!Discovering Snow!

Chapter 4: Retreat and Presents

Aya had certainly taught Yohji a lesson as the tall blonde dragged his feet back into the Koneko soaking wet and shivering. Aya followed behind him, almost just as soaked and shivering as his teammate. Behind them, Omi and Ken trudged in; looking a bit worse for wear compared to the other two.

Aya sighed frustrated… he had gotten involved in a snow battle instead of his real objective, but he didn't think he could have asked anyway, he didn't think he would have even bothered. But as the months passed, Aya became more and more aware of how Weiß felt more like a family than an assassin group.

He was planning on asking them what exactly they wanted for Christmas. The last present Aya had ever bought had been for his sister and half of it hung from his left ear. He wasn't really good at shopping… he really had no idea what to get any of them. Ken had gotten cleats on December 23rd for his birthday from all of them, but that left a blank slate for Christmas. It would suck to have a birthday around Christmas; Aya was lucky his was on the 4th of July. That was just luck, which he didn't seem to be getting any of it for finding presents for his team mates. It was impossible, just impossible.

Aya sighed, slipping into the bathroom before anyone else could. He always beat them to it, and used up all the hot water too. He couldn't help, but feel slightly bad for those who had to take a cold shower in winter. A ghost of a smile graced his lips as he blared the hot water and vanished into the steam.

After his shower, he flipped off the water and slipped back out from the steam. His skin was practically red from it, but he didn't seem to care or notice. Glancing at the fog-covered mirror he could faintly see written in Yohji's handwriting,

Aya heart Sakura. Omi heart Ken. Yohji heart

The rest was clearly wiped off. Aya felt like throwing a few more snowballs into Yohji's face. The playboy was the oldest and yet he still acted like a highschooler; like a little kid writing in bathroom stalls. Aya rolled his eyes to himself; they all knew Sakura had moved away. Aya didn't know if he was more happy or sad about that; it didn't matter, what mattered was getting presents before tomorrow, but why would he bother? Why was he even caring? Was it because they cared? It didn't matter; he just had to get them, decided, and fast.

Before Aya turned from the mirror he wiped over the words and revealed his own reflection, amethyst eyes staring back at him through blood red hair. Just then he realized he hadn't spared a second to gather clothes up before he snuck off to the shower. He cursed under his breathed and headed for the door, his hand brushing the cold, also foggy, handle. He twisted it, opening the door a crack. Frigid air blew at him as if he were going from the desert to Antarctica. He withdrew immediately, wrapping the towel closers around himself. He then went to glance outside; he looked to the left… then to the right. He blinked a few times to make sure he wasn't imagining things.

"What the hell? Hurry it the hell up, Aya! I'm freezing my ass off!" A dripping wet Ken stood to the right of the door so that when it opened it didn't hit him. Below him was a puddle of melted snow. He was obviously pissed off and shivering, his hot-headedness kicking in, too bad that couldn't keep him warm.

"Shut up Ken you get it before me and Omi, stop complaining!" Yohji complained back, shivering himself, his hair wet and matted to his head, other pieces sticking out in every direction.

"Aya probably used all the hot water anyway; it doesn't matter." Omi murmured, his eyes downcast. He was hugging himself trying to prevent himself from shivering. "I'm going to go get a blanket and turn on the heater sound good?"

"Sure." Ken muttered, glancing at Yohji who smiled warmly at Omi.

"Thanks Omi-kun."

"Save my spot." Omi laughed, going off to get a blanket first before he froze on his way to the heater.

"If there was a spot to save, too bad you're too slow!" Yohji called after him.

Aya slid out from the bathroom followed by a gust of steam that he hoped covered the fact that he only had on a towel, but it didn't matter. He just didn't care about anything today, since when did that happen? It didn't matter since he was gone in seconds, retreating to find clothes within the confines of his room where he would plot his Christmas shopping.

I know I'm horrible at updating, and I'm horrible at chapters! Right on Christmas and afterwards I got a mahor Weiß writter's block it was horrible! Sorry guys forgive meee!