Season's Serenade III
-Winter-
Thickening layer of snow was bestowed upon the land; angelic dust whirled in mid air, forming a vortex that moved in abstract pattern— almost like dancing— and joined the cold gust. Drizzle of glacial flowers blanketed the nation with its customary wintertime beauty, ethereally blessing the land in the shade of perennial grandeur. Footprints gnawed at the whitened ground, sending chill to the skin, resulting breath to come out in the form of small flurry of icy pants.
Kyon stood in front of a pine tree, staring at the frosts that dangled on the tip of its branches. It was almost like a frozen tear that stilled, noting its love towards the warmth of spring spree. A thousand of crystal gemstones started bathing his chocolate sweater, painting it pale, leaching the existing color away. For a brief of time, he could still be seen; his mind travelling, glancing to the right only because of the distraction that waited for him. When his sight found her, all the thought of winter forgotten and she became the only thing that Kyon knew.
What the snow had done for the land was nothing to what it did for Nagato Yuki. She stood beside him with the lavender hair that shone in the whiteness of perimeter, fishing for his attention and he honestly had fallen for it. The sweater she put on matched his, covering her porcelain skin that radiated warmth albeit the freezing draft and brisk breeze that detained the comfort and temperature. It was almost like mannequin— how her skin stayed pale with a slight pink hue on cheeks; a very fractional hint that she was alive. Yuki Nagato was almost like a girl in dream and fantasy, and the non-stop brain of him paused when she looked at him— pure black dived into golden beauty.
She tilted her head to a perfect angle and another butterfly messed with his stomach. Kyon still found it mesmerizing; despite the (more) intimate interaction they shared as the time flew by. When he had found a new life as an eleventh grader, the desolate world became less and less unfamiliar with each passing night, noting her presence that was almost unfathomable for logic. It was almost too silly that he started spilling his secret to her, spoken with such frankness that he almost forgot that she was not originally a human. Yuki had started to toss her stoic image too; her words tinted the conversation, streaming from her mouth delicately and Kyon found her forming a (really) tiny candy sweet smile in a higher frequency.
Higher frequency— meant twice a week. But it was real.
Kyon looked away from her gaze, half-realizing that if she ever knew the meaning of crimsonness on his cheeks— that had nothing to do with the freezing draft— he would have to lock himself in the nearest toilet to analyze how he should say and how he should act. Though difficulty couldn't be avoided, winter embarked its journey towards Kyon's mind, leaving him pondering in silence for about a moment. Finding stillness when Yuki was around was not a surprise, but Kyon decided that it couldn't last any longer.
"It's ironic," he slightly wondered why such complex words accompanied the opening of dialogue. When he found her looking at him; eyebrow twisted upwards for the slightest centimeters; he assumed that she was giving him a quizzical look. "I mean… the winter. How the snow falls so magnificently, but the plant— including this pine— craves for the warmth in spring. Well… snow gives our eyes a refreshing sight, but it gives the plant a…"
"…nuisance?" she guessed the word and it was a perfect score for her mind-reading.
"Yes… That's the word," I responded. "It's ironic."
"It's probable that nobody but I also resemble the snow… being a nuisance for the others… Because I'm Yuki Nagato," she said with her flat voice, but deep behind that was a trace of sadness. Kyon was left stupefied with the statement; it was much (too) different from the reply she usually said. It was then he realized that the time she spent with him might flicker a certain emotion in her mind, and it tragically headed into a melancholic one. Indeed, her name could also mean snow, but it was only a coincidence. With this, he had just learned that words could be a sharp dagger, stabbing from the back with its tip, hungry for blood. Kyon locked his gaze with hers and started speaking.
"No," he replied, not caring about anything but the fragile soul in front of him. With that simple rebuttal, all he could do now was slightly wondering why his body really wanted to embrace the porcelain angel. Yuki simply stared back at her, silently demanding for an explanation from his mouth. His brain felt like being scrambled into pieces, and a part of him really wanted to know why he was ready to give the world in a silver platter for her. That was when he thought blissfully: it must be love at its finest.
"Because you… you only inherit the beauty of the snow… and nobody considers you a nuisance… I'll not forgive those who consider you like that," what he said was straight from heart and he knew that he shouldn't think hard to state it. Because it was her, how she supposed to be; not a nuisance, but a friend, or maybe even more than that.
Kyon would never know— whether what he said was just a random statement or a proposal— but then, she smiled— and it was real.
A/N: This is not my best. I made it in the middle of the night, and I'm getting sleepy. So, sorry? For me, it's a little bit fast-paced, but well, it's a one-shot about winter. O yeah, Yuki in Japanese means snow, right? I hope you like this chapter! Review please!