A/N: Forcing self not to take down 'Translucent'. The more I think about it, the more I dislike it. Reviews make me a happy fox. Hehe.
Prompt: 003 - Ice
Characters: Cye
Word Count: 411
Notes: Cye-centric.
Cye let out a long, slow breath and watched a puff of mist rise into the air. It was winter now, the ground was covered with a light dusting of snow and the ponds were frozen over. With a small shiver, the auburn-haired boy wrapped a scarf tighter around his neck. He shoved his hands into his coat pockets and walked a little faster. His cheeks were bright pink, bitten by the cold winds and snowflakes had caught in his eyelashes. He had come to the conclusion some time ago that he disliked winter.
Cars rushed past on the street, the constant sound of movement. Children were giggling as they aimed snowballs at one another, jumping and running. They were all bundled in scarves and coats, gloves that their mothers had supplied. He laughed while ducking to the side to avoid a stray snowball. Cye decided that he didn't mind the winter that much; he enjoyed the buzz of life. He enjoyed watching the very thing he fought to protect.
Upon reaching his desired destination, he sat at the edge of a fountain that had been turned off for the winter. He gazed at the stone designs, listening to the trickling of water in his mind. He couldn't wait for the spring when the water would flow again. He smiled gently, closing his sea-colored eyes, for a moment forgetting about the freezing air surrounding him. That is, until a ball of powdery white snow hit his arm. His eyes snapped open, searching for the culprit. No one else had been anywhere near the fountain, there were no fresh footprints in the snow, no obvious clues. Another one hit his side from the opposite direction. The teenager could have sworn he heard laughter from beyond the fountain.
He stood slowly, carefully observing the area around him, somewhat confused. The air was silent and he seemed to be the only one around. All at once four snowballs were thrown, Cye stepping backwards to avoid them. Unfortunately, there had been a patch of ice just behind him. He yelped as he slipped and was hit by the snowballs despite trying to dodge them. Landing, he winced a little, looking up to try to catch who had thrown the white powder.
Four familiar faces were grinning over at him, laughing and chuckling.
"You alright?" One called over, smirking. It was then Cye was absolutely sure he disliked winter; unless he could pay his friends back.