Kurumii;
woo. Number 002 of my some-odd one-sides collection, hope you like!
Snowflake
.BattleAngelKurumi.
whitex . x . x fragment
sn.oh.flake
Wind laced together with the chill of night to create the perfectly complexities of snow. It created a whimsical song for the girl sitting on a humble bench taking in winter's wonderful vision. She smiled… a beautiful and simple curvature that complimented a wonderfully, framed in chestnut, face. A scarf huddled around the round face, doing it's best to keep her warm… The time struck seven. She smiled as a silhouette gradually began to appear in the slow start of tiny slivers of snow.
She recognized his impossible spikes of hair... Sora. Even in the fall of snow, his beautiful eyes were unmistakable. Snow toppled next to him and drizzled left. Orette smiled as he had come to sit next to her. They were silent listening to winters call. She was the first to speak.
"…Sora… Do you like the snow?" Sora nodded subconsciously.
Orette grabbed his hand. Sora looked over at her then. He let her take it. He felt the warmth of their hands mix. She traced her thumb along his fingers and peeked a look at him.
"Sora…" Somehow the air was awkward. She tightened the grip she held on his hand, till he looked over at her. "It's almost Christmas you know!" She brightened. Sora eyes had not burned with passion nor had his smile turned up as she had expected, at the mention. She could just imagine Sora loving it but, could she be wrong?
She then saw the spark she'd waited for. "Ah… Orette… I remember the times we used to have on the islands. At Christmas… it was wonderful. I remember the time," he continued. "Kairi wrapped Riku up in wrapping paper… She stuck him under the tree. She even a put a big red bow on his head. He was devastated." Sora laughed. "It pulled some of his hair out. Or as he had called them, "his special silver lovelies"… it was one of the best Christmas'." Sora frowned for a second, then at the recognition of something, his eyes sparked again.
"And we made cookies. Kairi and I made them in the shape of Paopu's. Riku made some in the shape of himself." Sora laughed. Orette's own eyes looked much less disappointed. He hadn't talked about the island for some time; she took that as a sign he'd forgotten, or wanted to. She thought that he had finally gotten over missing the island. She thought, she had thought he'd always stay with her. But what was with the sudden mention of the island…?
She frowned. Her eyes grasped a look at the ground. The snow gathered making everything well… winter. That was the best way to describe it. She felt his light grip on her hand disappear all together.
"Sora…?" Sora looked over at the worried Orette. "Hmmm?"
"… I have a present for you." She said quietly. Sora looked over at her. "Eh?" Sora titled his head. Orette pulled something from her pocket. It was decorated in a simple red bow. Sora's eyes grew as he saw it.
"Uh… Orette—" Sora said speechless. Beneath the red bow laid a small Paopu charm. Sora eyes saddened as she looked at the lonely Paopu resting in her hand. That charm might always be lonely…
"… Orette. I can't accept it." Orette's eyes confirmed a twinge of sadness. She took a deep breath in and looked at Sora. Water rested in her eyes as she said. "I know. That's why I got you this instead." Sora looked surprised. "Or-Orette." She pulled another charm from her pocket. "Here. Take it—" A silver and white snowflake rested in her hand. It seemed it was made out of a metallic material. It was beautiful, he noted, as she placed it into his hand.
Sora stood, and smiled warmly down to Orette. "Thank you--- but I'm leaving Orette." Orette felt the twinge of pain in her heart again. She'd known it was going to happen, but…it was impossible for it not to hurt. Orette knew. Somewhere, all along, she knew. She knew he was going to leave. She knew he didn't love her, she knew he loved someone else. And she knew… that the best she could do was a snowflake. He was going to the island, and she had always known.
"Goodbye, Orette… Maybe… We'll meet again someday. Maybe." Orette watched that same silhouette fade into the snow once again. And then--- he was gone. His impossible, loveable chestnut hair was gone. His intricate, astounding ocean eyes… faded, into the winter. He took her snowflake, and was gone. He was to return to the island, and here? Who knew. Maybe one day, he'd show again. With her snowflake. Even if things were purely platonic.
She stared up at the snow, some of her the snowflakes placed themselves on her. Orette could feel her warm tears becoming colder from the temperature.
…Goodbye Sora…
She sat there, and she watched the Snowflakes.
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Thoughts;
Again, short ficcy. Sorryz.. Anywhoo. The next "haruka haruka" is coming soon. and I'm thinking about changing my penn to lunamaria.. She is obsessed with gundam SEED/ Destiny. She's never going to get over it. Anyways.. if you'd like.. contact me at my aim. x core spelndor. oh && Dedicated;
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