These 30 (cross your fingers) drabbles are inspired by the themes created by the managers of the LiveJournal community, 30romances. Its name is self-explanatory, but know that these drabbles (a drabble being a very short work of fiction) surround the civilian, Silver Millennium, and maybe eventually Crystal Tokyo egos of Ami and Zane/Zoisite. I hope my readers enjoy themselves journeying through my Ami/Zoi offerings. Enjoy!
#1: Cold Hands
It was just one of Zane's idiosyncrasies.
Cold water had never deterred the fair skin of his hands, his feet, nor any other body part. In fact, he reveled in it. His roommate, Kunthan, had once made the mistake of slipping into the shower Zane had just used, the icy water still running. It was one of the few moments in his life that the stolid man had been that close to squealing. And not a manly squeal either but a high-pitched, girly squeal.
Thus, it was without hesitation that Zane idly submerged his hands in the Pacific Ocean's frosty salt water, his fingers nimbly chasing minnows away. He lay sprawled on a small boat dock, shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows.
In the distance, he could make out two girls in a rowboat, one with flaxen hair, chattering away in her normal fashion. Her companion spoke occasionally but preferred to gaze out at the rippling expanse of blue surrounding her. In doing so, she eventually turned her head to him. Unable to actually see her wide sapphire eyes, he imagined them fixing upon his figure. He stared back at her, lips quirking.
She hurriedly looked away.
As if experiencing a revelation, Zane thought to himself as he continually clenched his fist in the placid water that no matter how he tried to hold on to the silvery liquid, it always managed to slip from his grasp.