want too.

His bike was turning now, and heading back in front of her house. This time he stopped, and dropped his bike to the ground with a clatter. Walking up to her, sitting there on the swing on her porch, he took a seat next to her.

"What are you doing?"

"It's ‘gonna rain," he said. She laughed at him, and pointed to his bike. "But your bike will rust in the rain."

"That's okay."

"Have you ever danced in the rain?" she asked him.

He looked towards her, and he felt her face cast down again. She still couldn't bring herself to look him in the eye. His eyes were so empty, and she couldn't handle that. He pulled his black bandana from his back pocket, and tied it around his eyes.

"No, I've never danced in the rain," he answered after a clap of thunder shook them.

On impulse, she grabbed his hand, and yanked him to stand up. "Then come on." And she pulled him towards the edge of her porch, into the rain that was quickly falling. Once she'd felt the first drops hit her cheeks, he dropped his hand, spreading her arms out and twirling around her driveway. He watched her; the brilliant orange-green aura spinning in a world of blue. She motioned for him to join her, and walked to her briskly.

Asami took one of his hands, and clasped it in her own, holding up to the length of her eyes. She placed his other hand around her waist. And then she led him into a watlz in the rain. Circling and spinning gracefully, letting the roar of the thunder be their beat.

One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three, spin, and dip. She smiled brightly, and placed her forehead against his soaked chest. She felt silly. She was falling in love when she had said she wouldn't. She'd fallen in love with that boy whom told her that he didn't love her on the play set. The one who never told her anything, but showed up every morning to play with her in the park. She'd lied to herself, but this lie felt good.

One of his fingers was coaxing her head up. She let them lead her face to his. And he bent down, being a good foot taller than her, and kissed her there in the rain, ending their waltz.

But starting a new dance.