Chapter 11: A Journey Beyond the Rain 

📖 Chapter 11: A Journey Beyond the Rain 🌧️🏍️

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The soft chirping of birds drifted through the open window.

A gentle summer breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers into Kaito's apartment.

For once...

The room was completely quiet.

No phone calls from Ren.

No unexpected visitors.

No motorcycles roaring outside.

Just peace.

Kaito lay on his bed with one arm behind his head, staring absentmindedly at the ceiling.

"..."

His phone suddenly vibrated.

📱 Mom

A small smile appeared on his face.

He answered immediately.

"Hello, Mom."

"Kaito! How are you?"

"I'm doing well."

"Are you eating properly?"

"...Mostly."

"Kaito."

"...Yes?"

"Instant ramen doesn't count as a proper meal."

He laughed.

"I knew you'd say that."

His mother chuckled on the other end.

"I know my son."

For a few minutes, they talked about simple things.

How summer vacation was going.

How work had been keeping both of his parents busy.

Then...

Her voice became gentler.

"Kaito."

"Hm?"

"You haven't forgotten your promise, have you?"

He blinked.

"...Promise?"

"Your grandfather."

"You told him you'd visit this summer."

Kaito's expression softened.

"...Right."

"I almost forgot."

"He won't say it..."

"But he's been looking forward to seeing you."

A warm silence followed.

His grandfather had always been the person who taught him patience.

The man who showed him how to repair bicycles...

How to fish...

How to stay calm when life became difficult.

Even now...

Thinking about him brought a smile to Kaito's face.

"I'll go tomorrow."

"I'm sure he'll be happy to hear that."

His mother smiled through the phone.

"And Kaito..."

"Yes?"

"Give Grandpa a hug for me."

"I will."

"Take care of yourself."

"You too, Mom."

The call ended.

Kaito looked at the now-dark phone screen.

"...Kento."

It had been almost a year since his last visit.

He slowly stood up and stretched.

"My mind's been all over the place lately."

"Maybe a trip is exactly what I need."

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After changing into a simple black T-shirt and jeans, Kaito slipped on his shoes and grabbed his wallet.

"I'll pick up a few things before tomorrow."

The apartment hallway was quiet.

As expected...

Mrs. Sato was outside, carefully watering the colorful flowers lining the entrance.

She looked up as Kaito approached.

"Oh?"

"Going somewhere?"

Kaito smiled politely.

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Sato."

She returned the smile.

"Good afternoon, Kaito."

"So..."

"Where are you off to?"

"The convenience store."

"And maybe a short walk."

"I want to clear my head."

Mrs. Sato tilted her head.

"What's on your mind?"

"I'm thinking about visiting Kento tomorrow."

"To see my grandfather."

The watering can slowly lowered.

"Kento..."

A nostalgic smile appeared on her face.

"So you're finally going."

Kaito looked at her curiously.

"You know..."

"Your grandparents lived in this very apartment for almost ten years."

"They came all the way from Kento."

"Not for themselves..."

"But to take care of a little boy whose parents were always busy working."

Kaito smiled sheepishly.

"I remember."

Mrs. Sato laughed softly.

"Back then..."

"I wasn't exactly the friendliest landlady."

"I had just lost my husband."

"I barely spoke to anyone."

"But your grandparents..."

She chuckled to herself.

"They refused to let me stay grumpy."

"Every morning your grandfather would greet me with that huge smile."

"And your grandmother always brought over tea she insisted tasted better when shared."

Kaito laughed.

"That sounds exactly like them."

"It does, doesn't it?"

Mrs. Sato looked toward the flowers.

"They reminded me that life doesn't stop after loss."

"And for that..."

"I'll always be grateful."

For a moment...

Neither of them spoke.

The gentle sound of water falling onto the flowers filled the quiet afternoon.

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Just then...

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Sato!"

A cheerful voice echoed through the courtyard.

Kaito turned.

Yuna was walking home with a reusable shopping bag in one hand.

She smiled warmly when she saw them.

"Oh."

"Kaito."

"Good afternoon."

"Good afternoon."

Mrs. Sato looked at the two teenagers.

Then...

A mischievous smile slowly spread across her face.

"Oh!"

"I've got an idea."

Both of them looked at her.

"...An idea?"

Mrs. Sato nodded enthusiastically.

"Kaito."

"You're going to Kento tomorrow."

"Why doesn't Yuna come with you?"

Silence.

"...Eh?"

Both Kaito and Yuna spoke at exactly the same time.

Mrs. Sato pretended not to notice.

"Yuna's family lives on the way to Kento, don't they?"

Yuna nodded slowly.

