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The snow drifted softly and slowly down covering the grass in a thin blanket of white. A lone man stood in the swirl of the crystalline whirlwind. A few blocks away he could hear people laughing, celebrating the Holidays with their loved ones, but he felt the wind and thought back, in his quiet solitude, to a girl that would make this Holiday not seem so lonely.
The frost in the air only made the thoughts worse. He shook his head trying to rid his memory of the red eyed, blue haired, girl, capable of conjuring the frosty creations falling around him. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, letting the scent of the cold fill his nostrils, and with it the memories flooded over him.
Nostalgia almost brought him to his knees as he recalled her laugh, like the soft chirp of birds in the spring time, and her tears, which fell in tiny frozen balls. She didn't remember him, but he remembered her, the way she would sit by the window and let the sunlight spill over her pale features. He recalled the way she would reach her tiny fingers out that same window hoping to touch the small birds that landed on the sill.
The wind licked across his cheeks and he felt the wet kisses of snowflakes these he pretended were the remains of never given gifts by that girl. He looked into the sky, the clouds breaking in places, leaving patches of stars, glittering down at him, reminding him of her eyes when that precious girl laughed at the idiot. He felt his heart tighten at the idea of him losing her, especially to the world's most moronic man. He had never had a true chance to let her know what she meant to him. Sure, the unnumbered times he had saved her could be considered confessions of what he felt deep inside, but he would never say the words, he could never say them.
He growled softly, the sound billowing from his lips in a fog, hoping he could the free himself from the pain and the affection that consumed him with the noise, but it had no effect. He had felt pain, had inflicted it upon himself, but this was something he couldn't understand. This overwhelming love and terrifying fear of rejection made him succumb to this hurt created by the restraints he had placed on himself. She would never know that he loved her; she would never know that she would always be protected; she would never know what she meant to him and what she had always meant to him.
He sighed, again resigned to the idea of her smiling forever at the idiot and never at him. A voice jerked him from his thoughts,
"Hiei, it's cold, perhaps we should go back."
The dark haired man smiled at his friend, "Perhaps."
Hiei fell into step next to Kurama. The redhead broke the frosty silence, "You should tell her."
Hiei smiled at the sidewalk, Kurama always seemed to know what he was thinking, "She will never know."
Kurama sighed, but shrugged while Hiei let the ghost kisses of his sister brush his face as they walked toward the laughing voices.