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2nd December - Snow
Kanda held snow in as much disdain as he did pretty much everything else. One could go so far as to say that he hated snow. He found it pointless, annoying and an obstruction to his duties, as he growled to anyone who dared ask his opinion on the subject. So anyone who cared assumed he hated it and that was the way he liked it.
In truth though, it fascinated him, drew his attention and even, maybe, delighted him. This of course merely annoyed him more. Of course trudging through it to get to the site of the latest mission was horrible, and trying to fight in it was worse, but still, he secretly enjoyed it. The wonderful muted texture of snow at night, the way it had it's own sound on the very edge of hearing, the sharp taste that caught in his throat in the morning and the peaceful purity it threw over a world darkened by many bitter things.
He could still remember the first time he saw it, remembered being breathtaken by the scene, by the way the flakes melted in the steamy paths of his breath and the way he felt so dizzy, so small, and so perfectly enclosed when he looked up to the clouds and the whirls and flurries that seemed centred around him. It made him want to fling his arms out and welcome it into the world. Of course he never did, that would have been remarkably melodramatic and quite silly. It was just glorified ice after all.
He stood on the balcony of their hotel room, watching the delicate flakes dance down, marvelling that it was something so small and dainty as this that had trapped them in this mountain backwater for the past two days. It was nothing short of a miracle that cold water had such strength and yet could be destroyed by a rise in temperature of merely a degree or two. He raised one gloved hand to catch one, inspect it, find the source of whatever it was that made it so beautiful to him.
“What's wrong Yu? Never seen snow before? Don't worry, it's not dangerous, you don't have to kill it.”
Of course the one person in the world who would notice his strange affiliation with snow would also be the one person in the world most likely to annoy him about it. The Bookman boy winked, tongue out in jest, shattering the happy silence. Kanda dropped his hand and stared moodily ahead.
“I know what snow is. And don't call me that.”
“Did you catch hypothermia or something? No threat of imminent death? No waving Mugen around?” Lavi pantomimed extreme worry, pretending to fuss about him catching a cold.
“No, but you're tempting me.” He growled over his shoulder, growing frustrated at the invasion of his moments of contemplation. Wonderfully, this seemed to shut Lavi up but had the unfortunate side effect of him walking over to lean beside Kanda, trying to see what had made him so calm and thoughtful.
“Amazing that it's so beautiful in the sky, but so deadly on the ground.” Kanda blinked, surprised to hear him talk after several minutes of silence. In truth, he had half forgotten that Lavi was there, enraptured with the way the snow flurried over the curves of the roofs and into the forgotten crevices.
“Hmm.”
Several more minutes passed before Lavi spoke again, this time staring at Kanda's face.
“You actually like this stuff don't you?”
“Ridiculous. It's a weather form, there's nothing to like about it. Beyond that, it's the reason I'm stuck here with you.”
“You do. Seriously, you get this weird little smile when you look at it.” Lavi was grinning at him now, a sure sign that trouble would follow. “That and you've been standing out here staring at it for about an hour now.”
“It's either this or stare at the floor all evening. I'd rather get some fresh air. Alone.”
“Relax! I'll leave you alone now anyway... I'm going to go downstairs and make you a snow girlfriend!” He dodged an anticipated sword swing and danced towards the door, pulling a ridiculous face.
The snowball caught Lavi by surprise, sending him stumbling forwards in shock. He turned an accusing finger on Kanda, only to find his back turned, feigning innocence.
“Y...you threw a snowball at me, jerk!”
Kanda stared up at the dark, broody clouds, with the smallest of smiles.
“Tch. Like I'd waste the effort.”
Kanda held snow in as much disdain as he did pretty much everything else. One could go so far as to say that he hated snow. He found it pointless, annoying and an obstruction to his duties, as he growled to anyone who dared ask his opinion on the subject. So anyone who cared assumed he hated it and that was the way he liked it.
In truth though, it fascinated him, drew his attention and even, maybe, delighted him. This of course merely annoyed him more. Of course trudging through it to get to the site of the latest mission was horrible, and trying to fight in it was worse, but still, he secretly enjoyed it. The wonderful muted texture of snow at night, the way it had it's own sound on the very edge of hearing, the sharp taste that caught in his throat in the morning and the peaceful purity it threw over a world darkened by many bitter things.
He could still remember the first time he saw it, remembered being breathtaken by the scene, by the way the flakes melted in the steamy paths of his breath and the way he felt so dizzy, so small, and so perfectly enclosed when he looked up to the clouds and the whirls and flurries that seemed centred around him. It made him want to fling his arms out and welcome it into the world. Of course he never did, that would have been remarkably melodramatic and quite silly. It was just glorified ice after all.
He stood on the balcony of their hotel room, watching the delicate flakes dance down, marvelling that it was something so small and dainty as this that had trapped them in this mountain backwater for the past two days. It was nothing short of a miracle that cold water had such strength and yet could be destroyed by a rise in temperature of merely a degree or two. He raised one gloved hand to catch one, inspect it, find the source of whatever it was that made it so beautiful to him.
“What's wrong Yu? Never seen snow before? Don't worry, it's not dangerous, you don't have to kill it.”
Of course the one person in the world who would notice his strange affiliation with snow would also be the one person in the world most likely to annoy him about it. The Bookman boy winked, tongue out in jest, shattering the happy silence. Kanda dropped his hand and stared moodily ahead.
“I know what snow is. And don't call me that.”
“Did you catch hypothermia or something? No threat of imminent death? No waving Mugen around?” Lavi pantomimed extreme worry, pretending to fuss about him catching a cold.
“No, but you're tempting me.” He growled over his shoulder, growing frustrated at the invasion of his moments of contemplation. Wonderfully, this seemed to shut Lavi up but had the unfortunate side effect of him walking over to lean beside Kanda, trying to see what had made him so calm and thoughtful.
“Amazing that it's so beautiful in the sky, but so deadly on the ground.” Kanda blinked, surprised to hear him talk after several minutes of silence. In truth, he had half forgotten that Lavi was there, enraptured with the way the snow flurried over the curves of the roofs and into the forgotten crevices.
“Hmm.”
Several more minutes passed before Lavi spoke again, this time staring at Kanda's face.
“You actually like this stuff don't you?”
“Ridiculous. It's a weather form, there's nothing to like about it. Beyond that, it's the reason I'm stuck here with you.”
“You do. Seriously, you get this weird little smile when you look at it.” Lavi was grinning at him now, a sure sign that trouble would follow. “That and you've been standing out here staring at it for about an hour now.”
“It's either this or stare at the floor all evening. I'd rather get some fresh air. Alone.”
“Relax! I'll leave you alone now anyway... I'm going to go downstairs and make you a snow girlfriend!” He dodged an anticipated sword swing and danced towards the door, pulling a ridiculous face.
The snowball caught Lavi by surprise, sending him stumbling forwards in shock. He turned an accusing finger on Kanda, only to find his back turned, feigning innocence.
“Y...you threw a snowball at me, jerk!”
Kanda stared up at the dark, broody clouds, with the smallest of smiles.
“Tch. Like I'd waste the effort.”