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Epilogue

"It's not snowing."

Yuki only rolled his eyes at Shuichi's mournful tone. "Thanks for the weather report, but I can see it for myself."

"Yu-ki!"

Said former teacher chose to ignore that almost whining tone, looking around for something to distract Shuichi with. After being sent to Switzerland, which was where they were now, they had enjoyed sightseeing very much. The only glitch to this perfect picture was that he had completely underestimated Shuichi's obsession with snow.

It had been snowing when they arrived but by the time they had reached heir hotel, it was almost completely dark. Yuki had been wiped out and exhausted, wanting nothing more than to be allowed to rest in peace. That had been the only reason he had promised Shuichi he would play in the snow with him the following day.

Fortunately-or unfortunately, depending on which side of the hill Yuki was looking from- snow had stopped falling by the next morning. It didn't snow the whole day, and the day after. And the day after the day after. In fact, it didn't snow for almost three weeks.

And every single damned day, Shuichi would make Yuki take a walk in the park. Just in case it starts snowing, Shuichi said. Yuki snorted. If the brat wanted snow so much, they could always just go back to Japan, where he could go to the Snow House in the amusement park.

But noooooooooo, Shuichi wanted 'atmosphere.' Now, Yuki didn't know what kind of 'atmosphere' Shuichi meant. The only 'atmosphere' he was currently 'enjoying' was cold, freezing and basically a pain in the arse.

Pausing in his long, even stride, Yuki stuffed his almost numb hands into the pockets of his coat, watching as his breath came out in little white misty puffs. For a moment, he watched as Shuichi happily skipped-yes, skipped- and the briefest of all smiles touched his frozen lips for a nanosecond.

Although he hadn't been too happy about the idea of being sent here at first (Yuki detested travelling and any form of movement that required too much energy), he couldn't deny that it was doing Shuichi good. Already, the haunted, hollow look Shuichi always wore without even realizing had melted; all traces of tension and stress had ebbed away and it made Shuichi seem somewhat younger and more innocent. Just like how teenagers his age was supposed to look.

Glancing at his wristwatch, Yuki decided no matter how much Shuichi was enjoying himself, walking aimlessly for almost three hours just for the sake of waiting for snow was a tad too much. He called out to his companion. "Shuichi, we're going back."

Shuichi spun around to look at Yuki, a petulant expression of disappointment and reluctance on his face. "Ehhhhhhhhh? But Yuki, it's not snowing yet!"

"I can see that. Come on, it's almost night. I'm hungry and cold and I can't even feel my toes anymore. If you're not coming, I'm leaving you here."

"But….but…"

Yuki walked away in the opposite direction before he fell victim to Shuichi's cursed puppy eyes. Shuichi jogged a little to keep up with Yuki, still making his protests heard. "But it's our last day here! And it's definitely going to snow soon!"

A pause. "It hasn't snowed in almost three weeks, Shuichi. Its practically spring. What makes you think it's going to snow now?"

"Um…coz coz…I want it to!"

"Yuki!" was Shuichi's indignant squeal when all Yuki did was give a snort before continuing on his way, his pace faster that ever.

"Let's stay out for just a little while more? Pleeeeeeeease? Okay? Yuki! Are you even listening to-omph!"

Shuichi was cut short as he walked straight into Yuki's back. Rubbing his injured nose, he asked, "Why did you stop so suddenly, Yuki? That-"

Ignoring Shuichi's words, Yuki merely pointed upwards. "Looks like God decided to take pity on your stupidity."

Shuichi gazed up into the sky, holding his hands out to catch the first fall of snow. It was white. Everything was getting covered with soft, downy snowflakes, descending ever so gracefully from the heavens above, first dancing gently one way, and then the other. From a distance, Shuichi could hear the excited squeals of children along with the joyful barking of a family dog resounding in the otherwise silent air.

Almost giddy with joy, he turned towards Yuki. "Look Yuki, snow!"

Yuki smiled at his childlike demeanour before he could stop himself. Really, he was smiling too much to be healthy nowadays. With a careless shrug, Yuki decided to blame it on the snow. "I can tell."

"Snow! It's snow!" Shuichi paused his twirling in the snow to throw Yuki a glance. "Let's have a snowball fight!"

"No."

