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Here's to more merry interactions between Jack and Kyo. Light-hearted gooey goodness while I explore a new writing style.

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Snowball and Touch

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When Kyo wakes up the next morning shivering up a storm, she's confused. This isn't new though. She'd always been slow on the take of waking up. There's a puddle of water by her window that she has to sop up that she doesn't know how it got there.

On her way to throw her wet rags in the washing machine her mom is telling her that they're going to decorate the inside of the house today and the tree. She voices back a groan. Her mother, too used to this sort of behavior, simply returns to the kitchen to make a bowl of cereal for Kyo.

It's been ten minutes and Kyo is still going through the motions even after her mom places some cereal in front of her-

Well, you're not imagining me.

-Kyo choked on her mouthful of cereal. She's pounding her chest and there's milk wasted across the front of her nightclothes. Mrs. Kusanagi is exasperated with her daughter, she's ushered from the table and told to get cleaned up.

Looking back on last night, she can't help but feel mortified. She remembers (vividly) telling Jack that it wasn't okay to come to a young girl's room late into the night right before he was leaving.

Standing under the shower, Kyo wonders if there's some way to die of embarrassment. She dismisses the idea shortly after because if there was she would already be dead.

Throughout the day her face fluctuates between red, horrified, and just done. Kyo is a somewhat normal teenager, it's completely in the norm for her to be horrified. She had basically told Jack Frost that it isn't okay for him to come to her room late at night because it gives off the impression that he was trying to get into her pants.

Though her mom does an awesome job of keeping her busy with picking a Christmas theme that would complement the indoor styling of the house. In the end, they eventually settle for lighter tones of blue and green with some specks of red to match the skirting for the tree. They'd only finished the kitchen, living room, and hallway before her mom got called into work to fill in for a no-show. Kyo was less than pleased but reassured her mom that she'd start detangling the Christmas lights.

She wouldn't put them up without one of her parents with her though.

So it's a little past three o'clock on a Saturday while Kyo is moving on autopilot detangling the numerous lights. Sitting out in a comfy chair with three boxes worth of festivities to detangle. It doesn't take a lot of brainpower so she is mostly in her thoughts.

Kyo is working a particular knot in the lights when Jack makes his appearance in her garage out in the back of the house.

He announces his presence by dropping an ice cube down the back of her shirt.

She immediately squeals, dropping the lights and spinning around frailing wildly as the cube slides wetly down the slopes and curve of her back. Catching slight of the spirit Kyo immediately scowls heavily at him. Grabbing the ice as it falls from her shirt, she tries to shove it does his hoodie.

"Jack you are such a child! Here you take it!"

For a dude that looks scrawny, he's actually holding her grasping arms away from him easily. His laugh is light. "No way, it's cold!"

Giving up on that she walks to the pile of snow by the garage edge. While Jack is still busy laughing, at her expense, she constructs a snowball. She proceeds to shove the misshapen snowball down his hoodie with quick hands before retreating back to her chair. This time facing him. It isn't without consequence as she has to rub her hands together to create heat.

Kyo notes that the frost on his hoodie is real.

His sputtering is mainly for effects; the cold of snow (his snow) long since stopped bothering him. Jack is pouting as he shakes his hoodie out. "So mean."

"You started it."

"And that definitely doesn't sound childish."

She crossed her arms causing her wet shirt to touch her skin right as a cold breeze blew through. Getting up she walked to the back door opening it. Expecting Jack to follow, she doesn't look back until she's in the living room only to see he's not in fact following.

Confused, Kyo made her way back. When she sees him staring at her with a half-lidded look she couldn't place, she's even more confused.

"You're not going to come inside?"

He's smirking suddenly. "It's okay if I come into a girl's house when both her parents are gone?"

Kyo knows instantly he's making a joke at her expense referencing the night before. Weren't holiday spirits supposed to be nice? "It's daytime and I'm inviting you inside. Besides you look eighteen and I'm only fifteen."

Jack's eyes glittered with mirth. He can't help it. She had no idea how old he truly is.

When Kyo has changed and they're both sitting at the table. Kyo has made three observations. Jack can move objects, such as the chair to sit down, he can consume foods, and the hot chocolate is cold when he slips on it despite being steamy when she placed it in front of him.

Interesting.

Fiddling with her cup, Kyo is nervous. "Hey." Jack looks up from his drink (nobody has ever offered him something to drink before). "I know you have to be busy and our conversations aren't that interesting."

"What do you mean?"

She takes a deep breath, preparing herself for rejection. She'd rather be prepared then off guard again. "I'm boring. Why do you keep coming back? I mean you can talk to humans and you're outgoing and charming. The popular type." So why are you coming back when I'm just so...average in comparison?

