Was there a good reaon why I didn't post this yet:P I really hate my plot now that i look at it, and this is just the build-up. Plus it was too short for me. So yeah. xP This is just barely a thousand words.
Warning ad Disclaimer: If you don't get it by the eleventh chapter, then I'm not saying anything else.
Moment Eleven-
Snow-
"When I was little, I wanted to be born when it was snowing."
I shiver slightly, the cold nipping at my skin, bringing the sheets towards me. I snuggle my head into the pillow, leaning slightly over to Hikaru's side of the bed- only to feel nothing.
I flicker open my eyes quickly, shooting up from the bed quickly, the icy breeze chilling me. My fully-awake eyes scanned the room- where's that breeze coming from? I shudder, as I see what exactly is letting the winter breeze fly in. I sigh, swearing about the maids who left it open, and saunter out of the comfortable bed, wandering over slowly to the window.
I scratch my head, one hand on the window latch, raising my eyes to the white snow outside. My eyes snap open-
"Kao-kun! It's snowing, it's snowing!"
"Hikaru, what are you doing?!" I gape, not knowing what to do-
Hikaru smiles at me, swinging his legs haphazardly over the ground, more than twenty feet below him, "Watching the snow, Kao-kun!" he replies happily, but I don't care.
"Hikaru, get down from there!" I grip the window sill tightly, my heart beating-
"But it's fun!"
"You'll get hurt!" I close my eyes tightly, as he smiled ignorantly at me, "Please, Hikaru, I don't want you to get hurt, Hikaru!"
"Aw…" he says quietly, and I frown, tearing away from the window quickly. I run towards the door, grabbing a coat over my shirt and pants, running down the stairs and out of the mansion, ignoring the strange looks and calls from the maids. I slip into my shoes quickly, and run along the side of the house, trying to ignore the light mist of snow falling onto me.
My breath's in a small puff, as I turn towards the very tree that I had seen Hikaru sitting in.
"Hi-Hikaru?" I pause, and two hazel eyes are set onto mine, his eyes smiling.
"Kao-kun," he pats the snow next to him, as he leans against the tree bark, and I just stare, stunned- how did he get down so fast? I sit onto the wet snow, looking questionably over his attire- a dark brown coat like mines, with a light blue scarf over it. He simply smiles, pulling me against him, making me lean onto him-
"Do you like the snow?" he asks, as the snowflakes fell peacefully. He doesn't look at me, when he brings up his leg, hugging his knee towards himself.
"Not really," I answer truthfully, my hazel eyes watching his face, his reaction, in case he overreacts again.
"I like the snow," he admits, brushing aside a stray hair, "When I was little, I wanted to be born when it was snowing."
I raise my brow, "Really?"
He nods, "My birthday's in summer, so it isn't cold."
"It's warm in June," I add a bit, rubbing my hands together, "So I don't really like the cold."
"That's why orange is for you," he says, waving his hands dismissively, "And blue is for me."
"… Oh," I nod, rubbing my hands together. I shake the snow out of my hair, as I cross my legs- it's pretty cold out.
He's silent for a while, before commenting, "We're both born in June."
I blink, moving my eyes to his, but he moves them away quickly, avoiding me- how does he know that?
He places his head into his hands, cupping his flushed cheeks, "Kao-kun, I'm your brother, right?" and he closes his eyes, and I look at him, not really knowing what he means- if he means what I think he really means- and he sighs, "A lot of people ask me that when you're not there."
I stay silent- shouldn't he already know? Isn't it already obvious? I shift uncomfortably, and I feel his head flop onto my shoulder, and he continues, "I don't see them asking you."
I ponder that for a while. They never did. They never did ask me about anything. I was untouchable- you never asked Hitachiin Kaoru questions.
"A lot of people give me your work to do too," he murmurs, "They call me Hitachiin-san even though they know I like Hika-kun better."
I slide my eyes closed, "But they aren't talking to you."
He shifts his position, until he's leaning almost entirely on me, "Still, don't they have something cute you call you?" his expression's hazy, and I can tell, that maybe he's not really in his right mind right now. He touches my cheek with the back of his finger, before drawing a finger down to my chin, and I'm watching him, wondering what he's doing-
"I don't know why people don't think you're a nice person, Kao-kun," he says, his eyes unfocused. He lets out a short breath before bringing himself against me, rubbing his cold cheek against mine.
"They… don't know me," I reply softly, as he threads a hand over my shoulder, his sight fixed on the snow-chilled ground.
"I don't get it," he mumbles.
I don't get it either.
"But, I don't want to get it," he brings an arm around my waist, and I flinch, startled at the sudden contact, "Because I like blue."
… I blink rapidly, his words sinking into my mind.
What?
He hugs me even tighter, and my heart's beating faster, the knot in my stomach tightening as his chilled fingers press me close to him, his hot breath on my cold skin.
And then I remember something that's escaped me the entire time.
"Hikaru… why did you climb up the tree in the first place?"
He makes a small grunting sound but he doesn't respond, and I lean backwards, letting Hikaru fall onto my lap, his grip tightening around my waist.
"Hikaru?" I poke at him tentatively.
He moves his mouth wordlessly, and snuggles against my stomach, and I'm absentmindedly thinking if he's finding it weird to be in this position. It takes a while for him to answer until he flickers his eyes open sleepily, and he whispers, just loud enough to pierce the quiet snow-
"I wanted to say thanks."
And I run a hand through his hair, my eyes closing, to who?
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