A/N: Now it's Magiranger, Hikaru/Urara, another one of my favorites! There are some Japanese words used here so if you don't know what they mean, don't be afraid to ask me!
"You have got to be kidding me!" Kai exclaims loudly, startling the others. Urara looks up from where she was braiding Houka's hair to show him her disproving face.
"Inside voice, right Kai?" she reminds him, somewhat frostily. He gives her a hesitant smile but still rolls his eyes at her response. However, he knows better than to get into such a pointless fight, especially at such a time.
"What is it this time?" Tsubasa asks, his voice bored and not tearing his eyes from the paper in front of him. He has been staring at it intently for the past half-hour and Urara wonders what could be so interesting to him.
"I'd like to know to," volunteers Urara, "to know what it is that made you talk so loudly."
"It wasn't that loud," Kai protests, to the amusement of the others. He pouts, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yes it was," intervenes Houka dreamily, staring off into space as her sister continues to braid her hair together in an intricate pattern.
"I was just saying that because Hikaru-sensei said he had never seen a lights display," explains Kai, pointing to the older man who was sitting at the table with his fingers laced together. "And I found that hard to believe."
"Well when would I have found the time?" Hikaru points out, a gentle smile on his lips as he gazes at the red Magiranger. "And where would I have seen it anyway?"
"That's valid," agrees Tsubasa, still transfixed by the paper. Before the others can address the fact, Makito pokes his head into the room, dragging his bag behind him and throwing it on the chair next to Hikaru. He ends up sitting on it, sighing heavily.
"What's wrong nii-san?" Urara looks at him, concerned. There's some snow caught in his dark hair and it spills on his green winter coat.
"Na! You're melting!" Kai exclaims, pointing to where the snow is starting to melt onto the floor in small puddles of water.
"Work was brutal," Makito mutters, ignoring his little brother's statement. "And it's so cold too!" But then he brightens, sitting up straighter. "I did see some light displays that were pretty awesome though."
"I bet they were," Tsubasa comments dryly, putting a pencil in his mouth. "We were actually just talking about that."
"What?" Makito looks confused as Urara takes his jacket to hang up. "Work?"
"No, light displays!" Kai replies, arms crossed. "Hikaru-sensei has never seen any and we need to take him out!" The green Magiranger raises an eyebrow at his little brother's idea but warms up to it immediately. When he looks over to his younger sister however, he sees her smile is a little forced.
Then he realizes. Urara is obviously so in love with their sensei that it's crazy he hasn't noticed. And she wants to be the one to show him such simple beauty.
"Why doesn't Urara take him out?" he suggests, smiling. Urara blushes a little at her brother's choice of words but doesn't want to refuse such a tempting offer. She looks to Hikaru, wondering what he will think. And how he will react to him being spoken about as if he's not even in the room. He's not too fond of that.
"I'd like that," Hikaru says, smiling at her. She feels her cheeks heat up more. "We won't have to set it up or anything, right?"
Kai barks out a laugh. "Wow sensei, you really are clueless!" Urara rolls her eyes and inclines her head at Hikaru.
"How sweet!" Houka squeals, raising a hand to feel the braid Urara had just finished. Her fingers run over her sister's smooth work. "It's great imoto-chan!"
Urara grins at her sister and tries to calm the butterflies starting to form in her stomach as she realizes that she will be looking at Christmas lights with her sensei. How romantic. "Come on, let's get our coats."
Twenty minutes later, they were on the sidewalk, going over to a nearby neighborhood that Urara remembers always has a dazzling set up.
A gust of wind blows across their path and she shiver slightly, huddling deeper into her blue coat. It's freezing outside, Makito wasn't kidding. There's a slight snow falling, not enough to cover the ground entirely but enough to make it look like there may be a white Christmas.
"Are you cold?" Hikaru asks her as she once again shivers. She shakes her head, smiling at him as they cross the street. There are other people out and about, probably for the same reason they are-to look at the beautiful lights.
"No, I'm fine." She reaches into her pocket for her gloves but comes up empty-handed. Frowning, she fishes in her other pocket, realizing then she left them at home. "Maji desu ka!"
"What's wrong?" the other asks immediately, looking at her in concern. She sighs, her breath coming out in a small puff that fades away into the darkening night.
"It's nothing, I just forgot my gloves at home," she explains. "It's not a big deal." But now that she knows for fact she doesn't have them, it's making them feel that much colder as the snow continues to fall lightly.
"Here." Hikaru pulls off his gloves and hands them out to her, waiting for her to take them. As sweet as that is, Urara doesn't want him to feel the cold because of her own foolishness.
"No, no, that's okay. I'll be okay," she protests, even as her teeth chatter slightly. Hikaru has a small half—smile on his face.
"Pretty soon your fingers will match your transformation," he teases lightly. Urara feels herself blush but welcomes the warmth on her face. It helps beat the chill a little. Before she can object anymore, he pulls a glove on her left hand and the other glove on his right. Then he takes her right hand with his left. "See? This way, we will both be warmer."