"Y-Yes..."

"They do."

Mrs. Sato clapped her hands together.

"Perfect!"

"You'll have company for the ride, and Yuna can visit her family."

Kaito rubbed the back of his neck.

"I don't mind..."

"But only if Yuna is comfortable with it."

Yuna looked between the two of them.

Her cheeks grew slightly pink.

"I..."

"I don't mind either."

"If... if it isn't any trouble."

Kaito smiled.

"Then it's settled."

Mrs. Sato beamed proudly.

"See?"

"Sometimes the best journeys are the ones you don't plan."

Neither Kaito nor Yuna realized it yet...

But that simple suggestion would turn an ordinary trip into one of the most unforgettable days of their summer.

The next morning arrived much earlier than usual for Kaito.

Golden sunlight slipped through the curtains as the sound of his alarm echoed through the apartment.

"...Already morning?"

He stretched before sitting up.

Today wasn't an ordinary day.

It had been nearly a year since he had last visited his grandfather in Kento.

After washing up, Kaito walked into the kitchen and quietly prepared breakfast.

While eating, he opened the weather app on his phone.

Weather Forecast ☀️ Morning: Sunny 🌧️ Afternoon: Heavy rain expected.

"...Looks like we should leave early."

After finishing breakfast, he began packing.

Unlike most people preparing for a trip, Kaito packed as though he were heading into the wilderness.

A rain suit.

A first-aid kit.

A flashlight.

A portable charger.

Bottled water.

Energy bars.

A basic tool kit.

Spare gloves.

Even a small towel.

Just as he zipped the backpack shut...

A knock came from the door.

Kaito opened it.

Yuna stood there wearing a light summer jacket, carrying a small backpack and wearing a shy smile.

"Good morning."

"Morning."

She looked at the backpack beside him.

"...That's a lot of luggage."

Kaito nodded matter-of-factly.

"My grandfather always says it's better to carry something you don't need than need something you don't have."

Yuna smiled.

"...He sounds wise."

"He is."

The two walked downstairs together.

Mrs. Sato was already waiting outside, watering the flowers as always.

She turned around and immediately burst into laughter.

"My goodness."

"Kaito."

"Are you visiting your grandfather..."

"...or preparing for a war?"

Kaito looked confused.

"I'm just being prepared."

Mrs. Sato laughed even harder.

"I know, I know."

She turned toward Yuna.

"Take good care of him."

Yuna blinked.

"...Me?"

"Someone has to stop him from carrying the whole house next time."

Yuna giggled.

"I'll do my best."

Mrs. Sato smiled warmly as she watched them put on their helmets.

For a brief second...

She couldn't help smiling to herself.

"They really do look good together..."

Neither of them heard her.

Kaito checked the motorcycle one last time.

Helmet.

Brakes.

Lights.

Fuel.

Everything was ready.

"You ready?"

Yuna nodded.

"Ready."

The motorcycle engine came to life.

The peaceful apartment slowly disappeared behind them.

For the first hour...

The journey was quiet.

Rice fields stretched across both sides of the road.

Small rivers sparkled beneath the morning sun.

The cool summer breeze made the ride comfortable.

At one point...

Yuna leaned forward slightly.

"You come here often?"

"Every summer."

"You must really love Kento."

Kaito smiled beneath his helmet.

"It's home."

"My grandfather taught me almost everything there."

"Fishing."

"Fixing bicycles."

"Growing vegetables."

"Even how to stay calm."

Yuna listened quietly.

She had never heard Kaito talk this much before.

His voice sounded different.

Lighter.

Warmer.

She realized...

Whenever he spoke about his grandfather...

He sounded like a child remembering his happiest days.

About an hour later, Kaito pulled into a roadside rest area.

Yuna removed her helmet.

"Tired already?"

Kaito shook his head.

"No."

"My grandfather taught me something."

"Rest before you feel tired."

"You make fewer mistakes that way."

Yuna smiled.

"He really taught you a lot."

"He practically raised me."

The two bought cold drinks from a vending machine and sat on a nearby bench.

A comfortable silence settled between them.

Suddenly...

A cool breeze swept across the parking area.

Kaito looked toward the horizon.

Dark clouds were slowly gathering.

"...Earlier than I expected."

Yuna followed his gaze.

"The forecast?"

Kaito nodded.

"I think we'd better leave now."

The first raindrop landed on the back of his glove.

Then another.

Within minutes...

The clear blue sky disappeared behind thick gray clouds.

Rain began to fall.

Not heavily yet...

But enough for Kaito to know one thing.

"We're not making it to Kento before the storm."

Yuna looked at the road ahead.

"My house is closer."

