Disclaimer: Believe me, if I had enough money to buy Riku and Sora, I would.

Warnings: None for this one, but rating may go up for later chapters.

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one: peppermint

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Sora shivered, reaching up to adjust his scarf so that it covered a greater portion of his face to block out the biting wind. His eyes stung, blurring the glittering Christmas lights adorning the dark outlines of the trees in the park. The brunet glanced over at his friend, who seemed to be completely unfazed by the falling snow and numbing temperature.

Riku caught his stare, smiling and reaching over to grab the boy's bare hand and bring them both into his coat pocket. Sora sighed at the tingling warmth, allowing his mind to wander in and out of focus as the older boy guided him home.

"I wish it would stop snowing," he announced suddenly, voice muffled slightly by the striped scarf wrapped around him.

The silveret chuckled, rubbing Sora's palm with his thumb, bringing back some circulation. "You'll regret that when we're stuck with the effects of global warming later. Enjoy it while you still can."

The smaller boy didn't reply, and for a few minutes the only sound was the faint crunch of their footsteps on the powdery surface. Then he finally spoke up, childishly mumbling, "But it's cold."

Riku abruptly came to a halt, leaving Sora to clumsily stagger backwards a bit, not wishing to lose the warmth of his friend's pocket. "What?" the brunet asked, looking around perplexedly.

"Stick out your tongue," the older boy ordered simply, aquamarine eyes soft.

Sora blinked in confusion, only to find several snowflakes clinging to his lashes. "Why? It's only water."

Riku smiled to himself, as if he knew some little secret that he might be willing to share. "Nah. It's better…you'll see."

The younger boy rolled his eyes, resentful of the little exchange of banter that was elongating their time spent outside rather than in. Sighing in defeat, he grabbed his muffler once more, this time pulling it down to reveal the lower half of his face, which was tinged pink from the cold. Hesitantly he leaned his head back, closing his eyes and opening his mouth slightly. Suddenly he felt five again, and almost smiled when the first flake hit the tip of his tongue.

He opened his eyes again, turning his attention back to Riku. "Okay. It's better."

The silveret grinned, taking the end of Sora's scarf and pulling the boy closer. "Your lips are blue," he proclaimed, leaning down slightly.

Sora watched the puffs of their breath meeting in the space between them for a moment, oddly fascinated. Then he looked up, meeting Riku's eyes shyly. "Warm them up for me?"

"I thought you'd never ask," the older boy murmured, closing the distance as they shared a kiss that tasted like peppermint candycanes, melting snowflakes, and things that were only sweet while they lasted.

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Author's Notes: Short? Yes. Pointless? Maybe. Angsty? Negative, chief.

Huzzah.

Right. I planned to write a long Christmas oneshot, but apparently my brain has decided only to function just enough to spew out tiny little amounts of words at a time, so I never would have finished. It's really frustrating…if I do so much as look at my computer, all of my ideas just fizzle out and start to die a slow, painful death. I'm very, very sorry about the lack of updates. Truly. But this will get random additions until Christmas, because drabbling tends to boost my inspiration. Hopefully it'll help.

-Emmy

Be environmentally friendly. Save the polar bears.