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Winter walked beside Tamaki on the snowy bank of January Junction. His long silver robe stretched out behind him, and the halo of snow that danced around his head gleamed in the morning sun. The little book that held all of the world's weather forecasts was tucked under his arm, and he wore a placid expression. He wasn't exactly happy about losing his favorite worker.

Tamaki was dressed in the wool coat that was given to him by the Winter Fairies, and his cap was tucked around his ears to repel the cold. He huddled deeper into the cloak and blew out a plume of air that had nothing to do with his forsaken powers. He was chilled to the bone, and was in no way used to the cold that cloaked him. His sparkling white teeth chattered against each other, and he was a bit envious of the fact that Father Winter was completely unfazed by the weather.

They approached the familiar lake that Jack had loved as a spirit, and they came to a stop. Winter regarded Tamaki calmly. "I must leave you now."

Tamaki bowed low, not quite as gracefully as he once had. "Goodbye Father Winter," Tamaki spoke, the chattering of his teeth betraying him.

Winter returned the bow, though he didn't bow quite as deep. After all, Jack was his subordinate, human or not. "I will return in the spring." He said, and began to fade into a mist of snow and silver. "Until then, farewell." His voice echoed and faded as he disappeared into the night sky.

Tamaki heaved sigh and smiled. He shook the snow off his cloak and carefully descended the slippery bank. The day was quickly descending from twilight, and the moon was beginning to light up the sky.

He took the bank slowly, finding crevices to stick his feet in. It didn't work out too well, and he heard a familiar swish as the snow gave, and he ended up tumbling foolishly to the ground. He gasped and rolled onto his back, only to see a mountain of snow rushing to meet him.

He quickly rolled and tried to crawl, but the snow hit him straight on, and he was thrown to the ground under the weight of it. Only his head and right arm stuck out, and his fingers twitched in frustration. He grunted and wiggled, trying to free himself, without avail. With a sigh, he buried his head in the ground and breathed in the calming scent of the snow.

"Uhm, are you ok?"

Tamaki looked up, more surprised and embarrassed than he had been in his entire immortal life. His cheeks heated up until he could almost literally melt the ice around him himself.

Haruhi stood above him, once again in slacks and a long coat. This time, however, she had abandoned her skates, and held a mug of steaming tea and an afghan in her hand. She looked at him questioningly.

He was completely speechless; she was so cute! He stared at her dumbly, with his arm and head still sticking out of the mountain of snow. "I'm stuck," he said automatically, mortified that this was how they would first meet. He had imagined something quite different, something along the lines of him arriving with a horse and mountains of gold- already achieved- and spinning Haruhi in his arms, with flower petals and rainbows dancing around them.

This was a huge step from what he had imagined.

She laughed, and a plume of smoke came out of her dry lips. "Come on," she said as she bent down and wrapped her mug in an afghan. She buried the afghan in the snow and reached down to push the heavy snow off Tamaki. Then she grabbed his hand.

It was like an electric charge had gone through him. The warmth of her hand sent him reeling, and he nearly burst just thinking of how close she was. He realized in that moment that he was touching her for the first time, and with human hands! He had dreamt of this moment for years! Her slender fingers, warm from the tea, wrapped around his. Without even thinking about it, he enclosed her tiny hand in his, and held on tight. She heaved, and within moments, Tamaki came rolling out. He stood quickly, quite embarrassed, and swiped the snow from his cloak.

"Whoa," Haruhi said, and fingered his cloak slowly. She didn't even realize that the mere closeness of her body was making him warm all over. "Where did you get this material?"

"Oh, uh," he was startled. What do I say? "A friend gave it to me as a goodbye gift." Well, at least he was telling the truth.

"That's amazing," she muttered, and bent down to retrieve her mug. She held out the afghan to him. "Here, you must be cold."

He shook his head. "Keep it. I'll be fine." He was getting the hang of this human thing.

She tutted. "You'll catch your death," she said with a mother-like authority, and threw it around him. "What's your name?"

The afghan fell around Tamaki's head like a sheet, and he fingered the material delicately with his right hand. Then he felt like a blundering idiot as he suddenly forgot his name. Before he could say Jack, however, a little wind blew from the north, and he swore that it whispered 'Tamaki'.

He smiled. "Tamaki Suoh. Yours?" he asked, although he already knew the answer.

She returned his smile. "Haruhi Fujioka." She looked at him questioningly, and he saw a flicker of recognition light her chocolate eyes, much like it had when he saved her at this very lake, on this very day. But, just like before, the recognition died, and she was once again looking at him with clouded human eyes. "Do I know you from somewhere?"

He blushed. "No, I'm not from around here. I've just arrived." Now that was definitely true.

She shook her head, the confusion sending wrinkles to her forehead. "I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else." The wrinkles disappeared, and she smiled courteously at him. "Well, if that's all, I should really be going. My father is expecting me."

Jack grabbed at the afghan, but Haruhi threw out her arm. "Keep it. I have more at home." She turned to leave.

"Plus," she called over her shoulder when she was halfway up the snow bank. "You look like you need it more than I do."

Tamaki, for maybe the eighth time that night, blushed under Haruhi's afghan. Up above, the Spirits of Winter watched as their immortal friend fumbled in the human world.


Tamaki climbed the snow bank more carefully this time, and emerged in the town of January Junction for the first time as a human. He knew the town well, so he walked straight through the main square with a ring of authority and confidence in his step. The townspeople stared openly at the beautiful newcomer, and many girls blushed and looked away as he walked by. Tamaki noticed this, but continued walking, with his blond head held high. He was on top of the world; he had just spoke to Haruhi for the first time as a human, and he was even closer to requiring a home. However, he needed somewhere to spend the night, before he began searching for his home in the morning.

