Raindrops

“Sh—Shadow… are we there yet?”
“No, we aren’t.” For what the black hedgehog responded for the ten trillionth time. He cringed, not just from Sonic’s battering questions and pouting—running and carrying the injured blue double had a toll on him too, for he was also wounded. The right side of his stomach ached, and there was bleeding gash across his chest from the firings of an enemy. They had survived and defeated them all, (or at least whatever army there was before more of Eggman’s hoverpods came) and were now crossing deep beneath the woods. How much further before…?

“Shadow…?”
“Now what is it?”
“It—it’s raining…”

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Sonic lying in the back in a bed of palm leaves, Shadow waited by the opening of the cave, watching the rain fall. To him, it was as if the world was drowning—to many, it would be a particular heavy rain indeed. But the black hedgehog stood, keeping an eye on each drop, like tears of outer space…

“Shadow… is there anyone out there?”
“No… nothing. Just the... rain?”
“Yeah, it’s just rain. Shadow, have you…?”
“No.”

He had never seen the rain in his life, Sonic thought. He lay there tiredly blinking at his doppelganger, crimson eyes intense at gaze over the familiar, yet alien atmosphere to him. Groaning, he tried to sit up, in hopes of testing his luck to stand. He should feel fine by now…

“Sonic, you’re injured.”
“Yeah, well… so are you.”

Shadow let out a small “hmm” and smirked, realizing the cut of blood near the top of the white fur on his chest.

“She… always told me about the rain. It was something about… renewal, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah…” the blue hedgehog nodded. “Well, mind if I watched with ya?”
His dark double gave a small nod. “Alright then.”


The two hedgehogs belong to SEGA/Sonic Team. Yeah...