"Popular and charming, huh. Kyo, I didn't know you thought so highly of me."

"Jack."

He held up his hands. "Fine." Kyo noticed he looked more somber suddenly. "Truth is you're the only human I've talked to in over 300 years." She couldn't hide her shock.

"Why?"

"The only way to see a spirit is to believe in them. Nobody had believed in me." Then he's looking at her like she's more special than what she really is. "Well, I thought until you drug me to the ground."

She flushed, the first person and she ended up probably hurting hi-

"Oh, your head! I'm so sorry I forgot to ask sooner. Are you okay?" She felt like slapping herself. He'd hit his head and she is only now asking if he's okay.

Jack waved her off. "It takes more than that to hurt Jack Frost."

She's relieved. Silence penetrates the air until "I'm glad you came back."

His eyes are blown wide and his heart thumps.

She's fiddling with her glasses. "I don't do well with talking about feelings and emotions so don't expect me to say it again."

"Aw, don't be like that! Tell you what! I'll even sign you an autograph for being such a good believer." Jack falls back into his sarcasm; he doesn't know how to approach this.

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She looked over the rim of her glasses at him. "Really?" That really is a great offer. A signature from a real spirit of winter.

Jack realizes she's serious and his grin becomes crooked.

He thinks that she's not as boring as she sees herself.

Despite her want to hang out with the spirit more, they actually don't talk every day. Kyo is kept busy with finishing the house that the only time she has to herself is bathroom breaks, showering and then at night she's just sleeping.

It's Christmas Eve before they get to talk and Kyo is out on her balcony molding snow allowing her thoughts to wander. Their friends and some coworkers had stopped by and Kyo had to dress nicely to keep up appearances. The second they'd left, the dress was replaced for overly warm clothing.

"If it isn't my favorite human."

She offers her own watered-down grin in greeting. "I'm flattered that the man that makes such beautiful snow considers me a favorite."

He's grinning down at her and she could have sworn that his teeth twinkled. A prickle of jealousy flashed. They were extremely white. "As you should."

Kyo smiles at him in good humor. Which quickly flattens the second he points at Kyo's fifth attempt at a snowman and asks her what it is exactly.

"A snowman." Her reply is clipped.

Jack is perched on her balcony edge eyeing her as if she's the confusing one and not him. His expression is dubious. "Do you at least know how to make a snowball?"

Kyo bristled in defense. Scooping up some crunchy snow, Kyo smashed it tightly into a ball before presenting it to the spirit.

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"Is that what you call a snowball?" He managed to look incredulous and highly unimpressed in one expression. "How did you make sharp corners?! It's snow!"

Shielding her snowball from his view, Kyo flushed. "Shut up! Not everyone is blessed to have proper snow every winter." Okay so she was sensitive about her snowballs, so what?

"What do you mean?"

"Do you know I lived in Texas before moving here just months ago?" He's looking at her in curiosity. "It was really hot there so when we did get snow it was more wet and slushy than anything. So seeing this type of snow is still new to me."

She's highly offended when he's petting her head like she's some poor stray. "You poor thing. It must have been so awful."

Moving his hand, Kyo fixed her glasses. "If you're so good at it why don't you show me how to make one?"

"That is a great idea! I'm basically a master at this so I can definitely help an amateur such as yourself."

"Oddly I don't feel overwhelmed with gratefulness."

Jack jumped from the balcony ledge and moved to stand across from her. She realized that space is extremely cramped. "You should."

Kyo sighed. "What's the first step?"

He thinks it's refreshing having someone look at the snow he's grown so used to seeing with the excitement of something new. Sure the kids are excited when it's a snow day but Kyo has that look in her eye like he did when he first realized he could make ice from his staff.

Still…

At this point, the growing pile of misshapen attempts at shaping a proper snowball is becoming depressing. He offers her a tentative smile that he hopes is encouraging. "Try again?"

"Don't make fun of me."

"What-I'm not!"

That night Kyo pulled the bag discarded from the corner of her closet and began to wrap the last-minute presents.

She couldn't describe how she felt.

On Christmas day, they were supposed to open each other's presents, basking in their own company while quiet music played in the background.

It hurt immensely when she was woken up at four in the morning by her parents and told they were going to be home later in the evening with strained smiles. She tried to make excuses to quiet the hurt and anger she felt.

It's an unpredictable job.

They have lives to save.

They wanted to be with me but their job called so of course I got put on the back burn-

After she was sure they had left, tears streamed down her face and she curled into herself. That didn't work because her fat pinched her side uncomfortably and her stomach stopped her from truly curling in.

