Ehh. . .
Woot. Final chapter.
"Wow, look at this ice!" Hikaru exclaimed, running over to the small frozen over puddle. She had changed from her usual daisy dress and into a much more snow-compatible sweater, the shoulders of which were covered in a light layer of snow, as it was still snowing.
She skipped the roughly fourth to last step before hopping on one foot the rest of the way there. She bent over and poked it a few times, before breaking off a peice and throwing it at the fence infront of her.
The blonde took a small step onto a different part of the ice - the one she hadn't broken.
"Careful, Hikaru." Warned Kyouju, standing a small distance behind her, watching from under his hair.
"I'm being perfectly careful, otherwise I would have already-" Hikaru fell over. Kyouju walked over and offered her a hand up.
While fighting back his laughter he asked "Are you okay?"
Hikaru grinned. "I'm fine." She accepted his hand, but instead of standing - though that probably, whether intentional or not, would have had the same ending - Hikaru yanked down, pulling Kyouju down next to her. The ice had cracked under her weight and had since been letting icy cold water seep through her clothes, now doing the same to Kyouju.
Kyouju glared and stayed where he was, as did Hikaru - only without the glaring. Finally, after an interminable wait, Kyouju picked up a small handful of snow from beside the ice-puddle. He slowly formed it into a ball shape, giving Hikaru plenty of time to stop him.
She didn't.
Kyouju finished making the ball and tilted his head to the side, as though unsure of what to do with it. He took aim and threw it at Hikaru. It was more of a toss, really, since he was sitting right next to her.
Hikaru stayed where she was, with the snow slowly sliding down her forehead and into her lap. She watched it slide down to the best of her ability, going mostly by feel since it was hard to see her own face. She went crosseyed as it reached a point, but continued to try and follow it down her face.
Hikaru copied Kyouju, only without giving him time to stop her. Instead of tossing it at him, she grabbed the front of his sweater and shoved it down the front. She stood and ran behind a tree giggling, with an especially cold, and very wet Kyouju's eyes trailing behind her form, plotting his revenge.
Takao raised an eyebrow. "Why are you all wet?"
And indeed, both Hikaru and Kyouju were completely soaked. Now, one may have originally assumed this was because it was snowing, but when the two in question had been outside merely fifteen minutes, and were soaked completely through from head to foot, you began to wonder.
"Snowball fight, multiple accidental swimming trips in frozen-over ponds, and a broken drinking fountain." Hikaru said. She shivered and clutched her sweater closer to herself. "I'm gonna get sick now." She snivled.
Though no one could exactly see this, Kyouju glared at her. Again, no one could exactly see this. Despite that fact, they were all aware of his glaring. Which is somewhat frightening, if you think about it long enough.
"I'm more likely to get sick." He said.
Hikaru just nodded. Max laughed and paused his and Takao's game.
"Rei's a little... Busy... So, I'll go put on some tea for you two." The American boy said. "You might want to change out of those wet clothes, you can hang your sweaters infront of the fireplace." He laughed and hurried out of the room, quickly followed by Takao - who only followed because he didn't trust that Hikaru had just been in a snowball fight and had her hands behind her back.
Hikaru and Kyouju both nodded and headed to their rooms to change.
Afterwards, they gathered infront of the fireplace, each with a cup of their respective favorite kind of tea in hand. Both Hikaru and Kyouju glanced at eachother, and after sharing a breif smile - despite that they would both undoubtedly be sick the next day - they turned to watch Takao and Max's video game.
And for everyone, the not-quite perfect day just added to their perfect holiday. The warm feeling was either broken, or added to, depending on how you looked at it, by a loud cry from Takao of
"Eighty Three move combos should not be allowed!"
Wánquánde Shèngdànjié.
(Perfect Christmas.)
I have a Chinese-English Dictionary and I love it!! ^^ Anyway, that's the end!