A/N: I fully realize it's only October, but I felt the need to write this. It doesn't snow where I live. It just stays warm or hot. But recently, the last couple of days have actually been cool. It actually felt like it could be fall. To me, that was enough to make me think about even colder weather like Flagstaff...they get snow up there. Not right now, but it does get it eventually...There are only two seasons in my opinion. Summer and winter. Fall and spring last like two weeks and in my book, doesn't qualify as a season. So yes, in a bizarre desire for cold weather and snow, fueled by the oddly cool weather, I wrote this. Enough ranting about AZ weather, on with the story.

I don't own Samurai 7

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"Kyuzo-dono!"

It took all his effort not to cringe when he heard his name called. The silent samurai was currently trying to meditate when an annoyingly familiar voice profaned his honorable name.

"Kyuzo-dono, Kyuzo-dono! It's snowing outside."

He chose to remain silent at the obvious observation. Maybe if he ignored it and left it alone, it would get bored and go away.

"Did you hear me?"

A sword swung through the air and stopped just short of the man's neck.

"I take that as a yes. Come on Kyuzo-dono, everybody is outside enjoying it."

The sword came a little closer to his neck.

"Alright, alright. Just thought I'd tell you."

He turned around and began walking away. Kyuzo kept a single eye open and trained at the figure. As soon as he was sure there was no more sign of magenta hair, he relaxed again. A few minutes later, Kyuzo decided that was about all the meditation he could muster before drifting to sleep. He stood up and stretched. As he opened the door to the outside courtyard, he suddenly became aware of a cold breeze.

"Hey, so you decided to join us?"

Kyuzo turned to face the voices. Outside in the courtyard were the assassins making up Ayamaro's guard. Hyogo was silently sitting on the edge of the wooden walkway while Tessai was sitting right beside him smoking on his pipe. The others were actually in the snow making small balls of the white stuff.

"Think fast!"

On pure instinct, Kyuzo drew one of his swords and slashed at the object of impending doom.

"You suck…"

The fair-haired samurai examined what he so brutally mutilated. Small piles of snow lay around his feet. He glared at the fool who dared to throw something at him.

"You're in trouble now, bandage boy."

The man in question quickly hid his arm behind his back. The other gleefully jumped out of the way as he et Kyuzo stalk up to him. With lightening fast reflexes, the blond samurai grabbed the man's arm and examined it. What would normally harbor small needle projectiles, instead was packed with snow. The rapid-fire-needle-shooter thing in his prosthetic arm was packed with snow. Apparently, the high pressure the gun put out was enough to shoot snow at a good speed.

"Please don't kill me. And if you do, make it quick."

Kyuzo just glared at him for what seemed like hours. After just staring at him and thoroughly disturbing him, Kyuzo let him go and sat beside Tessai and Hyogo.

"…Do it again…I dare you…"

Six words never sounded so fearsome in his entire life. Trying to ignore the pair of crimson eyes boring holes into his back, the man resorted to firing at his other companion. A wad of snow landed right in his single eye.

"Die!"

The assassin that was just attacked extended his mechanical arms and scooped up a large pile of snow.

"Oh crap."

In a quick motion, he dropped the entire pile of snow onto his comrade in arms. He giggled maniacally. Hyogo just shook his head.

"And they call themselves warriors…and assassins…"

He looked over at Kyuzo who was staring off into the distance. He seemed to be studying the snow intently.

"Kyuzo-dono?"

The blond samurai stood up at hearing his name and walked into the open courtyard a distance away from the freakish snowball fight between two freaks. He leaned over and began rolling a ball of snow. Hyogo and Tessai were trying to decide which was more interesting to watch, the snowball fight of freaks or Kyuzo playing in the snow.

"What is Kyuzo-dono making?"

Tessai pointed to the silent samurai in the corner.

"Is he making a snowman?"

Hyogo stared incredulously at the object that Kyuzo was currently manipulating. The single, small pile of snow had grown into a fairly large ball. Sitting on top of it was another slightly smaller ball of snow.

"Great Bishamonten, he is…"

After shaping the balls into the proper shape and size, he began looking around. He walked over to where the two assassins were still trying to clobber each other with snow. First, he went over to the man with the magenta hair and reached into his jacket.

"What the heck you doing?!"

Kyuzo grabbed a set of sharp needles and then walked over to the other. He forcefully yanked on the cloth wrapped around his neck.

"Gah…"

He could not say much as Kyuzo yanked on it quite forcefully and for a few minutes, it restricted his breathing. After commandeering said objects, he walked over to Tessai and pilfered his pipe.

"…My pipe…"

The next person on the list was none other than Hyogo. He calmly took off his glasses and handed them to Kyuzo who silently took them along with his other pilfered goods.

"It's always the silent ones…"

Tessai nodded his head as he reached into his jacket and pulled out another pipe. Hyogo looked over at him wondering why he kept a spare pipe in his jacket. As he wondered he happened to glance over at the snow sculpture Kyuzo was working on.

"That has to be the most disturbing snowman I have ever seen."

Tessai stared at the snowman.

It was the shape of a standard snowman, except the objects making up the parts were odd to say the least. A line of needles were placed into the head forming an odd looking Mohawk. The material was wrapped around the neck like a scarf. The glasses were shoved into the side of the snowman's "face" and a pipe stuck out of its mouth.

"Apparently great swordsmanship is not indicative of artistic talent."

All came to stare and marvel at the freakish creation. After studying it for a while, it did begin to grow on them.

"Well, it's not that bad…"

"Yeah, snowmen have pipes…"

"Can't have a snowman be bald…"

"They need eyes, so maybe they need glasses?…"

"It is chilly out so it would need something like a scarf to keep warm…"

"I think I kind of like it."

Kyuzo walked over to them, looked over his shoulder at the snowmen, and then turned away.

"I want tea."

That was all he said and walked off to go get the warm beverage. The others watched him leave.

"Tea sounds good."

With one final look, they all agreed and took off to join their silent companion.

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A/N: It does not end there...I just wanted to end it there before I got to another ending. It wound up a little fluffier than intended. Oh well, not like I actually plan these things out...But I still liked it. I hope you all enjoyed it also! I think I will write a fall one though...Yeah, I got a good idea for that one...

The second ending:

It felt nice to be in the warm room. They were sitting around a table each underneath a heated blanket. Technology was such a wonderful thing. Each of them had a steaming cup of hot green tea. For once, they could all sit quietly and admire the scenery out the window. It remained silent as such until there was an achingly familiar voice in the distance.

"What in the world is that hideous abomination?! Whoever made that has a serious lack of abilities."

Within a milisecond, they were all piled on top of the silent samurai trying to restrain him. Tessai sat on him using his full weight while Hyogo and the others were also on him trying to pry teh twin katana from his hands. They all froze when the door to their room slid open. Ukyo stared at them with a bored expression and flipped his blueberry hair. Speaking of blueberries, Tessai began to wonder if it were possible to get some blueberry pie...

"Sheesh, if you're that cold I'll tell the servants to turn up the heat. Good grief, where's your restraint?"

The door slid shut and they could hear Ukyo's footsteps fade into the distance. Once they were completely gone, they had to begin their struggle to restrain Kyuzo all over again.

And so, the day wore on, the pure white powder fell, and the solitary snowman stood silently under the falling snow.