Blue-days
Madara stared blankly out the window into the darkened world, the snow turning to water as soon as it touched anything and turning the whole city to a soggy, shinning sight, like something out of a painting with the light from windows sliding over the water. Fuck but he wasn’t ready for it to be December already, he didn’t mind the early sunsets normally but to be on the bus and have it already be so dark at four was harder than he really wanted to admit; it just reminded him of the dark apartment waiting for him and fed the melancholy filling his gut and choking his throat. He wasn’t ready for Christmas this year. It was going to be so hard and he didn’t know how to handle it without Izuna or any of the rest of his family or friends; he didn’t even have to comfort of familiar sights having not been in Takigakure for very long. He knew he should have been making more of an effort to make friends- or at least acquaintances- and explore his new home but there never seemed to be enough energy for it after he dragged himself away from work – shit today was the first day he had been done before eight since he had arrived in the city - and it was a Saturday.
Which was part of the reason he had been all but run out of Konoha (that wasn’t fair, he knew Hashirama probably hadn’t intended for things to happen like this but what the fuck else was Madara expected to do? After everything leave had seemed to be only choice and Madara didn’t regret it even on rainy days when the world seemed to be drowning in dripping old gold and black watercolor) or at least the reason no one had seemed to care when he left (no one had called – not that he would have answered, no one had followed – though he wouldn’t have slowed, or tried to find out where he lived now – he never would have let them find him).
The dark haired man sucked in a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose with a deep sigh, this was getting him nowhere, he didn’t want to go back to the place he had been in when he left; all that anger and bitterness and pain was best left behind. He was trying to do better now no matter how hard it was. He wasn’t going to be that person anymore. Fumbling fingers reached for his phone and only half paying attention Madara connected his phone to the wireless earbuds, waiting for the warm tones of his music to trickle out and sooth some of the ache.
Music swirled out and tense muscles relaxed to the tones of a song that managed to be both melancholy and rock thudded in his ears – huh he didn’t recognize this; it was good and the right mix of weather appropriate and energizing. With a pleased hum he settled himself against the window again and let himself get lost in the music. It was only four songs in the it occurred to him that he really hadn’t heard any of these songs and he pulled out his phone, peering confusedly at the song it said was playing. What the fuck? That definitely wasn’t the song he was listening to, where had- Frowning Madara looked around, maybe he was connected to the wrong device? It was too bad; he would have liked to keep listening.
Dark eyes met red and Madara’s eyebrows winged up in surprise when the man sitting in the back of the bus held up his phone with an inquiring expression. He was, damn, Madara hadn’t seen anyone that exotically attractive in a long time, and good taste in music it seemed. Slowly the dark haired man nodded with a quirk of a smile; the white head tipped to the side and the other man held up a pale hand with a thumbs up and a questioning look. Madara barked a laugh and nodded, settling back into his seat and turning his attention back to the window as he listen to a stranger’s music; a swift look back showed that the other man was looking down at his phone and Madara gave himself a chance to admire the sleek long lines of him before looking out at the rain where it was slowly turning into slush – maybe today was better than he thought after all.