A/N: This is another prompt from Temple of the Toad Sage though this one remains unposted there as someone else beat me to the prompt.

Prompt: Snow

Snow.

He'd always hated snow.

There were absolutely no positive memories belonging to him concerning the atrocious abomination of the weather.

His earliest memory of it was during his infancy. It was snowing the night he'd been born and when his mother was condemned by the merit of his very existence. It was a vengeful blizzard when he'd been forced into exile, barely a few days from the womb. He remembered the sorrowful expression on his aunt's face. Despite the fact that he should have been an abomination to her, just as he had been to her people, she had at the very least, acknowledged that the course of action that they'd committed themselves to was very wrong and that justice would be on his side should be choose to return one day to exact his vengeance.

There had been snow aplenty the first time he took a life, and it had been in a snow filled valley when he'd suffered his first humiliating defeat. It had even snowed the day Shigure implanted his Jagan, and forced him to vow to never reveal his identity to his own sister, one of the very few beings in his existence that he'd allowed himself to actually care about. It was in a snow filled valley in one of the many realms of the Spirit World when he'd finally been arrested for crimes against the Human and Spirit Worlds.

The day he'd lost track of his sister had been one where the snow flurries had been thick enough to obscure even his vision, allowing the mob boss Tarukane and his demon partners, the Toguro Brothers, to kidnap her. He fought through a snow covered forest to retrieve her when he finally found her once more, only to be too late as Detective Urameshi and his bumbling partner Kuwabara managed to save her in his stead.

The snow had been thick and unforgiving when he'd said goodbye to his sister later that day as she continued the search for her "long lost" brother- not knowing he'd been there all along, opting to look out for her from the shadows as he always had.

There was little surprise that Hiei of the Jagan hated the snow.

After all, snow had only brought him pain and misery.