You know, I said I wasn't going to update anything until my midterms were over, but my plotbunnies don't listen to me all that well.
This one is set during DOOM (you can say this happens before "Happy New Year!), and visit my newest poll (funny enough, Gentleshipping and Fillershipping tied).
"AAAAAH!"
The scream startled Alister from slumber, and the redhead nearly did a face plant as he hastily scrambled out of bed. He got to his bedroom door and pulled it open, trying to figure out what had happened. Was the temple under attack? Did someone with a gun get into the temple? Had Gurimo finally snapped?
Alister's thoughts were cut short as something short and blurry collided into him and he toppled to the floor. Wincing and muttering under his breath, he looked to see who had run into him.
…Why wasn't he surprised to see Valon sprawled across his lap?
"Get off me," he snapped, shoving the teenager off of him. "What are you screaming about?" he continued, realizing that it had been Valon who had yelled.
Valon looked up at him with panicked eyes. "The world's endin'!" he said, scrambling to his feet and nearly trampling Alister as he disappeared into his own room.
Alister debated on waking up Raphael to deal with the teenager, decided against it, got to his feet, and followed Valon into his room. It took him a bit to figure out where Valon had vanished off to (the Australian could squeeze himself into the tiniest places without too much discomfort) before he bent down and peered at the space under the bedside cabinet. He spotted a familiar pair of blue eyes watching him with fright.
"What do you mean the world's ending?" he asked with a sigh.
"You 'eard me th' first time," said Valon, a tremor in his voice. "The world's endin'."
The older biker frowned. "Speak logically."
"Ou'side. All white. World's endin'," the Australian said again.
Deciding he wasn't going to get a coherent response from the younger teenager, the red-haired man walked to Valon's window and pulled up the blinds. He blinked against the sudden whiteness from outside and stared at the landscape with surprise. He didn't think he would see this on an island off the coast Florida, but then again the island where the temple was wasn't exactly normal.
"Valon, the world isn't ending," he said in exasperation.
"Then wha's all tha' white stuff?!"
"Snow."
Valon peered around the corner of the dresser with a frown. "Wha's snow?" he asked, curiosity overcoming his fear and he slipped out from his hiding place to go to the window.
Alister raised an eyebrow. "That would certainly explain why you thought the world was ending," he said, rolling his gray eyes.
The Australian scowled. "'S'not m' fault! 'ow th' 'eck was I s'pposed t' know that it was snow?" he snapped defensively, putting his hands on his hips. "''ve never seen it before!"
At the comment, Alister turned to his younger companion with a faint amount of disbelief. "How do you not know what snow is? Haven't you ever seen a snow globe? Or snow men? Or even a snow-cone?"
"It doesn' bloody snow in Australia!" Valon said irritably.
Alister rolled his eyes again, grabbing Valon by the wrist and dragging him out of the bedroom. "Come on," he said flatly, ignoring Raphael (who had just come out of his room) and marching purposefully down the stairs and to the nearest side entrance. After fiddling with the lock, he opened the door wide and stepped aside.
Valon, allowing Alister to drag him along mainly because he couldn't react fast enough, shrugged his arm free of the older biker and cautiously poked his head outside, shivering as the cold air hit his face. Outside was nothing but a white blanket for as far as the eye could see, lumps of objects left outside breaking up the otherwise flat landscape.
He frowned thoughtfully as he stepped on the frozen surface of the stairs, then yelped in surprise as his skin came in contact with the frozen surface. "COLD!"
"Obviously, Valon. Snow is nothing more than frozen water—it's going to be cold," replied Alister calmly. He noticed a movement out of the corner of his eye and turned in time to spot Raphael coming down the stairs. "It snowed here last night."
"So I noticed," replied the blonde, suppressing a yawn before holding up Valon's and Alister's boots. "If you're going outside, then you might want to put these on," he said.
Valon took the boots from the eldest of the bikers and pulled them on before once again padding to the door. The teen once again stuck his head out the door, looking around him cautiously, and Raphael suddenly felt the irresistible urge to push the boy out the door and into the nearest snow pile.
Raphael gave up on resisting the urge and shoved Valon outside.
A highly undignified yelp came from Valon as he landed in the nearest snow drift only to emerge seconds later, brushing the snow frantically off of him. "Cold cold cold COLD!"
After all the snow was off, Valon turned around and glared at the older bikers. "All righ', which one o' ya did it?" he asked dangerously.
Alister, who hadn't quite grasped the fact that his normally well-behaved friend had just shoved the young Australian into the snow (which, actually, was what he had been about to do) didn't get a chance to reply as Raphael mutely pointed at the redhead. This surprised both Alister—who knew for a fact that Raphael didn't like to lie—and Raphael himself, who was surprised by the simple gut-jerk reaction.
Valon's eyes narrowed. "Why 'm I not surprised?"
"Wait half a minute," said Alister indignantly. "Sure, I was thinking it! I didn't actually do it—Raphael did!"
"Raph wouldn' do that t' me!" snapped Valon, and without thinking about it he bent down, scooped a pile of snow into his hands, and tossed it at Alister. The hastily made snowball hit the red-haired teen in the center of his face, half of it falling down his shirt front.
…Honestly, neither Raphael nor Valon knew that such an unearthly shriek could come from their stoic companion.
Alister did a frantic sort of dance, getting the snowball out of his shirt before rounding on Valon with a snarl; the teenager had doubled over in laughter and hadn't noticed that the redhead was now glaring at him. Raphael, the original instigator behind it all, was fighting back the laughter. The redhead regarded them coolly for the next few seconds before he pulled his own boots on and stepped outside as well, scooping a handful of snow into his bare hands. Compacting the snow into a tight ball, he took aim and then threw it at the back of Valon's head.
The teenager fell over from the impact of the snowball, doing a faceplant in the snow, and he turned to face Alister with an indignant glare. Raphael was surprised again—he hadn't honestly expected the quiet and serious man to actually throw a snowball.
"That was weak," said Alister critically, gathering more snow into his hands and making another snowball. "Much too loose and mushy. A snowball isn't like that."
"I told ya b'fore I 'aven' seen—GAH!" Valon yelped, ducking the snowball. He looked over at Alister, who was making another snowball, before he grinned and said, "If tha's the way you wanna play it…"
He bent down and also gathered more snow into his hands, sending it back at Alister—which once again hit him in the face.
Raphael started laughing at the sight of Alister getting another face full of snow, but the redhead brushed the snow from his face and glared at him. He said severely, "You're next."
The blonde man had just enough time to realize that Alister was serious before he ducked the very well aimed snowball and decided to take sanctuary in the kitchen. When his younger companions were done outside they would need warming up from the cold, and he would be ready with the hot cocoa.
...Raphael would tell Valon who really had shoved him after the Australian was sufficiently worn out.