Title: Warm
Yet another one-shot...
It's from quite a few weeks ago, one I wrote while musing on my bed. It's Yu Yu Hakusho, something I haven't written for in quite a while, so I thought it would be fun to post it up here. Yukina/Yusuke, though the guy isn't actually stated. It's not the best, but I like it, for the most part.
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Someday I have to get around to editing these.
Yukina was always cold.
It was her birthright. It was her duty, and her right. She was a daughter of the snow and ice, mistress of the frigid wind, and the cold owned her.
So she stayed away from the people who would have sheltered her, hidden her away from the only things she could still recognize in the cracked glacier of her life. She stayed away from the plant-master's green, growing life. She stayed away from the human man's warmth and life. She stayed away from the man with fire. She stayed away from Keiko and Botan and Shizuru, because they would have sought her out, and Yukina belonged in isolation.
And she never looked at him, because he was so warm and happy, and she wasn't allowed to be. She never looked at him, stayed away from him, because she was afraid the brightness of his soul would shine out around her and melt all the ice and snow and even her.
And that was why she was out in what was nearly a blizzard, instead of in with them all, why she was staggering in the wind that finally knocked her over, where she lay with her pale face pressed against the cold cold ground. Then she cried, and snowflakes and frozen gems glistened in her hair like the pale cold light of the stars that she couldn't see. They twinkled and flashed in her hair like bright happy smiles that Yukina never gave until she pulled herself up and stumbled, ran away.
In the white obscurity of the whirling snow, she collided with someone.
"Yukina?"
Yukina looked up into brown eyes, black strands of hair blown loose by the wind into his face.
"Yukina, why are you out here in the freezing cold?"
Numbly, she let him take her arm, let him lead her back to the house where everyone else was.
But she stopped in front of the door, and could not move. He stopped, looked at her in confusion. The wind finally pulled her hair ribbon into the night, sweeping her hair loose and blowing it everywhere.
"Go on in," she managed. He looked about to argue, than shrugged and went in.
Yukina stared into the whirling shower of snow. She closes her eyes and laughed regretfully as small, cold flakes stung her cheek, then dripped down her cheeks with hot tears that burned against her frigid skin. She let the wind blow them away, watched them freeze into priceless gems, and turned to the door.
Right now, Yukina would rather be warm.
~End~
Yes, I am aware that it does not snow that much in Japan, except perhaps in the mountains.
It's from quite a few weeks ago, one I wrote while musing on my bed. It's Yu Yu Hakusho, something I haven't written for in quite a while, so I thought it would be fun to post it up here. Yukina/Yusuke, though the guy isn't actually stated. It's not the best, but I like it, for the most part.
....
Someday I have to get around to editing these.
Yukina was always cold.
It was her birthright. It was her duty, and her right. She was a daughter of the snow and ice, mistress of the frigid wind, and the cold owned her.
So she stayed away from the people who would have sheltered her, hidden her away from the only things she could still recognize in the cracked glacier of her life. She stayed away from the plant-master's green, growing life. She stayed away from the human man's warmth and life. She stayed away from the man with fire. She stayed away from Keiko and Botan and Shizuru, because they would have sought her out, and Yukina belonged in isolation.
And she never looked at him, because he was so warm and happy, and she wasn't allowed to be. She never looked at him, stayed away from him, because she was afraid the brightness of his soul would shine out around her and melt all the ice and snow and even her.
And that was why she was out in what was nearly a blizzard, instead of in with them all, why she was staggering in the wind that finally knocked her over, where she lay with her pale face pressed against the cold cold ground. Then she cried, and snowflakes and frozen gems glistened in her hair like the pale cold light of the stars that she couldn't see. They twinkled and flashed in her hair like bright happy smiles that Yukina never gave until she pulled herself up and stumbled, ran away.
In the white obscurity of the whirling snow, she collided with someone.
"Yukina?"
Yukina looked up into brown eyes, black strands of hair blown loose by the wind into his face.
"Yukina, why are you out here in the freezing cold?"
Numbly, she let him take her arm, let him lead her back to the house where everyone else was.
But she stopped in front of the door, and could not move. He stopped, looked at her in confusion. The wind finally pulled her hair ribbon into the night, sweeping her hair loose and blowing it everywhere.
"Go on in," she managed. He looked about to argue, than shrugged and went in.
Yukina stared into the whirling shower of snow. She closes her eyes and laughed regretfully as small, cold flakes stung her cheek, then dripped down her cheeks with hot tears that burned against her frigid skin. She let the wind blow them away, watched them freeze into priceless gems, and turned to the door.
Right now, Yukina would rather be warm.
~End~
Yes, I am aware that it does not snow that much in Japan, except perhaps in the mountains.