A/N: Sorry, it's been a long time. This is one of those don't-fit-anywhere-in-the-storyline sort of fic and a too-late snow-story .
Disclaimers: These characters aren't mine.
Summary: The first time Hiei encountered snow in the Ningenkai, he was furious with Kurama.
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The First Snowfall
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The first time Hiei experienced snow in the Ningenkai, he was furious with Kurama.
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As soon as the window was open, his hand was on the other's throat, propelling them both forward until the wall stopped their motion. Kurama's hand twitched, but made no attempt to dislodge the fire demon's hold. One part of his mind noted their already apparent difference in heights; he knew it was a memory he would most definitely laugh at when he remembers. He shooed the thought away – now was not the time to be humorous. He was about to ask, when Hiei growls, "Make it stop."
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His green eyes become shaded briefly by long, red lashes, once, twice, incomprehension making him speechless, and panic maybe just a bit, being mostly a barely-teenager who was only barely-aware of who he had been in the past life, "Make what stop?
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The grip pulled, and he was separated from the wall a bit, before being slammed back not-too-gently. "Seriously, if you just keep growling, Hiei, I won't get you."
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"That."
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"That..."the redhead turned his head as much as he could without blocking out more oxygen, eyed the scenery outside and mustered up whatever Hiei-speak he had learned thus far. "By that, you mean... snow?"
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The tightening of the hand on his throat affirmed this, "And how do you think am I connected to this?"
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Hiei seemed to falter, but when his mind was made up, there rarely any changing it, "Don't f* with me -"But the redhead genuinely looked puzzled, amused even, and like... he was trying not to laugh? His grip slackened.
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Kurama brushed the hand off, headed to the window to close it – his nose was starting to freeze – then turned to face the smaller male, "Yes?"
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Hiei didn't reply, merely brushed the already melting flakes off his cloak. The fact that he didn't even mind being closed in with him made one of Kurama's brows raise, "Makai only has select places that snow; and the snow doesn't stop in those places, am I right? And... does your fire demon heritage make you averse to snow?"
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..Not quite the whole story. There were still truths to be found out (-to be shared, perhaps, once they've begun to trust each other?) between the both of them, after all.
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Today, Kurama wakes up when his mother comes in the room, hot chocolate in hand. He thanks her as he receives it, asks for another mug. When she returns, he is almost asleep again, head on his arms on the table, steaming mug in hand, and she comments on how chilly his room is, eyes the window meaningfully. He grins – the only teenager habit he picked up (and wielded), Shiori thinks – and sips his drink slowly instead of saying anything. She smiles, shakes her head and pats her son on the shoulder on the way out.
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He is totally asleep now, when light footsteps sound on his sill. The window slides shut, carefully, and cloths rustle before a black cloak, just slightly damp, covers his shoulders.
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Nothing like conflicts to get to know a person better. Hope you enjoyed it! Feedback/corrections appreciated-25c