My first junjou fic, yay!! It's Terrorist because really, anybody who looks at Shinobu and doesn't want to hug him is weird, just plain weird! I hope you enjoy this! Love ya Shinobu-chin!

It had to be ultimately the most perfect day ever. There was so much untouched snows outside that all Shinobu wanted to do was run out and roll around in it. So, why was he stuck in a classroom, watching the sun rise and melt his precious wonderland, listening to his professor drone on about who knows what. He hissed as a piece of chalk made contact with the side of his head.

"Shinobu, pay attention!" the professor barked in irritation.

Shinobu gave the dwindling snow one last, desperate glance, before returning his attention to focus on the lecture.

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Miyagi sat outside T University, leaning against his car, waiting for his Shinobu-chin. He grimaced at the dirty slush he was standing in. Snow was fine, as long as it remained solid, but this, this was disgusting. He flicked the last of his cigarette to the ground as he spotted Shinobu rushing towards him from the open University doors. But, before he even made it halfway across the court yard he stopped, his expression falling as he surveyed the mushy grounds. Miyagi just stared at him in confusion. What was he doing?

"Shinobu-chin!" he called, getting the attention of his younger lover.

Shinobu looked up at him, giving him a disappointed smile, before dragging himself the rest of the way to Miyagi's car.

"Are you okay?" he questioned, only receiving a sullen nod before they both got into the car.

The drive home was in total silence as Shinobu's mood slowly darkened with each passing second of flying sidewalks and intersections of dirty white slush. It was when they got home that Miyagi grew tired of it.

"Shinobu," he grabbed his arm before pushing him against the wall.

"what's wrong?" he stared into his eyes, searching for the cause of his dampening mood.

"Nothing." He mumbled, trying to break free from his tightening grip.

"Don't lie to me, just tell me?" Miyagi tried to coax, brushing a kiss against his collar bone, knowing how it would affect him.

"Nothing, just ah…. Snow…"



"Snow?" he pulled back, admiring the red mark blooming on the other's skin before locking eyes once more.

"I just wanted to…be in the snow." He turned away blushing furiously.

"It's stupid I know, never mind, just forget it!" he shouted suddenly, shocking Miyagi enough to break away and run to their room, slamming the door as he went.

"Snow huh?" he smirked before grabbing his coat and heading out the door.

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Shinobu heard the sound of the door being shut and locked outside and a sob tore from his throat.

"Stupid Miyagi."

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"Shinobu-chin, Shinobu, wake up." Miyagi murmured into his lover's ear, placing soft teasing kisses along his ear, than jaw, and finally his lips.

"Miyagi?" he looked up at him groggily before a fierce glare graced his features.

"You left!" he accused, pulling away from Miyagi's grip.

"Yes, I know, but I had to go get something. Come outside with me Shinobi-chin." Shinobu looked at him warily but allowed himself to be pulled out of the comforting bed and out the door into the cold air.

"Look down there." Miyagi commanded.

Shinobu leaned over the railing down from the third story apartment to the ground, to see a snow machine blowing perfect fluffy white snow into an already large pile.

"M-miyagi?" Shinobu turned to him, his face bright red.

"Did you do this for me?" Shinobu practically glowed with happiness.

It was that look that made all the trouble to get a snow machine this late at night worth it.

"How about a snow ball fight?" he questioned, a playful smirk on his face.

Shinobu's soft lips on his own answered his question.

"Get ready to lose old man."

Okay, well I hope you liked it! There are not enough Terrorist fics on here for me so I thought I would contribute! R & R