He entered the nearest sleeping establishment, but was turned out almost immediately by a sour faced man. He spat out that his place was full, and Tamaki had to find housing elsewhere.

Unfortunately, that was the only housing available in January Junction.

It was full dark now, and the winter chill was settling around his shoulders. He pulled his cloak around him tightly, and watched as the townspeople walked past him, completely oblivious to his presence. A few women regarded him shyly, but never stopped. With a sigh, the former spirit collapsed on a bench, exhausted.

"I never thought it would be this hard," he said aloud, earning himself a few curious stares. He sighed again and wrapped Haruhi's afghan around himself. The snow was falling steadily now, and it was beginning to melt through Tamaki's cloak, soaking his body. He shivered violently, and pulled the afghan tighter to his form. Never had the spirit felt so miserable in snow.

"Excuse me," a voice sounded from above him. Tamaki looked up at the tall figure, and right into the feminine face of Haruhi's father. "Are you alright young man?"

"Oh," Tamaki faltered. "Yes, I'm ok."

"Out shopping for your sweetheart huh?" Renka asked, and sat down beside him. His velvet red hood to his cloak covered his long hair from the snow, and his pale and smooth face stood out against the color. He looked very much like Haruhi, Tamaki noticed.

Renka scooted close to Tamaki. "Just between you and me, a girl loves a man who doesn't spend too much money on her."

Tamaki smiled. "No, I'm not out shopping." he pulled out the coins in his pocket. They glittered from the lit lamps on the street corner. "This is all I have."

Renka gaped. "That's it?" he peered at Tamaki curiously. "You're new. Do you have a place to stay?"

Tamaki shook his head, partially ashamed. He was given only a few simple tasks, and he was already failing horribly.

"Well then!" Renka stood up and swung his coat around his body dramatically. He bowed and looked up at Tamaki. "You shall stay with me young man!"

Tamaki blinked at Renka's sudden out burst. "You're too kind, but I must find a house." He looked down and stared at his shoes. "It's important that I find a house."

Renka mimicked Tamaki and blinked in confusion. He straightened up. "But there are no empty houses in January Junction." he sat down next to Tamaki once again. "What's your name?"

Tamaki looked up, regarding Renka with clear violet eyes. "Tamaki Suoh." Out of politeness, he asked Renka his name.

"Renka Fujioka," Renka spoke, and threw his arm around Tamaki. "Every house in this town is claimed, my boy."

"Then I suppose I will have to build one." Tamaki said with determination so obviously flitting across his face.

Renka shook his head at the young man. "The Lobelia Queens own all the timber and the brick."

Tamaki frowned. "Who are the Lobelia Queens?"

Renka jumped up again. "You said you have nowhere to stay?"

Tamaki nodded, confused at Renka's change of subject.

Renka extended his hand. "Then you'll stay with me and my daughter!" he yanked Tamaki up and looked him square in the eyes, his expression deadly. "But if you lay one fingernail on my little girl, I will personally rip out your reproductive organs."

For the first time in the immortal spirit's life, he was terrified. He wasn't sure what 'reproductive organs' were, but he was sure that it wouldn't be good if they were ripped out. "Yes, I understand."

Renka immediately straightened and smiled widely. "Then come with me!" he dragged Tamaki from the bench, and escorted the young man to his little house on the edge of town.


"What has he gotten himself into?" The Heatmiser breathed, indicating the scene below him. "The transvestite has dragged him off."

Snow smacked his counterpart. "You shouldn't speak like that," he snapped at his twin, and looked down at the scene. He sighed. "But you're right; he isn't doing so well down there."

"Just think," Heat said, turning to his twin. "The cool Jack Frost is being tossed around by a cross dresser!"

Snow couldn't help but laugh, shedding his icy demeanor. He collapsed beside his brother, holding onto his side. His body, along with Heat's, faded into a ripe indigo.

"It's true!" Snow gasped, hardly breathing. "The true Jack Frost would never-"

"That's enough," Honey stood above him, his usual cute face replaced by one of anger. He was quite a weapon when he was angry. "You shouldn't laugh at Jack. He's never been human before."

Snip stood behind him. "Yeah."

Heat and Snow smirked, entwining their fingers. "But he's doing a horrible job at it." They chorused.

Snip grabbed their heads and cracked them together.

"Ow!" They shouted, rubbing the already swelling lumps. They glared at the duo.

"Stop," a voice commanded, and an icy wind that they couldn't feel whipped around them. Winter appeared before them, his snowflakes still dancing around his head, and the black book still in his hand.

"Father Winter," the four spirits echoed, and bowed low.

"I don't want to hear any ill remarks regarding Jack Frost." Winter ordered, his voice full of authority.

Honey peaked up. Even though Winter's voice sounded angry, his face was counter-intuitive; it was as cool as marble.

"Yes sir," they all said, and straightened.

"Sir," Honey spoke, wringing his hands like a child. "Will Jack be alright down their by himself?"

Winter regarded Honey courteously. "I believe that Jack will be fine." He frowned. "But just to be on the safe side, I was considering sending a Spirit down to earth, just in case. Are you up to the task, Honey?"

Honey smiled broadly. "Of course!"

Winter turned to Snip. "And you would be joining him, is that correct?"

Snip simply nodded.

"Well," Winter looked below and watched as Renka dragged Winter's favorite worker around like a rag doll. He resisted the urge to laugh. "When Jack needs help, I'll send you two down to him."

With barely a whisper, the wind gathered Winter, and he was gone.


Here is chapter 3! I hope you enjoyed Tamaki's first encounter with Haruhi. If everything goes as planned, I will be able to upload chapter 4 tonight, so yay!

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