Rainy days were complex. The sky cried and hundred's of the city's waterways infamously overflowed. Rivers ran flooded, and umbrella's turned outwards with the heavy winds. However, that never stopped a good bookworm.

The streets soaked your boots. Every step you took was puddles engulfing squeaky, faux leather. Sliding in the tops of your shoes. Soaking your socks, no matter the preservation in which your rainboots were supposed to provide. As they certainly were not doing their jobs.

The Tokyo City library was only about a quarter block away from where you stood in the rain. Awaiting a red light to salvage your cold body from the rain and such, so that you could cross the damn street.

The building's tall pillars in the distance were an alleviating sight for sore eyes. Tall columns and big, Victorian windows. Aged, gothic, and European architecture, painted white and pale over the years encapsulated the attention of anyone who walked past, considering Japan's famously modernized lifestyle, the few, historic buildings, established by centuries of European colonization always seemed interestingly out of place.

And the library in which you frequented was only one of multiple.

Inside the walls were tall and the ceilings were painted in traditional strokes of Japanese folklore. Taut curtains draped high over the windows.

But aside from the impressive computer room or the astonishing number of books, ranging from hundreds of genre's to hundreds of time periods, or even the amount of historical art they had there, the most eyecatching thing had to have been the pretty woman at the front desk. With heavy bangs that covered her eyes, and plum-purple lips in which she, every so often, sucked between her pristine, white teeth. Long black hair cast down her back. And her pale, ivory skin only complimented the elegance of golden jewelry in which she wore.

Her name was Nakime.

Your fiancee.

"Hey, pretty lady! Forget your lunch?" You called out. Your echoing voice earning a stern "shhhh." In response.