-Haru's POV-
Yuki reminds me of freshly fallen snow. So pure, so innocent, so perfect.
You want to go out and enjoy it, but you're afraid to. You don't want to disturb it, because you already like it the way it is.
But eventually, you get the courage to take the steps out there, and then you're glad you did.
I'm watching out my window right now. It's snowing again.
This reminds me of once when I was younger, when Yuki still lived at the main house.
It had snowed really hard the night before and there was at least a foot of snow on the ground. I had been walking back to my house after seeing Hatori, when I had scraped myself up pretty bad after turning black.
I was walking back when I suddenly felt snow hit the back of my neck. It stayed for a while and slowly slid down my back. Shuddering, I turned around to see who my attacker was, and was greeted by Yuki's smiling face.
I blinked for a moment, then grinned rather evilly and picked up some snow in my own hand, forming it into a ball.
I chased the nezumi for a quite a while, seeing as Yuki has always been faster than me. But the one thing the ox has always had over the rat is stamina, and eventually his endurance wore out. I finally caught him and, not expecting him to slow down so fast, I had crashed into him and we both fell over into the foot-deep snow.
Exhausted, we had both laid there for a while, just talking.
I wish things were like that now.
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Heh. Sorry it's so short everyone. :P I just did this out of boredom and a random desire to write something semi-serious for once. Bah.
