When he first saw her, the first image that came to his mind was a porcelain doll. A perfect child; one that had no flaws and never broke.
(but they break too easily and she's not perfect)
She's pale as snow, frozen, shivering and pulling a tattered blanket around her form, trying desperately to hang on to life, lips corpse blue.
(she's beautiful like that, so fragile and so strong)
And he can't help but stare, as she shudders and whimpers, not noticing him.
(and he somehow knows her; or should)
Then she looks up and he stares into ebony eyes, sad, venerable and utterly hopeless.
("You have the same eyes as me")
She's a Winter Girl; not of this world and can never be.
(but that never mattered; he would die frozen in her embrace if he had to)
He has to go to work, but leaves his lunch by her side.
(not knowing it doesn't help, she's already long gone)
It touches her and he finds small miracles around him.
(the cold hasn't touched him in a month and he still sees her)
One day he finds her chained up to a post, weeping and hanking on the iron chain.
(the iron burns her and that's when he knows)
She shouldn't have kissed him, but it had hurt and, maybe, she actually cared.
(he has frostbite, yet goes home happy)
His wife begins to fret that he is sick, because she's never seen him like this before.
(blue, weather worn, and fingers begging to be torn off and still going)
The girl is still there in his mind and embrace.
(she's warm for the first time in centuries and yet it doesn't hurt)
His wife finds them and cries for the priest.
(she's beaten back and they ignore his cries; he's faerie muddled after all and doesn't speak sense)
He refuses to eat and no one can pull him out of it.
(he dies in the winter crying out for his true love)
The girl gives birth to a child and a family with strange abilities springs up.
(she leaves the child alone and wanders the world searching for her lover)
Centuries later, a man sees a poor, cold boy in the snow.
(he's a killer, killed many and yet can't look away)
Eyes like ebony, sad, venerable, and the face of a girl.
("You have the same eyes as me")
And he doesn't leave alone him in the cold.
("I know you")
-end-
Yes...I'm bored. Random inspiration. Thank Mistress of Sarcasm for this little one; I love how she writes things out and they seem so right! Go check her out!
This is sorta a past development of Haku's bloodline; using the Winter Girl idea from Melissa Marr's Wicked Lovely(totally awesome book) and a sad love story, that sort of plays on the tragic lovers theme. And, yes, this is my-late-Christmas fic. Cookies for reviewers!
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto! Jeez...I wouldn't be here if I did...
-Love Psycho Dec 26 2008