Kaito nodded.

"Then we'll head there first."

The motorcycle turned onto a smaller road leading toward Yuna's hometown.

The rain grew heavier with every passing minute.

Raindrops struck the road like tiny beads of glass.

The once-bright summer sky had disappeared behind thick gray clouds.

Kaito kept both hands firmly on the handlebars.

His movements remained calm and steady.

No sudden turns.

No unnecessary speed.

Just smooth, careful riding.

Yuna noticed it immediately.

Despite the worsening weather...

Kaito never looked nervous.

Instead, he looked completely focused.

Almost as if he had prepared for this moment.

"Kaito?"

"Hm?"

"...Have you ridden in the rain before?"

He nodded.

"A few times."

"My grandfather insisted I learn."

"He said good weather teaches confidence."

"...Bad weather teaches responsibility."

Yuna smiled behind her helmet.

"Your grandfather really has an answer for everything."

Kaito chuckled.

"I've thought the same thing more than once."

The rain continued to pour.

Soon, even the sound of the engine was drowned out by the heavy downpour.

Visibility became worse.

Kaito slowed down even more.

"We're almost there?"

Yuna looked ahead, trying to recognize the familiar streets through the curtain of rain.

"Just a little farther."

"You'll see a small bridge."

"After that..."

"Our house isn't far."

A flash of lightning lit up the dark sky.

A few seconds later—

Rumble...

The deep sound of thunder echoed across the countryside.

Yuna instinctively flinched.

Kaito noticed through the mirror.

"You okay?"

"...I don't really like thunder."

"We'll be there soon."

His calm voice somehow made her feel a little better.

She nodded.

"I'm okay."

After crossing the small bridge, the scenery slowly changed.

Rice fields gave way to quiet residential streets.

Traditional houses stood neatly beside narrow roads lined with flower gardens.

Despite the rain, the neighborhood felt peaceful.

Yuna pointed ahead.

"There."

"The blue-roofed house."

Kaito followed her direction.

A well-kept two-story home came into view.

Colorful flowers surrounded the front gate, and a small wooden nameplate hung beside the entrance.

Before Kaito could stop the motorcycle completely—

The front door suddenly opened.

A woman wearing an apron rushed outside carrying a large umbrella.

"Yuna!"

She hurried toward them without caring that she was getting soaked.

"Mom..."

Yuna smiled awkwardly.

"We're home."

Her mother looked between the two teenagers.

Then her eyes landed on Kaito.

"Oh my..."

"You're completely soaked!"

Kaito quickly removed his helmet and bowed politely.

"Good afternoon."

"I'm Kaito."

"I'm sorry for arriving so suddenly."

"The weather changed faster than we expected."

Yuna's mother immediately shook her head.

"No, no."

"You don't have to apologize."

She opened the umbrella wider.

"Come inside first."

"You'll catch a cold standing out here."

Kaito hesitated.

"I appreciate the offer, but I don't want to trouble your family."

"Nonsense."

"You brought Yuna home safely."

"That alone is enough."

She smiled warmly.

"Now come inside before this rain gets any worse."

Kaito glanced toward the road.

The rain had become a solid curtain of water.

There was no chance of continuing the trip anytime soon.

"...Thank you."

"I'll gladly accept your kindness."

The three hurried inside.

The moment the front door closed behind them...

The sound of the rain became distant.

Warm air welcomed them.

The comforting smell of freshly cooked food filled the house.

Yuna's mother smiled.

"Take off your wet jackets."

"I'll bring some towels."

As Kaito quietly thanked her once again, he couldn't help thinking...

This unexpected stop might take a little longer than he had planned.

Outside...

The rain showed no sign of stopping.

Warm air quickly chased away the chill from the rain.

Yuna's mother returned carrying several fluffy towels.

"Here you are."

She handed one to Yuna before offering another to Kaito.

"You'll catch a cold if you stay wet."

"Thank you very much."

Kaito accepted the towel with both hands and bowed politely.

"I appreciate your hospitality."

Yuna's mother smiled.

"Oh my, you're very polite."

"You don't have to be so formal."

"Please make yourself at home."

Kaito laughed awkwardly.

"I'll try."

He carefully dried his hair while looking around the living room.

The house felt warm.

Family photographs decorated the shelves.

A calendar hung beside the television.

Children's drawings were proudly displayed on one wall.

It wasn't a luxurious home.

But it felt... alive.

It reminded him a little of the summers he had spent with his grandparents.

Just then—

A loud voice echoed from upstairs.

"Mom!"

"Is lunch ready yet?!"

Heavy footsteps followed.

A young boy, around ten years old, rushed downstairs at full speed.

