Snow
Chapter 1: Kubota
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"Kubo-chan! Get out here!" Tokito's voice comes through the wood of my door, acoompanied by his pounding on my door.
"Hai, hai, I'm coming." I finish drying my skin, pulling on a pair of boxers, followed by jeans. I pull the door open, frowning lightly at the young man standing in my doorway. Tokito is dressed in swets and a loose t-shirt, his right hand missing the glove that usually sheathed it. "What's going on?"
"Look!" He grabs my wrist in a light grip, dragging me to the glass doors before our balcony. Fat white flakes are falling from a grey sky, coating the city in a blanket of innocence. Tokito is watching the snow, his violet eyes dark with fear.
I feel a small smile cross my lips as I struggle not to laugh at him. "That's snow, Tokito."
"Snow?"
"Yes." I slide the door to the balcony open, leading him out onto it. "Come on."
He watches the flakes falling from the sky, watching as they land on his skin, melting immediately. "Woah."
I nod at him, holding out a hand, letting the flakes fall onto the palm. He copies me, holding out his right hand, watching as the snowflakes stick to the fur that covers his hand. He pads over to a small pile of snow, sticking his bare foot in. He quickly withdraws it, shouting.
"It's COLD!"
"Of course it's cold. It's snow."
"What is snow?"
"Frozen water."
"So it's ice."
"Something like that." I laugh. I suddenly get an idea and head back inside. I grab a long sleeved black shirt from my closet, pulling it on. I tap a cigarette from the box on my dresser, sliding it between my lips. I light it, then walk back outside to the balcony. I pause in the doorway, smiling at Tokito. He is squatting beside a gathering pile of snow, poking it with a finger. I hold out my arm to the falling snow, letting several flakes accumulate on the black cloth. "Hey, Tokito, come here."
He comes to my side, looking at the white snowflakes that are sitting on the cloth. His eyes widen with amazement as he starts to see the detail of the tiny flakes. "Wow. . .Kubo-chan. . . they look like flowers!"
"Yes. They are six pedaled flowers." I smile down at him as he looks up at me.
"They're pretty."
"See? Snow isn't something to be scared of, now is it?"
"No. . ." Tokito looks up into the falling snow. "Why is it snowing?"
"Because it's winter. It's almost Christmas."
"Christmas?"
"I'll let Kasai explain that to you."
"Oh." Tokito smiles, looking out at the snow. "I like snow."
"Yes. It is good weather for stew."
"Stew?"
"Come on inside and I'll make it for you."
"All right!" Tokito runs inside and I follow him, sliding the balcony door shut.
The glass door rattles as I shut it, shutting the cold, cruel world outside, trapping in my. . . our small apartment happiness and warmth. Tokito is already in the kitchen, banging around with the pots and pans.
"Hey! Kubo-chan! What do we need?"
"Get the vegetables from the refridgerator. Get. . . celery and carrots."
"Okay!" He runs to the refridgerator and I smile, shaking my head slightly.
Together, we start to make the stew, letting it steep so the whole apartment is full of the smell of warm stew. Tokito gives up halfway through, bored with the cooking and heads off to play video games with Shouta, who had arrived earlier. I smile to myself, stubbing my cigarette out, lighting another one, stirring the stew. This is happiness, I believe, something I have been longing for my entire life.
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A/N: Um. . .first Wild Adapter fic! ^_^
Anyways, I hope you like it.