The clouds in the sky were threatening rain later that morning.
Shark and Sinbad made certain to prepare for it by bringing an umbrella. Sinbad carried it over his shoulders as the two of them walked Sagebear in the overcast weather.
As another precaution, Sagebear had on her doggy raincoat. She happily trotted in front of them, panting the entire way. It seemed she was walking her humans, instead of the other way around.
“Does she even know where she’s going?” Sinbad asked Shark.
Shark just shrugged. “She knows what she knows.”
Today, Sebastian didn’t even bother to grab his umbrella.
At the crack of dawn, his mother had already begun ranting against the injustices of the world. Or rather; the horrific assumptions toward ‘those disgusting hillbillies’.
Now, Sebastian leaned against one of the bridges in town. It was the last place he’d ever seen his Liam before last night.
It hurt his chest to even think about it. Catarina’s reaction to the news was even worse, though.
Now, he wasn’t entirely sure what to do. He didn’t know whether to go back to the house Liam used to live in.
He hardly even noticed the rain beginning to fall. Nor did he notice the two enigmatic figures walking by behind him.
“Come on, Horsey! Buck up!” The Builder said to Horse-Face as they slapped him on the back. “Ain’t you happy I got you out of that prison?”
Horse-Face just kept his head down as he pulled out a bumbershoot. “Why did it have to be me that came along this time?”
The Builder scoffed. “Because the other clowns don’t know shit about mapping! Besides, I want a good look at this rich bastards row before it goes up in explosive China Lake and Molotov flames! Maybe steal some good shit, too.”
They kept jabbering on while pulling their knife out and twirling it. Horse-Face tried not to grace their questions with any answers. When they reached town, it was fairly empty save for another group walking across the street.
The couple with the dog seemed to be rather intriguing to Horse-Face. He still didn’t realize he was staring until he was pinched in the arm.
“Yo, Horsey! The fuck you staring at?” The Builder sounded rather irritated that they lost Horse-Face’s attention.
Shaking his head, Horse-Face lied. “Nothing, Builder. Let’s just get a good feel of this town, like you said-”
“Good! Get this done quickly, and I’ll be happier than a bus load of toothless redneck tourists vacationing in Liechtenstein!”
With that, the two kept walking, with one planning the imminent destruction of an entire town.
Marc had left the house shortly after Sinbad and Shark did. His destination was a rather obvious one.
He now only wished he’d brought something to shield himself from the coming rain. He sat under a nearby tree, next to his mother’s grave.
Even now, over twenty years later, it still pained him to know how she died. It then angered him to know the evil man who did such a thing was her own husband.
In a twisted way, Marc was glad his stepfather died in prison. He almost wanted to shake the hand of the man holding the knife that killed him.
For now, he was content to just be spending time with his mother.
“Oh, boy, it’s really coming down, ain’t it?” Blaise and Dennis were sitting down and enjoying coffee and cola while looking outside. Harwood was curled up on the couch watching the Weather Channel like any other old man.
Dennis took a sip of his coffee before answering her. “Yes’m, it is. Reminds me of that flood we had in Twinbrook over a year ago.”
Reminded of that, Blaise took a glance over at Harwood. “Hey, ya hear about that flood while ya were gone from town? A year ago?”
Harwood nodded. “It was on the news. Sounded bad from what I heard.”
The conversation ended there. The rain was clearly doing a number on Harwood’s joints, given how he stood up and tried cracking them.
“Kind of funny how time flies,” Dennis said while looking back outside.
“Yup indeed, it does. Hope the others get home okay,” Blaise responded.
When Harwood sat back down, he now reclined on the couch and yawned heavily. He then tilted his head back, and tried to get some sleep.
The memories of his boyhood came back to him as he began dozing off.
Whenever it rained, he would often play mahjong with his grandparents and a friend of theirs. There would always be tea and treats, mostly to placate Harwood.
It was so many years ago, and yet it felt like only yesterday. Sometimes Harwood wished he could go back to the quiet times when he spent time with his grandparents.
Then Harwood wondered how they would think to see that their great-grandchildren were illegitimate. That thought frightened him.
Before he drifted off completely, he made a mental note to himself to make some tea, just like what he had as a child.
(Note: Chapter title is from Volume 3 of Bleach. Yes, I used to read Bleach before I sold all my manga books. Had up to Volume 34, too…)