Almost the second that Isamu walked away, Wufei turned his eyes up to see the sky open up above him. Rain cascaded down, washing over his body, but not quite cooling away the heat that Isamu started inside of him. Instead, the touch of each droplet of water electrified his body. Not hesitating, he quickly headed for the shrine he prayed at the night before, knowing he should get out of this rain that made everything in his life feel unreal.

As he ducked into the shelter, he felt reality crash back in just like he knew it would. He was alone. In this small shrine isolated by a curtain of rain, he never felt it more clearly. Wufei just peeled off his wet shirt and hung it to dry as he settled back in a corner, staring at the small alter with a curious eye. Maybe he brought this on himself when he prayed, but he had no idea what the gods planned. Wufei didn't even know to what degree he believed in the gods here, but they were real to Isamu and that was probably enough.

Sighing, he rested his head against his knees. "What do you want from me?" he murmured. For a brief second, he thought he heard something like joyous laughter echoing inside the thunder, but when Wufei tried to pick out the sound, it disappeared. What was he supposed to do with that? In the end, he couldn't do anything besides wait. Isamu would come back...and then what? Wufei felt a darkness settle into his thoughts as he waited, knowing there would be no answers to any of his questions. Possibly not ever.