Continuity: Future-set fic, Yoh and Anna are grown, etc. Minor references to volumes 19 and 20.
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Winter
Snowflakes are silent diamonds, brilliant and unique. In the winter they come in droves, piling high in the midnight heavens before splitting the clouds and tumbling down. Every year again the same, muffling the mountains and hiding the ground as it grows colder and colder outside; it never surprises me that this chill emptiness is my favored season.
We walk in the snow sometimes, and I try to be a little less sharp with him, because he deserves kindness, but I'm rough. He doesn't sulk, usually, but grins that cheerful, mindless smile of his and trudges ahead a bit. I watch his back, lips tight to stay warm and keep from smiling, or frowning, or something. Years of curt silence will take twice that to relax, and for now we have to suffice for companionable quiet, knowing we - love.
Winter is soundless and bright, edged; I can hide in winter and understand the glittering coldness, more than I can understand him and his summer nature.
We met in winter, him and I, and I made him cry, like I would for years on some level. He needed to be stronger, as I pushed him and goaded him forward, knowing I could easily lose him by shoving him way, forcing him to strength. But when we first met, I didn't care enough to notice.
He was just a boy in a thin shirt standing in the middle of winter; what did I care?
A great deal now, I think as I follow in the lumpy trails he leaves, watching the silence of winter. I loved him when he bled for me, fighting and surprising me when he destroyed the Oh-oni; I loved him when he died, quietly inside, and only a small piece, in Yomi's Hole.
I didn't expect to, not that boy foolish enough to run into the snow, in a thin shirt with sleeves too short for winter. He adds a bit to winter for me, with the little things in the beginning when we were young; unexpected ghosts of him and us, and walking through the snow.
"Anna!" he calls sometimes, when I stop walking and stare at the stars. "You're falling behind!" Smiles and waves, arm slowing in the coat, and I scowl, because he expects that.
"Idiot," and I smile, too small for him to really see, but he knows.
Hasn't he always?
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Notes: Bleh. Anyway, not too sure what the Yoh/Anna quantity of fanfics is nowadays, but in any case, there ya go. Hope to God it isn't trite.
Feedback: I always appreciate being told what I need to work on and what I'm doing well.
Disclaimer: Yoh and Anna are the creations of Takei Hiroyuki and the property of the various companies that have published/translated Shaman King.
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Winter
Snowflakes are silent diamonds, brilliant and unique. In the winter they come in droves, piling high in the midnight heavens before splitting the clouds and tumbling down. Every year again the same, muffling the mountains and hiding the ground as it grows colder and colder outside; it never surprises me that this chill emptiness is my favored season.
We walk in the snow sometimes, and I try to be a little less sharp with him, because he deserves kindness, but I'm rough. He doesn't sulk, usually, but grins that cheerful, mindless smile of his and trudges ahead a bit. I watch his back, lips tight to stay warm and keep from smiling, or frowning, or something. Years of curt silence will take twice that to relax, and for now we have to suffice for companionable quiet, knowing we - love.
Winter is soundless and bright, edged; I can hide in winter and understand the glittering coldness, more than I can understand him and his summer nature.
We met in winter, him and I, and I made him cry, like I would for years on some level. He needed to be stronger, as I pushed him and goaded him forward, knowing I could easily lose him by shoving him way, forcing him to strength. But when we first met, I didn't care enough to notice.
He was just a boy in a thin shirt standing in the middle of winter; what did I care?
A great deal now, I think as I follow in the lumpy trails he leaves, watching the silence of winter. I loved him when he bled for me, fighting and surprising me when he destroyed the Oh-oni; I loved him when he died, quietly inside, and only a small piece, in Yomi's Hole.
I didn't expect to, not that boy foolish enough to run into the snow, in a thin shirt with sleeves too short for winter. He adds a bit to winter for me, with the little things in the beginning when we were young; unexpected ghosts of him and us, and walking through the snow.
"Anna!" he calls sometimes, when I stop walking and stare at the stars. "You're falling behind!" Smiles and waves, arm slowing in the coat, and I scowl, because he expects that.
"Idiot," and I smile, too small for him to really see, but he knows.
Hasn't he always?
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Notes: Bleh. Anyway, not too sure what the Yoh/Anna quantity of fanfics is nowadays, but in any case, there ya go. Hope to God it isn't trite.
Feedback: I always appreciate being told what I need to work on and what I'm doing well.
Disclaimer: Yoh and Anna are the creations of Takei Hiroyuki and the property of the various companies that have published/translated Shaman King.
