Fireworks

1. Often, fireworks. A combustible or explosive device for producing a striking display of light or a loud noise, used for signaling or as part of a celebration.

The air was warm and sweet and tasted like freshly picked fruit and caramelized candies. Yuki's eyes widened with amazement and reflected the colorful lights in the summer sky: the reds and golds, then the blue's and purples, and then a shower of silver and green, crinkling the night sky like paper and lighting up the stars.

Toya watched the display with a slight smile on his face. He knew Yuki would enjoy it; the snow-rabbit was prone to excitement and color and, of course, food and sweets that stood close by in their many consumers' stands. Toya gave a small jump and looked to his side and Yuki grabbed his arms and did a couple of hops, saying, "Did you see that one, Toya? It was amazing! I hope they do another one like that!"

Toya could only smile at his friends innocence, and enjoy the gentle breeze filtering through the trees as the sky continued to light up with colours.

2. Any spectacular display, esp. of wit or of a technical feat by a musician or dancer.

The music box was small. It was a wooden instrument passed down to him by his father, who in turn was given it by his father. Toya knew he would keep it in the family, but, currently, that was not on his mind. He watched with fascination as Yuki was engulfed by wings and light, and changed into Yue, a hand delicately placed on his hip, and the other straight by his side. Toya had only met Yuki's other form a few times, and each was filled with a kind of wonder.

Yue turned on the spot to face the wooden box, which Yuki had so eagerly asked Toya if he could wind and play it. Yue crouched down so his face was level with the musical instrument, and placed on hand on the shelf, watching the strings vibrate and listening to the music fill the air.

Toya knew better than to say anything. There was always good reason for Yuki to shift forms, so he patiently waited for an explanation.

"Where did you get this?" Yue's voice was soft, yet firm and he inclined his head slightly towards Toya.

"My father gave it to me. It's been in the family for years," Toya said, a slight frown on his face. He didn't see how this was relevant to Yuki's shift. Yue straightened up and turned towards the room, and Toya, his hand still placed on the shelf near the musical box.

"My creator used to play this song for me, every night before he would sleep." Toya only stared at the cat-like angel in front of him.

"I remember the day before he told us he would die." Yue turned his head to look out the window. "He told me to remember the song for it would always make me feel like I was home." Yue turned back to Toya, a small smile now gracing his features. "Thank you." And he was once again engulfed with light, and Yuki emerged form behind Yue's wings, slumping against the shelf.

"Yuki…" Toya started, and moved towards his friend. Yuki looked around, saw the music box still playing and turned towards it, smiling as the music filled the room with a melody so often played for those who it would remind of home.

I know I didn't exactly follow the definition for the last one, so I apologize for that! R&R please! 

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