Waah

Waah! Sorry for such late updates! My parents took away all of my manga, and I'm prohibited to buy/read any until I get my average to a 90! Of course, that isn't going to take down ole' Sachie-san! (I'm secretly borrowing manga from the library and hiding it between my mattresses. Talk about going obsession.)

S n o w f l a k e s is now officially a series! Hooray! (It was originally a oneshot. )

Please enjoy! (O)

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F l u r r i e s

before the snow began to fall…

"Thank-you! I hope you'll consider my idea of cosplaying characters from UkiDoki for our next event!" Renge laughed giddily, and bowed. She gazed at Tamaki's nervous face, as if rejecting her answer would death by Medusa. The others seemed to be amusing themselves by doodling in their notebooks, where they were supposed to be taking "notes", or by taking a nap. Hikaru studied the pleased face carefully, soaking up some of her genuine happiness, and secretly hid the fact that he knew that Kyouya had only listened to her presentation to humor her.

Renge smiled widely, and sauntered over to the sofa's that were located off to the side of the table, and plopped down. She reached into the large pocket of her yellow uniform dress and gingerly pulled out a small coral pink gaming console, presumably a Nintendo DS, or a GameBoy. She pulled the stylus out of the side pocket, inserted a game into the top, and plugged a pair of white earphones into the side.

All right, it's a DS. Hikaru noted mentally. I wish I was sitting down and playing a DS right now, instead of being at this stupid "conference." He gazed at Kaoru, who was scribbling away madly in his notebook, sketching an intricate picture of two people kissing. One was of a boy, Hikaru guess that it was Kaoru, and the other was of a girl with short hair and thinly rimmed glasses.

I wonder if Kaoru still has a crush on Haruhi. Hikaru mused as he gingerly picked up his pen and twirled it around with his index and middle finger. Kyouya had just gone up front and was explaining how Haruhi's debt had increased by a couple of thousand dollars because she had smashed a seemingly 'priceless' plate. (Actually, it was something that Tamaki had picked up at the "Commoner's store", it cost virtually nothing.)

Renge was humming an upbeat tune, and giggled relentlessly. Her face turned red.

She's probably playing that stupid UkiDoki game again. Hikaru thought, his pen making a harsh contact with the lined paper. He began to sketch the outlines of a particular boy named 'Hikaru', stabbing a particular online Kyouya look-alike. He glanced up at Renge, who was bashfully muttering things to herself such as, "Oh, I'd love to go out to dinner, Miyabi-kun!" or an "I really don't deserve you, Miyabi-kun!" followed by an excited giggle. Hikaru frowned.

The pen contacted with paper again, this time flourishing splashes of blood flowing freely from the body that had just been impaled. Hikaru smirked. He glanced to look at his brother's drawing, almost to compare their artistic talents. Kaoru was now staring dreamily at the vice-president, occasionally stopping to sketch a little detail onto his picture. Actually, the supposed 'girl' in Kaoru's picture was actually starting too look a lot like Kyouya.

Hikaru blinked.

Kaoru smiled at his brother, playfully pushing his arm away from the notebook, attempting to catch a glimpse of his brother's picture. His smile curled downwards into a hurt frown, his lips slightly trembling. Hikaru's brow creased. "What--?" He whispered, but stopped mid-phrase.

Kaoru had probably thought that Hikaru was stabbing Kyouya in the picture. Hikaru blushed and turned to a different page, avoiding his brother's questioning looks.

Renge squirmed in her chair, and let out an exasperated squeal. Hikaru flipped back to the previous page, picked up his pen and began to perfect the wisps in his tasseled hair. He finished the majestic folds in his shirt, and put the pen down. Renge had paused her game and was now staring at Hikaru furiously scribbling away at his drawing. Damn that Miyabi. He growled in his head. As surge of jealous raced through his body, he stood up, whipped the pen at the window (almost hitting Renge in the head, which wouldn't have been pretty,) and plopped back down into his seat.

The whole room was staring at him.

"What…?" Hikaru grumbled, running a hand through his hair. Tamaki cleared his throat, and said, "As I was saying…' he shot a questioning look at the steaming Hitachiin, "you are now dismissed. As for you, Haruhi…" He smiled charmingly. "You father must escort you home." Haruhi scoffed, stood up, grabbed her jacket and bag from the chair, and started for the door. "No."

"But Haruhiiii." Tamaki whined, also grabbing his belongings and speeding after his 'daughter'. On that note, everybody began to pack their things up and leave the room.

Just as Hikaru was about to leave the room, somebody grabbed his sleeve. "Look, Kaoru, not now—" He started, expecting to see his brother. Instead, somebody else had caught his arm. Distressed eyes met sparkling, curious ones.

"Renge…?"

"Look, can I speak with you for a moment?" The otaku tugged his sleeve, and led him back over to the window.

"What's wrong?" Her eyes searched his features, as he blushed. Naturally, he turned away from her interrogating stare.

"Nothing."

"You can't just say "nothing" after whipping a pen at the window." Renge shot back as she pressed her hand against the cold windowpanes. Snow was just beginning to fall on the courtyard, gracefully bestowing flakes onto the heads and coats of the students that were being dismissed from the school.

"Eh."

"No, really. Tell me the truth."

Hikaru sighed. The truth is, I'm jealous of Miyabi-kun. The truth is, I wish I made you as happy as he did to you. The truth is, I really hate myself for being jealous of a person who isn't even real, hate myself for being so mean to you sometimes, and hate it that I can't even look you in the face.

"I just remembered that I forgot my…homework. In my locker." He slowly turned to look back at the girl, his heart pounding wildly. "But that's fine."

"Are you sure…?" Renge was slipping on her beige jacket, and was placing her ever-so-loved DS into the pocket. Hikaru nodded wearily and put his deep blue jacket over his uniform. He pulled a pair of blue earmuffs out, and put them over his ears.

"Stupid otaku." He muttered as he left the room.

"HEY!" Renge called out as she swung the grand doors open, and dashed down the hall to catch up with the Hitachiin.

As they ran outside, the flurries swirled lazily around them, covering them with fat, glistening flakes.

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I really hoped you guys liked that! And I hope that this gives you an idea of why Renge kept Hikaru after school for a moment.

I'd also like to thank Jazyrha for the 'Hikaru getting jealous of Miyabi' aspect of the story! Therefore she gets some KyouKao fluff! Haha! (O)