Sparks fly from his fingertips and slide onto her own, making them feel hot in a way she never thought mere handholding ever could. This definitely warms her up more than her gloves ever could.
"Thank you sensei," she murmurs softly, blush still painting her cheeks. But when they turn the corner, her embarrassment is forgotten as the lights catch their eyes.
"Sugoi." Hikaru stares at the glittering lights in rainbow colors decorating the nearby houses. The one closest to them is covered only in white lights. They are wound around trees, draped over bushes and hanging from the branches in the yard. Not to mention the windows and doorframes are outlined in them as well.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Urara smiles up at him, reveling in the moment with his hand in hers with the snow gently falling around them. There are other people around them but she's oblivious to all except him and the bright lights shining behind them. Things couldn't be more romantic…or more perfect.
"Yeah…I've never seen anything like it before," Hikaru tells her, secretly loving the fact that he came up with such a clever idea to hold Urara's hand. He hadn't planned on it but when the situation presented itself, what was he to refuse it?
"I thought Magitopia was dazzling though," says Urara, confused. She grips his hand a little tighter as a group of people threaten to separate them. "So this is really nothing."
"You're wrong there." Hikaru leads her by the hand to the next house which is more colorful, a mix of greens, reds, and blues surrounding the house. There are blue reindeer grouped together in one corner of the yard and the word 'heiwa' spelled out in red lights. "Magitopia is mostly just a realm of golden light. It's not harsh to the eyes but by no means muted. It's like a sea of gentle light that you can move through and white and gold are the only colors. Unlike here." He gestures to the previous house.
"I see," Urara breathes trying to imagine such a place. It sounds wonderful and their lights pale in comparison. "It sounds fantastically beautiful." She brushes some snowflakes off of her shoulder.
"It is quite nice," Hikaru agrees as they pass another house. This one has flashing lights hanging from the edge of the roof, in all the colors of the rainbow. They flicker every few seconds, causing various shadows to play against the dark yard. In the black night, the lights look even brighter and even more colorful then they would in the daytime. "But the golden perfection gets boring after a while. It's nice to come here and see things…flawed."
"Flawed?" Urara tilts her head, a mock frown appearing on her face. "Is that a good thing or a bad thing, sensei?" Despite her appearance, Hikaru can tell she is teasing but still backpedals anyway, not wanting to ruin such a moment.
"A good thing, for sure," he reassures her. "Flaws make things interesting." Though you couldn't be more perfect to me. He shakes his head of such thoughts, despite the fact that he knows inside that it's true.
It's the little things she does. The way she helps Kai with his homework. The way she will help Houka with her hair. The way she comforts Tsubasa when he is frustrated. The way she helps Makito in any way she can with his work. The way she always makes sure Hikaru is comfortable, no matter the situation.
It's the little things.
"That's true," agrees Urara. They walk pass another house which is completely like a candy cane with red and white lights everywhere. Some are wrapped around trees and the columns of the house. They outline the yard's perimeter, red first, then white, then red again. The same colors are the hues of lanterns hanging from the trees branches.
"Although, I can't seem to find any coming from you," says Hikaru casually. Urara stops, looking back at him with a puzzled expression.
"Any what?"
"Flaws."
"Oh…" she trails off, blushing again. "Th-thank you, b-but everyone has flaws." Hikaru raises his eyebrows. He supposes that's true, humans always have some sort of chink in their armor but the only thing flawed about Urara is that she cares about others too much and fails to notice her own beauty.
"Is that so? Hmm." He starts walking again, tugging along a slightly flustered Urara. If anything, he is the flawless one, perfect in every way. She just doesn't know how to tell him that. But she can't contain the warm feeling spreading throughout her at his words and she knows, in her heart, that she is dead in love with him.
"It looks like a gingerbread house." She points out another house, stating how the white lights look like icing and the pink bulbs like sprinkles. Green 'gumdrops' are hanging from the shingles of the house and red and white lights litter the yard, draped over trees and bushes. Yellow lights outline the stone passage way and Hikaru has to admit that, yes, it does look like the candy mansion.
"How sweet," he comments. Urara licks her lips that are somehow not chapped by the cold air and he suddenly as a craving for something sweet…though it's not the candy he is thinking of.
"You know what else is sweet?" says Hikaru, holding her hand a little tighter. If she notices, she doesn't protest. In actuality, the blue Magiranger is still feeling a bit embarrassed but is glad they are continuing on as if nothing had happened.
"What?" she asks, curious. What could be sweeter than a gingerbread house? Feeling bolder than he ever has in his life, Hikaru suddenly stops and twirls Urara closer to him. She squeals a little in surprise but doesn't object. He gently leans her down a little in his arms, a smile playing on his face.
"This." He kisses her softly on the mouth and her eyes flutter in shock but she doesn't pull away. Instead he brings her other arm to curl around his neck and closes her eyes. Knowing she couldn't have asked for anything better. I've never felt the feeling of love but it just happened so quickly.
There are bright lights all around her but she's not sure if it's because of the actual light displays or just the glow coming from the man in front of her.