"Why not? Fine, how about snow angels?"

"No."

"Yuki!"

Yuki smirked at Shuichi's exasperated exclamation. Maybe he hadn't gone completely soft yet.

Shuichi frowned a moment at Yuki's uncooperativeness before an idea hit him. He gave Yuki a million-watt smile that made him instantly worried. "Yuki, let's go buy some ice-cream."

XXX

Half an hour later, Yuki was completely befuddled.

He was holding an ice-cream cone in each of his hands, watching Shuichi as he cheerfully bought something from a store vendor. Falling into step with Shuichi, he glanced at the transparent plastic bag Shuichi was carrying: two cotton candies, one pink, one yellow, some liquorice and a bag of fruit-flavoured gummies.

"Shuichi, please don't tell me we're going to eat all of this junk for dinner."

Shuichi only grinned in delight. "No silly! You'll see."

And so Yuki watched. With two ice-cream cones in his hands.

For once, Yuki was grateful for the icy weather for preventing the ice-cream from becoming sticky puddles of goo. Seated on a bench, he watched as Shuichi struggled rolling huge balls of snow. He mounted a large ball of snow onto a larger ball of snow and repeated with another one. Shuichi stuck twigs onto the two snowmen he had built with pride and motioned for Yuki to come over. "What do you think?"

Yuki inspected hem critically, looking up and down. "..." He said slowly, "Shuichi, you forgot to give them faces."

Shuichi responded with a "No I did not!" and busied himself with the sweets he had just bought. He opened the bags of the cotton candies first, lovingly arranging the yellow one on the head of the taller snowman before sticking the pink onto the other. Then, he opened the bag of gummies, selecting mango gummies to go with the yellow 'haired' snowman. Stepping back to survey his work after pressing two blackcurrants 'eyes' to go with the other snowman, Shuichi plastered liquorice for mouths on both snowmen and nodded with satisfaction. "Almost there."

He took the ice-cream cones from Yuki's hands. "Now, for the noses!"

Yuki stared at him. "You can't be ser…" He trailed off when Shuichi promptly mashed the ice-cream cones horizontally onto the snowmen's 'faces'. Shuichi proudly proclaimed, "There, I'm done!" before turning back to Yuki. "What do you think now, Yuki?"

Yuki stared in utmost horror and revulsion at the…things. "Shuichi, why are they molesting each other?"

Indeed, that was how it looked like: Shuichi had made the snowmen face to face, with the twigs (their arms) on each other. Insulted, Shuichi huffily said, "They're not molesting each other, they're hugging! Look," Shuichi gestured at the taller snowman, "this is you and this," he gestured at the other," is me! See? They're going to kiss."

Yuki was at loss for words for a moment. So that's what they were doing. Then Shuichi's words sank in. Smirking inwardly, he neared the snowmen, placing himself so that Shuichi was on the opposite side of the snowmen. "This is most definitely not me; I don't have a Pinocchio-sharp nose," he said casually, plucking both cones out, one after the other.

Shuichi yelled a hurt "hey!" when Yuki sent the ice-cream cones sailing over his shoulder but was cut off when Yuki leaned forward and tugged the edge of his muffler, catching Shuichi as he fell forward in surprise. Yuki's eyes were warm with laughter, something that didn't happen very often. "How are we supposed to kiss with noses like that?"

As dusk turned to night, Shuichi was in Yuki's arms as the snow silently fell about them, obscuring them and their snowmen from view. Yuki silently agreed that once in a while, having this sort of atmosphere was most satisfying. And judging from the way Shuichi's lips were responding to his, his pink-haired brat agreed as well

The title of the sequel is Phantom Butterfly and here's a little summary:
Summary:
Set six years after Stained Glass Masquerade, Shuichi is in training as a child psychologist and Yuki is one of Japan's leading fashion designers with a personal assistant who, in Shuichi's opinion, has more than just professional interest in Yuki. Yuki being Yuki brushes it off and says he's over imagining things. One day, Shuichi meets a new patient - six-year-old Rika who is being hospitalised due to being abused by her father. The closer he gets to Rika, the more Shuichi sinks into the dark memories of his past-something Yuki isn't too happy about. Will Shuichi ever get to escape the ghosts of his past, or will it forever haunt him?