This is a city of forever sorrow.  A city of shallow lives that are only worth its weight in how large a monument is built for them.  Trees are no longer seen.  All that one sees in this city are concrete and metal structures.  Hardly any life can be found in this city.  The city is forever colored grey.  All light in this forsaken city is artificial.  This is Furitsuzuku, the city of never-ending rain.

“Azure!  Azure!!”  Came the cry of a young woman’s voice amongst the noise of the falling rain drops.  Her foot steps made a pitter patter splash in the puddles of the street.  The man with whom she was calling turned around from his object of observation as she approached.  He was slightly emotionless; his blue eyes half open, gazed down at the cheerful blonde.  She tossed her short hair about, shaking excess rain water from her hair, revealing her upper ear piercing for a split second until her long bangs fell back to hide them.  She grinned and stared with her brown eyes at his object.  “You’re always staring at the new constructions, Azure.”  She flitted her eyes back at him.  “God, Azure, I’ve been looking forever for you at the library, but you didn’t show.”  She sighed and shrugged her shoulders, her actions indicated that she was used to such events.  “I figured you would be here when I remembered that another monument was being built.”  
Azure reverted back to staring at the people working away at placing a large piece of dark grey granite statue of a woman with wings.  The woman had her hands clasp together, fingers interlocked, as if she were praying to whomever.  Her head was tilted towards the heavens and the expression craved was a pious one.  
The blonde tugged at the man’s soaked, purple hoodie.  He was tipped slightly by it and his eyes widened by the sudden jerk.  A mildly irritated look appears across her face as she spoke.  “You know, it’s not nice to make a person wait when the other person is the one that called that person out.”
“Oh.  I’m sorry, Pineapple.”
She released him and he tipped back, his multi-blue hair swaying.  “You’re damn right you’re sorry.”  She blew some air and looked away with her hands at her waist.  “God, Azure…”  Her eyes narrowed, showing some ever so slight sadness within them.  “You’re so selfish.  I can’t believe these damn pieces of carved rock are more important than me…”
Azure was struck by this statement and by Pineapple’s expression.  He walked up to her from behind and put his arms around her.  His wet face touched hers, cheek to cheek.  “I’m sorry.  I don’t mean it to seem that way.  It’s just something about these bother me.  I always wonder why we have so many.  I get lost in thought that I forget about everything else.  Forgive me?”
Pineapple stared at the rain water draining into the street gutters.  He pressed his face harder against hers.  She made an odd noise of acknowledgment then, “You’re face is wet and cold, Azure.”
He laughed.  “So is yours.”  
She smiled and released herself from his embrace.  She twirled, her straps from her hip hugging, baggy jeans spun about.  She gazed at him with her big, brown eyes.  Pineapple giggled, “But not as much as yours.”  She spun about even more on the sidewalk, twirling about on one leg.  “I wasn’t silly enough as to stand, gawking at a damn statue.”
Azure stopped her spin by placing his large hand on her soggy, black hat.  He ruffled her as she closed one eye and looked up at him with the other innocently.  “Kya~” she cried cutely.  “Azure~” she whined as he laughed.
“Let’s go to the library.”  He has migrated his arm now to having it around her, gripping her shoulder.  
They walk away as the noise of workers putting yet another monument up and falling rain intermingled.  This was the common noise that made Furitsuzuku, Furitsuzuku.  A native paid no mind to the noise, at least they did not think into it as Azure did.  Azure was a peculiar denizen of the city.  Though born into the city and raised to always see them, even after the twenty-three years of his life, he still found the construction odd.  
The city was filled with structures; almost one new monument was built everyday.  The reasons for the construction ranged.  It could be in honor of some prominent person of the city or dedicated to an important event of some sort.  Whatever the reason, whatever the significance, the city and those who dwelt there found it necessary to build a memorial to it, so it may “forever be remembered ’til the end of time” as the mayor stated it.  
Azure wondered why that must be.  It was one thing to remember certain events in history, so one didn’t forget why the lives they lead now were the way they were, but must one be built for seemingly everything.  With each new construction, one less naturally formed being was taken and replaced with the cold, indifferent creation of man.  Life seemed to just be taken from the city with each new passing day.  
Azure and Pineapple arrived at the city’s only library, Furitsuzuku’s Public Library.  Pineapple walked in, ahead of Azure, as he was left to gaze back in the direction of his object.  He stared at his surroundings.  The rain continued to pour from the cold, grey sky.  Some of the rain water were caught in gutters and splashing down and trying to seep into the already heavily saturated earth.  The rest dripped off of the buildings and other man-made structures and running into the many street gutters.  “It’s ironic,” he thought to himself, “that with all this rain, there is hardly any foliage in this city.  One would imagine that such a city being blessed with so much rain would flourish with wonderful life.  Of course, we don’t allow for such events to happen.  The glory of man to forever be known is of more importance.”  He grimaced at the sight of the city and walked into the library.