Comments: Hi everybody! It's been a while since my last update. But I've found some more of that good stuff called inspiration and so... here's another chapter. Thanks for all of the reviews! ;)

What Becomes Of Snow

By,

DreamingFae

The sun is warm on his back as he bends to pull the last invading weed from between the greenery of his newly planted strawberries. The fresh scent of recently fallen rain is still heavy in the air from last night's thunder storm. Looking up however he sees clear blue stretched out across the sky its consistency broken only by the occasional stray wisps of fluffy white cloud that drift in the light drafts of the wind. He almost smiles.

The calm of a newly forming spring lifts his spirits and he feels almost light-hearted. Gathering the scattered remains of the pulled weeds he rises to brushed off the dirt form his soiled pant knees, and starts back to the house. It will be quiet and empty he knows. Shigure has gone out, Tohru had left for work, and the Cat had mumbled something about 'training' before running off himself.

He'll take a shower, he thinks, finish his left over homework, and then perhaps lay down for a short rest before going to pick up Tohru from work. She has a short day today…

His thoughts are cut short as he steps from the trees into the clearing that is Shigure's yard. 'What is Hatori doing here?' He wonders looking at the doctor's parked car in front of the house. It is when he catches sight of the dark figure resting on the porch however, that he freezes in place, his footsteps halting abruptly.

A small shiver of fear crawls up his spine as coal black eyes meet his across the yard, and he longs to step back into the dark cover of the surrounding forest trees. Instead of turning and running as his body franticly urges him to do, he takes a short step forward. And then another. His body trembles in fear and again he halts halfway across the yard, his knees threatening to give out if he tries to move any further.

A slow smile spreads across pale lips and the dark figure rises from the porch to meet him across the yard. One pale hand reaches up to clasp his chin while the other slowly, almost caringly, caresses the strands of hair away from his violet eyes. A deep shudder runs through his body.

"I've missed you." The man finally speaks. The words trigger an almost overwhelming sense of terror, his body screaming at him to run fast and to run far. He doesn't move save to take one shuddering breath. He wishes profusely that he is not alone. Even the Cat would be welcome at this point. 'Kyo.'

"You don't come to visit me anymore," the man continues the hand tightening minimally along his jaw.

He knows it will be tight enough to leave bruises very soon.

"Why?"

He stays silent, his throat dry, and no words come past his lips. He knows his eyes are wide and frightened. A small sadistic smile spreads across the man's lips once again and the hand tightens a fraction more. The man gives a fake mournful sigh his expression deceptively kind as he says, "I'm disappointed in you. And I don't appreciate your disobedience. So… what am I going to do with you?" The man tilts his head to the side as though thinking. "...Perhaps you can come for a visit," he continues. "A few weeks stay. What do you think hmm?"

He gives a small, almost imperceptible, shake of his head and sees the hard black eyes turn to ice. Fury becomes etched into the man's face and the grip on his jaw becomes crushing. "You will come to me! My word is law. I am God." The cruel smile returns. "Yes. I am God." The hand holding his jaw in a vice-like grip drops away, and the man turns to walk to the waiting car. With his hand on the handle of the car door, he turns back, "You will come to me everyday after school starting tomorrow. We'll…talk. Don't disappoint me Yuki."

His heart pounds frantically in his chest, his breathing coming out in quick gasps. He barely registers the sound of a car door slamming and the vehicle driving away as he drops to his hands and knees. He wants to scream. But no sound passes through his lips. In the distance, the rumble of thunder echoes ominously.

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