SNOWFLAKE

sumeragi sui.

Disclaimers: Sorata-kun, Arashi-san, X all copyright CLAMP-o! ^_^

Warnings: Uh, none ^^;; Actually, well… this is sort of a one-sided Sorashi fic, if that counts as a warning. ^ ^;;

Notes: Finally taking a break from pairings of the Sumeragi twins and trying to regain inspiration for my other stories and figuring out whether I should even continue them or not, so I'm writing a Sorashi one-shot. It will probably turn out as a rather short ficlet, actually ^ ^;; This is my first attempt at Sorashi, so I apologize if it's as bad as it seems to me. ^_~ Please enjoy anyway, and review if you liked it =]

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A pale white face, yet still full of vibrant brilliance. Icy eyes that looked through him, seeing all of his idiocy but none of his kindness. Her name meant tempest, and her tranquil, silent demeanor refused to display it. She had neither the time nor patience to deal with such nonsense.

He would protect her, he was destined to do so, destined by the stars. But he held no concern for the petty prophecies of fate. He loved her, a true emotion, and she denied him the pleasure of having that feeling returned.

Time and time again the vile voices lingering in the depths of his mind called him foolish, trivial little names, but he nonetheless struggled to ignore their warnings… but they were a part of him, and he knew it was rather naïve of him to think them incorrect. Those tiny voices, they had truth in their words, and although he fought to reassure himself, he did nothing to exterminate them. They remained in his head, haunting him with ghostly reproach.

Fully defined lips that refused to don a simple smile. She gave no notice to the feeble attempts at benevolent compassion. She disregarded him each time he weakly formed a joke in a meaningless pursuit to amuse her. He found her beautiful and alluring; she thought him a fool of every degree.

Her hair, glimmering raven straight tresses that resembled those of an immaculate, yet lifeless doll. But still he found her as emotionless as the doll, although he didn't like to voice it out loud. He had made another insignificant endeavor at flattering her, but she glared at him coldly with those stony eyes that bore nothing but sheer indifference towards him.

And yet he still drudged away for her, for her to do something more than just stare at him, eyes blinking only occasionally, as if looking at a moronic child.

He took a small lock of her hair and gently held it to his lips as he frailly made his confession. He was living in constant fear, fear of rejection, fear of hatred, fear of her feeling absolutely nothing for him, not even disgust.

She looked at him, and for the first time he did not see scorn or disdain, but a pained look.

I don't want to fall in love with you.

She said nothing but her eyes gave a sign. Yet it was a sign he had not yet learned to interpret, and he took it as dismissal, something final and unchangeable.

Why.

She looked away from him, sensing his unspoken hurt, as three men burst in calling for his name. He grinned sheepishly as they apologized for interrupting, looking around and finding her hidden away, back towards him.

Because you will die for me.

Despite all she'd denied, all she'd suppressed, all the feelings she had tried to force down to protect her heart, she let herself take the strand of hair he had held and kissed moments before and smiled, holding it to her own lips.

Because I love you.

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an icy beauty
a tender snowflake
bittersweet,
yet gentle
falling
from the heavens

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