Cold.
It was cold... and it was blanketed with nothing but a heavy sheet of white.
Nothing but just an endless range of white.
That was all Green could really see... until a familiar figure came into view.
It was Red.
Red was a fiery color. The color of a blaze. An almost undefined color.
A color of passion.
But Green couldn't say if Red was passionate about anything other than battling. He always showed little to no interest in anything.
Green approached him, the snow crunching underneath his boots, barely audible over the restless and unforgiving winds and his swirling thoughts.
"Hey," the brunette simply uttered out, handing Red a scarf. "You're still not dead?"
He tried to make some kind of small talk. Some form of communication. But Red only gave him vacant stares, and tiny nods.
Say something...
Green was getting frustrated.
He aimlessly continued their "conversation", although he was pratically convinced that he was just talking to himself.
His frustration was on the rise and the cold was only making it worse.
That's it, he thought.
He couldn't take it anymore.
"Whatever. I'm leaving." Green turned away.
Someone stopped him. Someone had held him back.
Red.
What was this all of a sudden?
Green wanted to pull away. He wanted to get away... but he just couldn't. His body was frozen in place. Not from the snow and cruel winds, but because his heart would not allow him to move.
He turned to look at the dark haired male and without a word, or even a second thought, Green suddenly found his lips against the other's. A kiss... To his surprise, Red had kissed back. The kiss in return was passionate. Something Green that he would never feel.
The two pulled away and the brunette couldn't help but to smile.
Cold. It was cold. For that second, it was as if the snow could have melted away.
a/n : I write stuff like this when I get tired. Like tired. Which is like almost all the time. orz I can't really say much here except "Wow I wrote some fluff." LOL. But again... Thanks for reading.
-Remi