She felt awkward, hurt, and so alone.

Kyo found herself at home late into the evening. She hadn't bothered turning on the Christmas lights. At least not yet, so the tree remained dark. When her parents returned she tried her hardest to shove those emotions down because some didn't have anyone to celebrate with.

Of course, Kyo isn't as good an actor as she believes.

Jack doesn't come back till almost a full week later.

She doesn't feel comfortable with meeting inside her room. It's her private space and she's sensitive about it.

So with a shout to her parent that she was going out for a bit, she let the spirit guide her the normal human way of walking (because his way was flying and she was not about to do that when he barely looked like he could even hold her weight.)

Jack finds her reluctance amusing but walks beside her nonetheless.

The silence slowly becomes awkward. At least to Kyo. How do you even start a conversation with a spirit?

"How are you today?" Perhaps not that way but it was the best she could do.

Jack is good at rolling with the punches though. He smirked good-naturedly at her. "Better." He doesn't expand on that. Kyo doesn't know if it's deliberate or not so she leaves it be. Maybe she was overthinking his words.

Kyo made a noise in the back of her throat.

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"I'm doing okay by the way." She huffed when it was clear that he wasn't going to ask her back. Maybe he just liked making her uncomfortable. "What have you been up to?" She paused. "Unless it's a secret."

He grinned down at her. "If I tell you, I'd have to kill you."

Kyo tensed horribly and stuttered not realizing he was joking, "Please do not tell me anything!"

"Not even when I broke into-"

"No-wait you broke into something?" She did a double-take and immediately began reevaluating her ability to judge a person's character. "Isn't there a spirit police or something?"

"See now I have to kill you."

"Jack!"

"I was only joking."

Jack slung his arm around her shoulders laughing (relishing in the physical contact) and they bickered back and forth until they made it to the lake a little bit out of town.

They sat on a rock formation facing away from the town and hidden from view. She'd rather not be caught talking to thin air since nobody could see him.

That's when Jack made a comment about Kyo dragging him to the ground in a plan to get his attention.

She frowned, ignoring the flush on her check and willing it away. "I said I was sorry."

He held an arm up in mock surrender. "And I forgive you by the way." Then he's tapping her on the shoulder. "Though next time just tap me on the shoulder if you want my attention so bad."

"I was falling and grabbed the closest thing to me."

He shakes his head mockingly. "What a klutz."

"From the ice you made."

He's telling her about his attempts to get into Santa's workshop while he was away giving out gifts only to get tossed out by a yeti named Phil.

He's in the middle of describing Phil's bad attitude when she interrupts him. "My parents ditched me for the majority of Christmas."

He reels back bewildered. "What? Why?"

"They got called into work. Some medical emergency and the hospital was short-staffed again so Mom went in to help."

"Oh."

"It still hurts and I feel like I'm not that important in comparison to working." There's so much more she wants to say but she doesn't feel that comfortable with him.

He's silent for a minute before, "Tell them."

"What?"

"If they're good parents then they will listen to you. They seem like they care about you a lot." He shrugged and looked away.

It's a full minute before Kyo stops buying her lip in thought.

She tapped his shoulder. "Thank you, I needed that. Perhaps it might be helpful to have you around." She's picking but Jack can't help the hope that blooms in his chest.

He doesn't come back till two weeks later. The next semester of school has started and Kyo is entirely unimpressed with him.

When he did show up, Kyo is in their spot. The temperature got warmer but nowhere near cool enough to not wear mitts. Just enough for her to daze a little.

When he appeared beside her grinning like an idiot as if he did nothing wrong- She pushed him off the formation and gave him her most unimpressed look. "I was worried about you."

He looked at her as if someone worrying about him was strange. "Why would you be worried about me?"

"I thought you got in trouble for telling me about Santa and the others. Maybe it was breaking spirit law or something." She'd thought him leaving was her fault.

The wind tousled her coils as Jack floated back upright; getting up normally was apparently beneath him.

His hand landed on her head sending tingles across her scalp. "Your adorable, Kyo."

Swatting his hand away, Kyo scowled up at him in embarrassment. "I am not! I'm fifteen, not some kid."

"Of course, you're definitely not adorable."

"Well, then your adorable too!"

He shook his head at her lackluster retort. "We'll work on that. Maybe even one day you'll make it on the naughty list."

"You're wrong."

"I'm always right, Kyo."

"You thought a DVD player was some kind of cooking appliance."

Jack shrugged. "And your snowballs have sharp corners."

"They're getting better!" To prove her point, she made some from the snow on the ground.

