Iridescent
By: Liquid Ice

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His eyes snapped open.

And reality shifted.

A part of him had wanted to linger longer, a longing of the sorts, but another part of him had beated and slapped him to the face of reality. It was wrong to long, to obtain what he had wanted the most. His fickle fantasies produced him the most unwelcomed waves of emotions and it almost reminded him of a principle that he was forced to abhor in most of his childhood life.

Emotions and sentimentalities are for the weak.

He knew it was a stupid principle but at this point in time, he would welcome it with open arms. Just like he would have welcomed the probable with open arms.

It was just wrong to fall in love with imagination.

Four years since...and four years since he was able to gain what humanity he had left.

Or rather, bringing back the ability to find happiness in the simplicity of life. He did it once, he could do it again.

So it reminded him of those haunting words that nearly pushed him off his balance.

Who were you waiting for?

Four years and he was able to create and harbour a living imagination. Perfected even to the moment of their very first meeting.

To his disgust, it deterred him to a stasis of weakness.

Was he waiting for someone?

'Yes', a part of him fervently whispered, but confusion rose within circumference, 'but I don't know who'. Knowing his frustrations in such a topic, he left it at that and proposed to leave it at another later date.

He was lost to the world - the universe. Anonymity has become his friend. He was just another random person in the state of awake and dreaming; in enforcing the application of routine and determining what life has now have to offer. Now that all of what he onced revolved in had faded to the sea of grey.

A calm. A peace. And it was pretty.

Hiiro lifted his head and stared at the gleaming item, swirling in a circular motion as the breeze rafted in the room from the half-open window. It was a crystal, sifting soft colours of a variety. Carved and shaped in the figment of a rose. It hung off the window lazily, inclining the presence of the sun (though clouds had settled in and momentarily diffused the full effects of the sun) and it splattered the prism colours on the white wash of his wall.

He would never thought that he would hold so much sentimentality over a fickle item. But like everyone else, he did. There was just something about the crystal that had him obesessing its origins that he took the time to research its past.

So he did.

And he had met Usagi.

But she doesn't know him.

Not yet anyways.

Would you like to befriend a person who is possibly in love with you and has been stalking you for a few weeks now? Bitter amusement.

His thoughts of the crystal was abruptly distracted by something crunched up in his hand. A piece of paper.

Hiiro frowned at the piece of paper. When had he written this?

He shook his head and flinged the paper on the bedside table, pushing off the flimsy blanket off him and tossing a warm sweater over his head.

It was midday, Christmas holidays had left him to the bushes of isolation. Nothing to do, nothing to distract himself with and nothing for him in the outside world to interact because no one would bring themselves to interact with him.

Except maybe her.

He had purposedly avoided any interaction of her. He just wanted to watch her.

Just. Watch.

Just wait.

Let everything come into play. Hiiro reached for the twirling crystal and snatched it off from its place, the latch breaking apart. The crystal glimmered slightly, pulsating lazily to his touch.

He had woken early in the morning, briefly taking a quick shower and purged his weariness by heading to the coffee shop he usually vacillate (after submerging himself in completing projects assigned to him from his employer). Soon after finishing his breakfast, he headed aimlessly around the streets of Tokyo, gaining momentum in watching the streets crowd with the citizens for some late Christmas shopping.

It was after all only two more days until Christmas Day. His fist had tightly gripped on the crystal while watching the people move about and he realized that the crystal had always a way of calming him and assuring him that everything will be fine.

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Laughter.

The sound ringed pleasantly in his ears.

But he swallowed his curiousity and resumed in watching the lake laced with thin sleets of ice, the water streaming slowly to the current but had far too much obstacles to obtain any more speed than it could create. Ice crystals glittered brightly, blinding him slightly. He still watched it glittered.

More laughter. This time accompanied with shrieks and alot of sound movements.

It sounded like they were having fun.

He was vividly reminded of a scene in his memory, kids. Children. Laughing and playing in the snow. Making snow angels and snowmen, building forts or playing snowfights. He was one of those children, he was only three years old. The only memory he was still able to retain.

Hiiro's thoughts returned back to Usagi and let his mind obsess over it.

If his fellow pilots - no - his friends were to see him now.

He mused on their reactions.

Hiiro lingered a little longer on his frozen bench, noticing the sky darkening.

Wait...just a little bit more.

It was time to go.

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When Minako had noticed that it was almost four o'clock, they quickly headed straight for the park just as they had plan. Shopping, short meeting in Rei's shrine, coffee (chocolate for Usagi as she absolute hated the icky liquid) and then park. Even if they were already adults, they couldn't help but enjoy the pastimes of childhood.

So the moment they entered the park, Rei couldn't resist but impedded large amounts of snow down her back.

She, Usagi, had shrieked in response.

Laughter. A steaming odango. A snowball fight had begun.

But somewhere in the middle of the battle, Usagi had to freeze and look up. Usagi had to look up and trail her curious eyes to the lone man walking away. Shoulders hunched, a rough look about his features (pretty eyes although how she managed to see it at the distance was rather unnerving), sporting a black jacket and blue jeans.

"Merry Christmas," Usagi whispered. A peculiar desire to walk up to him.

Heh, funny.

"Hey Usagi!"

PLOP.

She shuddered as the back of her neck literally froze from the clump of snow clinging on it.

Usagi whipped around, glaring at Ami with fury. Ami released her ball of ice and dropped down in order to avoid the incredibly fast snowball aimed for her.

More laughter ensued.

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Honestly, my definition of fluff is wierd...meh, I guess my second Christmas ficcy would be much better and pure fluff...And this was supposed to be up earlier...I got..erm...distracted and then after work, I was distracted by Runaway Bride. >_

Transcendent Wow, thanks again for the nice review. I think that is the longest review I've ever received...But anyways, lol, I forgot to mention, that wasn't Hiiro...its him but not him, him, if you get what I mean. I do guarantee you though, this is a rather strange fluff. :P I only hope that I still live up to your expectations in this chapter as well as the next.

Gackt Camui Thankies too, for the nice review. I hope you feel much better, not fun when you're sick during the holidays. Good thing I got better. Anyways, lol, as much as I would love to say that chapter was it, it's not. It is actually more complicated than that. Which is why I had expanded it to three chapters in total as one-shot ficcy of my fluff Christmas fic is...wierd and magical. Have you figured it out yet? I am a hopeless romantic and I've written most of my clues in the chapter titles and in this chapter.

Angelight and Callisto6 Another thankies for you two. But Angel-san, lol, although you might've thought that I left it there; there is a good reason. And develop their relationship? Eh...next chapter! Like I addressed Gackt-san and Transcendent-san, have you figured it out yet? Heehee that's why I was cackling mad.

Thank you for all the other reviews!