This is gonna be a two shot but I'm not gonna post the other chapter till either later on today or tomorrow. Oh, and also, HAPPY NEW YEARS and all that. Yay, finally reached 2015. Note the enthusiasm. Well, anyway please leave a Review and Favorite! Farewell and Enjoy!
-let there be midnight
ME NO own FAIRY TAIL
Snow's Flower
There were many things that he disliked, so many things that got under his skin and crawled like worms uncomfortably beneath the surface, things he cannot list, things he cannot write, they were just there and he knew them in his mind like that back of his hand and the color of his hair, but there will always be that one thing that set him on edge.
He hated the cold like a cat who hates water, he hated it with every fiber in his body and more, but at the moment, for some strange reason he didn't mind, he didn't mind at all that he was lying in the embodiment of his hatred.
And he was numb, at least he thought. But that was okay, everything was okay at the moment even his worst enemy was okay. He just didn't seem to care.
He laid in the snow starring up into the white cloudless sky where the source of light came from, but no sun showed. Trees towered at the edge of his vision, tall and looming with their bark a dark brown and their branches leafless and covered with snow.
And he wasn't cold, he wasn't cold at all. It was strange, but he welcomed it.
Maybe it was because of his fire magic, he mused as a soft smile slipped on his face at the thought. Maybe that's why he wasn't so cold because his magic protected him against the frigid weather, and it made sense too, but the soft smile didn't last long as he suddenly frowned. Igneel had taught him that magic, and Igneel had left him just a few months prior, he was all on his own and that worried him some.
He didn't like being on his own, he wanted someone else there with him, and he wanted Igneel there most of all, but his father had left, leaving him all alone and leaving him the snow.
He sighed, a soft white cloud of steam escaping from his lips and flew up until it was no more, until it merged with the clouds above him.
Perhaps, he thought, snow wasn't all that bad. It wasn't outrages like the fire he liked, but it was calm and soothing and white. The leaves didn't whisper like they would in the summer for there was none, and they were no sounds of their falling like in the autumn since they had already fallen and died, nor did they sing when came spring. They were silent and deaf for they were absent for the season. Another thing he liked was that the animals didn't scurry around as much as they did in all the other seasons. Everything was quiet and dead and still and it relaxed him.
He distantly thought that this was better than the summer which was strange for someone like him, and it was especially strange that he was lying in knee deep snow in just tattered shorts and a scaly scarf, but it was no matter to him.
He blinked when snow started to fall, his consciousness going numb for a moment.
He was far too out of it to realize that the hunger that gnawed at his stomach had weakened his magic to the point of no use, so the reason why he wasn't feeling cold was nothing to do with it. He was just so weak and grew far too cold to the point of becoming numb from head to toe, he didn't even notice his fingertips and toes that were tainted blue or how pale he was and the fever that was raging on in his head. He noticed none of this for he was far too gone and any help that would come would probably not make it in time since the cold was slowly digging its claws into the young boy who was oblivious to it all.
A bubble of laughter escaped him as he watched the snow fall. He smiled.
He wanted Igneel there with him.
He wanted to watch the snow.
He wished Igneel wouldn't have left him.
Maybe the snow would bury him?
He wanted Igneel to tell him a story.
He felt the sudden urge to sleep.
He wanted to play in the snow.
He always thought that fish looked funny.
That old man starring down at him looked funny.
He giggled up at the old man that he had not notice come into sight, not finding it weird for the old face to suddenly come to his vision and frown down at him in worry, but he didn't care as he giggled happily at the old face and smiled.
His last thoughts before he succumbed to the darkness that surrounded him were, I wonder if he likes the snow just as much as me.
The rosy haired child closed his eyes and let the numbness of his body take him over, never once thinking that his life was in danger. He felt like he was in complete and utter bliss.
Yes, the snow was his "friend".