"Everyone gather up in the house! There is quite a huge storm headed by here! Speed up your paces!" She quickly followed where her mother's finger was pointed to. Her eyes went huge as saucers as her family hurried into the utterly small house in the surroundings of tall trees. Animals of all sorts scurried past and went to their secure place. When she was ogling over the cute two bunnies that hopped one after another to their hole not too far from the house, her brother dragged her body inside the house and shut the door. She wondered why she had such an interest towards those animals.

He sighed and ran a hand over his fringe in distress. The both of them calmly strutted down to the living room after to see the all of the family members stare at them with worries. She licked her dry lips and quietly found a seat next to her brother. He flicked her forehead and spoke, "Buttercup, you could have gotten yourself killed if you stood there longer." Her lower lip jutted out into a pout as she pushed him away from her and stood straight. Eyes landed on her body as she sashayed out of the cramped and heated room, turning a corner and walking up the wooden stairs. The harsh wind was heard, whistling loudly as if it were a competition to see who could whistle powerfully. The intense wind got her body trembling since it was freezing. Her hands shot to her arms, rubbing rather harshly to keep warm.

Her feet dragged up another flight of stairs until she reached the second story of the house. She swore she saw a cloud of her own breath appear in front. Jesus, it really is bone-chilling. Maybe it was not convenient to wear shorts at this type of weather. The snow pondered at the window, making it seem like rocks were being catapulted against the sturdy glass. It was hard to see the outside world, but it was all gray out there. The glass was fogged, as she made a smiley face onto the surface. Her lips curved into a grin, but dissipated as soon as it went away. Her tongue swiped over the surface of her plump pink lips as she turned away from the window and stomped into the compact room she had assigned to her. The soft black and white covers of the bed came in contact with her back as she lay with the back of her knees thumping against the edge of the mattress with her legs kicking at something nonexistent. The boring white color of the ceiling concealed by taped-on glow in the dark stars. Although it was not as prettier than the night sky, but it will do. For now.

The storm went on and on for hours and time felt like it ebbed on forever. She tried busying herself with something while cooped up in here, but it seems like there wasn't anything to do at all. The sound of knocking had her flick her eyes to the door. Immediately, her back stuck to the headboard with her legs straight out in front and her hands perfectly folded in her lap. Her brother's voice echoed around the four walls of the room. He leaned against the doorframe, eyeing the atmosphere of the room. "Hey, the family and I are going out to shop for some things all the way back in town. You coming?" She shook her head in response, wanting to finally have some solitude by staying home alone. Her brother nodded and shut the door quietly, hoping not to bother her any longer.

Her mind reverted back to those bunnies springing to their home. Thoughts of worrisome came around her brain. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip as she did not hear him shut the door. She need to clear her mind right now. She swung her legs over the bed and her sock-covered feet met the chilly polished floor. Her legs felt like it was still asleep but she managed to keep trudging over to the door. As her hand touched the doorknob, she discovers that the storm progressed over and her lips parted to heave a sigh. Was she that deaf? Moving on, she stepped into the hallway to hear nothing but her own breathing, The bathroom was just across and two doors down which made the girl groan. Walking. Walking was the problem. A single curse word escaped her mouth and rolled her eyes in disbelief as she continued her journey to the bathroom. Finally at the destination, her hand twisted the knob and pushed the door open. Her mind could not stop thinking about the bunnies. A first to think about something while here, she would say.

Splash! Splash! Splash!

Water droplets descend from her fair pale cheeks, dripping onto the sink with the water running. She halted her breathing as some came into her nose. She really is stupid. Her hand went to shut it off and her other went to rub her face with a towel. As she was done with wiping all her delusions away, her reflection stared back. She seriously looked like a hot mess at the moment. This messy hair, crinkled clothes, and especially—

Crash!

Shatter!

Her movements stopped for a second as noises coming from the hall came into her hearing range. Her hand dropped the towel onto the towel rack as she silently opened up the door without a creak to be heard. Darting left and right, there was nothing to be found. It felt like she was going insane or something like that. Instead, a cute bunny with black fur popped right in front of her feet. Unconsciously, she let out a coo at the adorable being. Her eyebrows furrowed at the sudden noise that came out. Her knees bent enough to get close to the bunny and the animal sprung into her arms lovingly. The creature's expression was obviously shocked, but it shown that it was… frightened? Her legs instantly straighten and made a beeline back to the bedroom. She gently set the animal down on the ground next to the bed and turned her back to look for something useful in the closet a few feet away. A lively deep groan was heard and it stopped her once again.

Chills ran down her spine as an unknown husky voice was perceived. "I apologize for intruding your home, miss. The door was open and I wanted to explore—" He paused for a slight moment as her body whirled to her bed and the head sticking out meant trouble. She could not handle a man or boy at the moment! The mysterious male stared at back at her, their gazes locking at an instant. It felt like time went in slow motion one more time. The walls of silence broke as her voice awkwardly reverberated off. His eyes tore away from hers as he fiddled with his fingers placed over his lap. The black-haired stranger was noiseless and docile, but he had striking features. To be fairly honest, she could not say whether or not she have fallen head over heels for him. She was not just the type to fall that effortlessly without someone proving to her that they are worth having the relationship.

Within the blink of an eye, her figure was kneeling down to his eye level and she noticed that he was shirtless. Her cheeks did not flush red since she was so used to seeing her brother without a top many times. "What's your name?" He blinked at her for improper use of formalities. Rolling her eyes, she took a hold of his bigger hands and firmly held in her small, warm ones. Surprisingly, his hands were freezing cold. "I'm not going to repeat myself, you know." The way his dark green orbs got mesmerized in hers, it was a first for the opposite sex to finally give a good look at her like that. She would usually turn her back against them as soon as they first laid eyes. This time felt different. It was so out of this world. A fluttering sensation appeared at the pit of her stomach. Definitely a new feeling.

"Butch," he breathed out for as it seems as an eternity came to an end. She released his hands to run a hand through her green ombre hair. Butch's eyes were so innocent-looking and that it seemed like he won't taint a soul. Right when her guard was down, that's when she felt his warm lips connect with her delicate ones. She was taken aback. His hands went to the nape of her neck, drawing her in more. As if it was an instinct, she tilted her head to the side. Butch's lips worked so perfectly well in sync and she has not noticed the way she slinked into his lap, digging her slender fingers into his black locks. The both of them enjoyed every second and every minute, not until a wave of nausea washed over. Butch was a stranger she just met for ten minutes, for God's sake.

She did not want this feeling. Her heart refused to experience heartbreak again. Butch pulled away and so did his once-cold hands as her body left his. She wanted to apologize to him, but kept staring at the nightstand while her lips were sealed tight, and avoided all eye contact with him at all costs. She eventually stood and left, the sound of the door being shut completely. The male sighed and sat on the bed, inhaling the scent of vanilla on the covers. Was it something he did wrong? Did he actually fuck up for the first time? His lips were in a firm line, deciding if he should go after her or not. Alternatively, Butch's bare back hit the mattress with his arms sprawled on the sides of him. The thing that interested him was that the stars in the ceiling began to glow.

A/N: I was trying a new concept for angst about two months ago and I think I slayed it. As for this fanfic, I thought it was time to bring back the old God/Goddess concept and plot again. For those who have read Divinity Game of Love, you will love this story... hopefully xD