He stopped the moment he noticed Kaito.

"...Huh?"

The boy blinked.

"Who's he?"

Yuna smiled.

"This is Kaito."

"He brought me here because the rain got really bad."

The little boy slowly walked closer.

He looked Kaito up and down with complete seriousness.

"You're tall."

Kaito chuckled.

"So I've been told."

The boy nodded.

"I'm Haruto."

"Nice to meet you."

Kaito offered his hand.

"Nice to meet you too."

Haruto shook it enthusiastically.

Then he leaned closer and whispered,

"...Are you my sister's boyfriend?"

Silence.

Yuna froze.

"..."

"W-What?!"

Her face immediately turned bright red.

"N-No!"

Haruto tilted his head.

"Oh."

"I thought that's why you came home together."

Kaito scratched his cheek.

"It was only because of the rain."

Haruto nodded as if he completely understood.

"I see."

A second later...

He shouted toward the kitchen.

"Mom!"

"He's not her boyfriend!"

Yuna covered her face.

"Haruto!"

The living room erupted into laughter.

Even Kaito couldn't stop himself.

"I think he announced that a little too loudly."

Yuna sighed.

"I'll never recover from this..."

A few minutes later, another man entered the room.

He had a calm but firm expression and carried himself with quiet confidence.

Yuna immediately stood.

"Dad."

Her father looked first at Yuna.

Then at Kaito.

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly.

Kaito politely stood and bowed.

"Good afternoon."

"My name is Kaito."

"Thank you for allowing me into your home."

Yuna's father remained silent for a moment.

Then he nodded.

"I'm Yuna's father."

"I heard you brought her home safely."

"Thank you."

"It was nothing."

"The weather turned much worse than we expected."

Her father glanced toward the window.

Rain hammered against the glass.

"...You made the right decision."

He extended his hand.

"Thank you for thinking about her safety first."

Kaito shook his hand respectfully.

"I'm glad we made it before the storm."

The atmosphere relaxed immediately.

Yuna quietly let out the breath she had been holding.

Her mother smiled knowingly.

"It seems my husband approves."

"D-Dear..."

"What?"

"I was only thanking him."

Haruto whispered loudly to Kaito,

"That means he likes you."

"I heard that."

Haruto grinned.

"You were supposed to."

Everyone laughed.

Soon, the aroma of lunch filled the house.

Yuna's mother carried several dishes to the table.

"Come on, everyone."

"Wash your hands."

"We're eating."

Kaito hesitated.

"I really don't want to impose..."

"Nonsense."

"You've already become today's unexpected guest."

"And in this house..."

"We never let a guest stay hungry."

Kaito smiled gratefully.

"Then..."

"Thank you for the meal."

As everyone gathered around the dining table, laughter naturally filled the room.

For the first time in quite a while...

Kaito felt the warmth of sitting with a lively family again.

Just as they were about to begin eating—

The front door opened.

"I'm home!"

A bright, energetic voice echoed through the hallway.

Yuna's expression changed instantly.

"...She's back."

Haruto grinned mischievously.

"Oh no."

"Dad..."

"The storm outside just got competition."

Footsteps approached.

A young woman stepped into the living room carrying a college bag over one shoulder.

She brushed a few raindrops from her hair before looking around.

"...Huh?"

Her eyes landed on Kaito.

She froze.

Kaito, who had just picked up his teacup, looked up politely.

"...Good afternoon."

The young woman blinked twice.

Then pointed directly at him.

"...Mom."

"Why didn't anyone tell me there was a handsome guy in our living room?"

Yuna immediately buried her face in her hands.

"...Here we go."

For several minutes, laughter filled the dining room.

Yuna sat with her face buried in her hands.

Across from her, her older sister looked completely unapologetic.

"What?"

"I was only complimenting him."

"You practically proposed!"

"I said 'would you be my boyfriend?'"

"That's practically proposing!"

Haruto burst into laughter.

"I like Big Sis."

Yuna sighed.

"...Of course you do."

Kaito smiled awkwardly, unsure whether he should laugh or apologize.

"I'm... sorry?"

The older sister immediately pointed at him.

"See?"

"He's even apologizing for something that wasn't his fault."

She placed a hand over her heart dramatically.

"Mom."

"I've found my ideal husband."

Yuna stood up so suddenly that her chair almost tipped over.

"Sis!"

Everyone in the room laughed.

Even Yuna's father couldn't hide a small smile.

"Alright, enough teasing."

The older sister stuck out her tongue playfully.

"Fine."

She turned back toward Kaito and smiled.

"I'm Ayaka."

"Yuna's older sister."

"I'm studying at college nearby."

