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"T-Thank ya, Lili." A smile spread across his lips as he pressed his forehead to hers. "Thank ya . . . I dun' deserve ya, y'know tha'?"

The thump of his heart was easy; neither Dread nor Trepidation hung across his shoulders like an albatross. Even the shade of the palm leaf threatened his very calmness and he moved from it in one swift movement, letting the rain dampen his hair and skin. There was a pain and terrible shiver with each cold droplet, yet he ignored it. There was some sort of, cleansing with the rain . . . like the tears of some holy embodiment wiping away his slate to reveal nothing but innocence. Was Arceus crying for the future? Just for him . . . just for what might happen in the near future?

Droplets fell like kisses to his thin lips. Yet, there was only one place those lips belonged. There was only one pair of lips those lips wanted. Sorano beckoned Lilith with a grin. There was only one more thing he asked for, ever asked for and that was his Lilith in his arms at that moment. No fear, no regret, no disgust. He simply wanted her than and there, so he would never forget the feel of her in his arms. He wanted an everlasting memory . . . something he would at least recall come his death, whenever it is.

The rain, like an enraged child on too much caffeine, continued to come and come. There was no sign of it letting up. The citizens on the sand were dashing about looking for shelter and an officer on the shore noticed the two and pointed a shimmering flashlight in their direction.

"Hey, you two need help?" he asked.

Sorano held her strongly, fighting the urge to let go. He broke the kiss and strained one eye at the wet slicked man a measure of feet away.

"I don' want ta leave yet." he breathed against her lips. "But it looks like we're saved, aha, Lili."

Ah great . . .

"We've 'eally no choice but, I am." replied Sorano, rising to his feet. Good things certainly do not last long . . .