Just a little something... popped into my head during our first snowfall of the year.
Krad, Daisuke, Satoshi, and Dark were in the great outdoors. The sky was coating Azumano with a thick blanket of soft, white snow. They trailed through the park, minding the substantial piles that were forming; the trees awash with frozen dew.
'Ah…' Krad thought, staring at the dancing crystals. 'It's so peaceful. So beautiful. And yet…'
Golden eyes darted to the right, locking onto the dancing Phantom Thief. WHUP! "Ahh!" "Got ya, Dai! Ahahaha!"
'…so dreadful.'
The violet-haired offender continued to frolic gaily, pelting his former wing host and laughing wickedly. Krad turned away, ignoring the commotion and letting the clean, frigid air chill his lungs. His eyes flashed open. The thief stood in front of him, grinning stupidly. He sighed.
"Dark, what are you doing?" Wild eyes smirked. "Makin' a snow angel."
Shove. Squeak. WHUMP.
"Get it?!"
Krad sat up angrily, shaking snow out of his hair. "Why, you —! Damn fool! You're going to get it!"
Krad wasted no time as he launched himself straight at Dark's knees, bowling over the cackling angel. He straddled him.
"Why, Krad—I do declare!"
"Shut up!"
The blonde grabbed a fistful of snow. Then the front of dark's pants. The thief waggled his eyebrows.
"Whatchya doooin'?" Krad smiled.
"Making snowballs."
fin.
Yes, I'm still alive. But full-time jobs and writers' blocks are really not conducive to hypergraphia. Unless you're Stephen King. Bastard.
For those awaiting updates for my other stories (or, at least, for To Be Free), I do try, as I myself hate it when stories are unfinished. Honestly, I haven't written much lately. The thing I wrote last before this drabble was a short Death Note-Bleach crossover crackfic over a year ago that I couldn't quite hash out all the way.
Well, as a lawnmower says, " I de-grass..."
JJ
