Well, the impossible has happened. I wrote a fic. Well, ficlet. This must be my
Christmas miracle. Oh don't get excited yet, it probably sucks. (There's a reason I don't
write, you know?) This is honestly, my *first* fic ever and I'm pretty much posting this
just to have *something* under my name. I'm an artist not a writer. ^_^ But it's the
holidays and I felt the urge to try something.
Written with the couple of Youji and Aya in mind, my favorite pair.
Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz is property of Takehito Koyasu and associated parties. I don't own
any of its characters, I just abuse them with my crappy writing.
Notes: There is no plot what-so-ever. It's super short as I ended it as soon as the chance
presented itself. I'm lucky I got it done. After mindlessly typing this out, I realized
everything is rather vague, and the reader actually needs to be familiar with WK and its
characters to see the point of this story at all. So, think of it as just as
"something that happened", rather than a story with any actual purpose. ^_^;
Snow Angels
by Lady Gackt
Snow had fallen heavily the night before and into early morning, blanketing the city in a
foot of white powder. But it was early afternoon now and the clear white that had covered
the sidewalks this morning had turned to dirty, gray slush making the city look drearier
than it should be even with all its steel and concrete. In the busier shopping districts,
the holiday lights and crowded streets managed to dispel some of the gloom.
Aya's aimless route unconsciously avoided those streets. The strong wind had been biting
at his face since he had left his apartment an hour ago. He probably should have worn a
scarf, but the cold didn't bother him that much so he just continued on his walk with his
gloved hands in the pockets of his leather coat.
His walk lead him to an iron gate that indicated the entrance to a park. Directing his
steps onto one of the small tree-lined paths, he eventually reached a small clearing. He
stopped at the smooth expanse of white, pure and untouched that met him. No, not
completely untouched. The brightness of the white snow was almost blinding and Aya had to
squint his eyes a bit before he noticed the small playground off to the left where some
children were playing. But even their play and random treading had not stained or
disturbed the whiteness.
Aya stood there, not walking any farther. The wind had picked up, sweeping into his red
locks and blowing harshly against his skin, but Aya did not notice as he just stood gazing
at the clear, white perfection..."Umph!"
A big, fluffy snowball had hit him on the shoulder. Stunned, Aya just stared as a little
boy a few meters away giggled into his blue mittens.
"Onii-san, let's have a snowball fight!"
At the child's invitation, Aya's eyes widened to something akin to horror and he spun
around to flee the park, retreat back into the anonymity of the gray-stained slush on the
busy sidewalks. He had taken about two blind steps before he ran into a wool-covered
chest. Startled, he looked up to meet a pair of amused green eyes.
"You're not gonna let that that lil brat get away with that are you, Aya?" Youji
asked with a grin.
Aya could see the challenging smirk in the green eyes that peeped out over the sunglasses.
Feeling his face heat up a bit, he forced his frown into place and was about to step
around Youji when the blonde grabbed his wrist, pulling him toward the clearing again.
"Oi, don't tell me you two are afraid of a snow fight with us little kids!" One
of the older and bolder kids shouted.
"C'mon, Aya!" Youji urged, now dragging him forward by the elbow. "Don't
get so cocky yet, kid! We're bigger, stronger, and better-dressers so get ready for a
snowball pummelin'!"
"Yeah, you're OLD, too! Ojii-san~! Ojii-san~!" The kid yelled back, the other
kids daring to join in on the taunt after seeing the boldness of their friend.
"Alright, that's it!! Cover me, Aya!" With that, Youji stepped forward and bent
down, starting to pat together a formidable looking snowball.
Seeing that their baiting hooked in some new playmates, the children quickly raced to
gather more ammunition.
Aya stood there still blinking and a little at loss of the situation Youji had suddenly
gotten him into.
"Aya, what are you doing? Help me, I'm gettin' killed here!" came Youji's
muffled yell when he was attacked by a barrage of flying snowballs.
~~~~~~
The cloudy sky had darkened considerably, making the snow-filled clearing almost seem to
glow in the early evening.
"We have to go home now, onii-san! Thanks for playing with us!" With that, the
victorious troop ran off, leaving their two exhausted opponents lying in the park
surrounded--and pretty much covered--by the cold and wet remains of their defeat.
The wind had subsided and snow began to lightly fall again.
"Goddammit, I am NOT old."
Lying half buried in the fluffy white powder, Aya hid a smile.
~Owari~
Tada! The shortest fic ever! Well, maybe not shortest, but I'm sure you feel more ripped
off cuz there wasn't even any shounen-ai. Ohhhh, but it's there. You know it's there. I
wrote it after all. X)
Could it lack any less plot? This was suppose to be somewhat angsty and symbolic, but came
across kinda fluffy...=/ I have absolutely no idea what I'm doing.
Disappointed? Ah well, don't worry, this is probably the first and last fic you will ever
see from me. ^_^
Happy New Year!
::love to all the great fic writers out there::
Lady Gackt
ladygackt@onebox.com
http://www.geocities.com/ladygackt