"Wow, this one could pass-"

Someway this evolved into Jack teaching the uneducated amateur how to properly mold a snowball because it almost pained him how out of touch she was. So he spent the better of an hour correcting her (more like teasing and making sarcastic comments) mistakes.

She'd make a somewhat round snowball. Which she threw at his face.

Of course, that means war in Jack Frost's language. He absolutely demolished her. She never had a chance. Too much of a newbie.

Overwhelmed, Kyo calls from behind a rock. "You're like a Rug Rat on sugar!"

"I don't know what that means but it doesn't seem like a strong insult. We'll work on that long with your comebacks!"

Kyo paused. She doesn't know why she thought a spirit would watch cartoons.

After finally admitting defeat, before Jack takes off, Kyo pokes his back. "We will watch cartoons tomorrow! Mom and Dad will both be at work so I won't have to whisper." She looking at him like he's heading into war.

"Are these cartoons really that serious?"

She only looked at him aghast and proclaimed he needed to be enlightened.

And that is how, hours later after the sun had set and Kyo's parents were asleep, Jack found himself in her room.

(Of course, he had to make a few comments about being in her room at night with her parents asleep since she made such a deal of it last time.

Kyo, with the maturity of a child, ignored him completely.)

Her pink frilly bonnet, pajamas, and polka dots housecoat made for a complete contrast of the pale spirit.

"This right here, you uncultured swine," Kyo's glasses are glinting comically. " is the pinnacle of cartoon land." She is holding her edition of Avatar: The Last Airbender as if it is the last drop of water on earth.

There is a litter of different DVDs surrounding her. Jack is perched on her desk chair.

He has lost count of the many cartoons she has shown him and it's hard keeping up with the names, not to mention storylines.

Also, Jack thinks the name-calling is a bit excessive cause he didn't- well maybe he has called Kyo things like 'amateur' and 'snowball klutz'.

That's beside the point. Jack doesn't understand what's so special about animated films.

When he voices that thought he gets another look. Then Kyo's off on another lecture, popping the first disk into her DVD player (of course she teaches him how to properly hold the disk to avoid the bane of her existence: scratches)

Sometime later into the film, when Jack is engrossed in watching Katara's water bend, Kyo went to the hallway closet for extra blankets and sheets. She doesn't notice that Jack tenses being left alone in her room because he noticed her leaving.

When she comes back in almost hidden beneath a mound of blankets, Jack is confused. Spotting this Kyo made up a bed fort on the floor before explaining.

"In case you didn't you know," judging by her tone Jack was quickly coming to realize that she was about to tell him anyway. "Sitting perched in that position as you are is bad for your posture. As a medical family's daughter, I can not, with a clean consciousness, allow you to watch the duration of the film in such." She gestured grandly to the pallet on the floor.

Kyo doesn't mention that she didn't care if he messed up his posture (well not a lot anyway). She just wanted him to be comfortable so he'll come back.

She'd never had a sleepover to share her passion for cartoons with.

"It doesn't bother me. Also, I don't need the blankets either."

"Too late. I already got them and made up the palette. Should have said something sooner."

"You didn't tell me what you were doing. You just left."

She adjusted her glasses. "That's a weak excuse."

"It's not an exc-"

"Jack."

"If you insist -I do- then I guess." Jack relented shooting her an exasperated look.

Only minutes later, Kyo is completely relaxed underneath her mountain of blankets.

That's how they spent Christmas night together. Watching the adventures of a boy on a mission to save the world. Kyo is explaining different parts and spoiling the show in others. He doesn't know what she means by 'spoiling the show' but he doesn't ask.

Jack outlasts Kyo. She's asleep before the disk fully ends.

Jack...he's awake long after the disk has returned to the main menu. He's just staring at his hands swamped in a blanket and head resting on a pillow Kyo insisted (forced) he uses.

I actually think of Aang sort of when I first watched Rise of The Guardians and saw Jack's character.

Question: Does Jack remind you of Aang?

Next Time on Winter Revelations:

"Jack save me."

He's staring at her in confusion, which isn't new but she's never just outright hugged him before.

Jack scans the room but doesn't find anything that looks remotely threatening to her life. He's even more confused. "From what?"

"My parent's anniversary is tomorrow and they keep listening to that song!" She gripped his hoodie and he wondered if she realized how she looked pressed against him.

He finally paid attention to the noise he'd heard in the background since he'd arrived.

-want your body till the very last drop.

I want you to holler when you want me to stop.

Who can love you like me-

Combined with Kyo's frantic look and the suggestive music, he can't be faulted for bursting into laughter. Her look of betrayal and mortification sends him doubling over.