Kaito bowed politely.

"I'm Kaito."

"It's nice to meet you."

Ayaka nodded with satisfaction.

"He even has manners."

"Yuna, where did you find him?"

"I didn't find him!"

Yuna replied immediately.

"The rain found him!"

Haruto nearly fell off his chair laughing.

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Dinner was finally served.

The table was filled with homemade dishes.

Steaming rice.

Grilled fish.

Miso soup.

Fresh vegetables.

Homemade pickles.

The warm smell reminded Kaito of the meals his grandparents used to make.

He placed his hands together.

"Thank you for the meal."

Yuna's mother smiled warmly.

"Eat as much as you like."

"You've had a long ride."

Kaito took a bite.

His eyes widened slightly.

"...It's delicious."

"I'm glad you like it."

Haruto grinned proudly.

"Mom's cooking is the best."

"It really is."

For a while, everyone simply enjoyed the meal.

The conversation flowed naturally.

Yuna's father asked about school.

Haruto talked excitedly about baseball.

Ayaka kept trying to make Yuna blush.

Every few minutes...

The entire family burst into laughter.

Kaito found himself smiling more than he had expected.

It had been a long time since he'd sat around such a lively dinner table.

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After dinner, Kaito quietly stood up.

"Please let me help clean up."

Yuna's mother immediately shook her head.

"You're our guest."

"I insist."

She smiled.

"Then you can help dry the dishes."

"Thank you."

The two worked together while Yuna carried plates back and forth.

Ayaka leaned against the kitchen doorway.

She watched Kaito silently.

"...You're surprisingly dependable."

Kaito looked confused.

"Is that surprising?"

"A little."

"Most boys your age would already be on the sofa watching television."

Kaito smiled.

"My grandparents taught me that if someone cooks for you..."

"...the least you can do is help clean up."

Ayaka's expression softened.

"...Your grandparents raised you well."

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Later that evening...

The rain only became heavier.

The sound against the windows grew louder and louder.

Lightning flashed across the dark sky.

The television weather report appeared.

Heavy rain warning remains in effect throughout the night.

Travel is not recommended.

Kaito looked toward the window.

"...Looks like I won't be leaving anytime soon."

He turned toward Yuna's parents and bowed.

"I'm very sorry for causing trouble."

"I'll sleep on the sofa in the living room."

"There won't be any inconvenience."

Yuna's mother looked genuinely surprised.

"The sofa?"

"Oh, absolutely not."

"We have spare futons."

"You'll sleep in a proper room."

"I couldn't possibly—"

Before Kaito could finish—

Yuna's father spoke calmly.

"You're our guest."

"In this house..."

"We don't let guests sleep on the sofa."

Kaito hesitated.

"...But—"

"No buts."

Yuna's mother smiled kindly.

"You brought our daughter home safely."

"Tonight, let us take care of you."

After a long pause...

Kaito lowered his head respectfully.

"...Thank you."

"I'll gladly accept your kindness."

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A little later...

Unable to sleep yet, Kaito quietly stepped onto the covered veranda.

The rain had softened into a gentle rhythm.

Cool air drifted through the night.

He closed his eyes for a moment.

"It really has been a while..."

The sliding door opened softly behind him.

Yuna stepped outside carrying two cups of hot tea.

"I thought you might still be awake."

She offered him one of the cups.

"Thank you."

For several minutes...

Neither of them spoke.

They simply listened to the rain.

Finally, Yuna smiled.

"...I'm glad the rain brought you here."

Kaito looked toward the dark sky.

"So am I."

"If it hadn't..."

"I wouldn't have met your family."

Yuna smiled warmly.

"They all like you."

Kaito laughed quietly.

"I'm still not sure about your sister."

Yuna covered her face.

"...Please don't remind me."

The two laughed together.

For the first time that day...

The rain no longer felt like an inconvenience.

Instead...

It had become the reason an unexpected memory was made.

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The next morning...

Sunlight broke through the clouds.

The storm had finally passed.

After breakfast, Kaito thanked everyone once again.

Yuna's mother handed him a small lunchbox.

"For the road."

Yuna's father firmly shook his hand.

"Ride safely."

Haruto waved both hands excitedly.

"Come visit again, Big Brother Kaito!"

Ayaka smiled mischievously.

"And remember..."

"My offer is still available."

"Sis!"

Everyone laughed.

Kaito put on his helmet and smiled.

"I'll visit again."

"Thank you... for everything."

The motorcycle engine started.

With one final wave...

He continued his journey toward Kento.

Ahead of him waited someone who had been looking forward to this reunion for an entire year.

His grandfather.

End of Chapter 11