A/N: Thankfully, this didn't take as long… But this is the shortest chapter so far! And probably the worst as well.

Seriously, this chapter is terrible, I just wrote it in 8 minutes, and it's midnight here.

BUT! It's very important, and you'll see why.

Thank you to everyone who reviewed! I think that there were three of you! (=.=lll)

*hides in a corner* My life is so depressing…

Anyway, review reply to Aya-chan~: Thank you so much!! Sorry to have kept you waiting for so long, hopefully I'll get faster… And thank you, I'll definitely keep it up! …If I can…

Snowflake

'Everything I play, I play it for you.'

The words rang though Yamamoto's mind, shooting into every millimetre of his consciousness. Trying his best to clear his head, he found himself panting involuntarily, which alerted the man at the piano of his presence.

"Takeshi!" Hayato rushed over to the swordsman, his voice laced with worry. "What's wrong?"

The taller man slowly raised his head, taking in his surroundings. Then, without thinking he wrapped his arms around the silver-haired male.

Blinking in confusion, the shorter man looked down at the arms encircling his waist, then at the figure before him. Realising what was happening, he managed to stutter, "T-T-Takeshi?!"

Alerted by the other's voice, Yamamoto opened his eyes, and saw what he was doing. He jumped back quickly, a blush staining his features. "I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me, I just-" His words died in his mouth as he realised that he had absolutely no idea of what he had been thinking. But somehow, the quick embrace had felt so… familiar. Glancing down at his arms, a thought flashed across the swordsman's mind.

"His skin is soft and smooth… It's nice to touch." The man's blush intensified as he realised what he had just told himself. Shaking his head, he gave a smile to his companion.

"The piece you played just then, it was amazing! How come you never told me that you could play like that?" Hayato jumped slightly, his skin still tinged with a bit of red from the hug.

"W-Well, I don't really know… I had no idea that I could play either. It just sort of… came to me." But then the shorter man's eyes grew hazy. "I vaguely remember playing that piece for someone. But I have no idea who it was."

Yamamoto laughed and slung an arm around the other man's shoulders. "Well, whoever it was sure is lucky! Maybe you should play for me some time!"

The silver-haired male looked up at the swordsman before nodding enthusiastically. "I will!" he answered with a smile.

"Wow…" Hayato stared out of the window in awe. Beside him, Yamamoto grinned.

"I know, it's pretty amazing, isn't it? I never get tired of watching this." The duo knelt by the wall, their arms resting on the windowsill. Outside, nature seemed to have a mind of its own as it sent blanket after blanket of snow tumbling down to the whitened ground.

The silver-haired man watched wide-eyed as an endless torrent of snowflakes danced over the window, leaving long trails of water behind them. The intricate patterns on the twirling particles seemed to entice him, coaxing his gaze deeper and deeper inside of them. He saw each and every detail, every ornament that decorated the soft disks like they were the most complicated artworks ever created.

But he didn't notice that his companion's attention was not on the deluge outside, but on him. Yamamoto's eyes took in the awestruck man, noting the flawless, pale skin, the alluring and shining eyes and the long strands of delicate silver hair. Like this, the Rain guardian thought that Hayato looked like an angel. He had no idea what angels looked like, but he was pretty sure that this man came very close. And if someone said that there was an angel in Heaven more beautiful than him, Yamamoto wouldn't believe them.

He didn't know why he was thinking these sorts of things, especially about a man he had met just over a day ago. He knew that these thoughts were not normal, but he didn't care. He also knew that if Hayato could hear his thoughts right now, the shorter man would most likely be confused and disgusted.

But as the silver-haired man turned and smiled gently at him, Yamamoto couldn't bring himself to do anything in response. The simple change from the other's usual unsure and nervous expression struck something deep inside the swordsman's body.

Yamamoto Takeshi had never been in love before, but judging by the crazed beating of his heart, he was getting pretty damn close.

A/N: See why it's so important now? :0

The story's getting intense! And no, I DIDN'T RUSH THEIR RELATIONSHIP!!! DX

I have it all planned out, so please try to bear with me... I know it's hard… I KNOW THAT I SUCK BUT I'M JUST A POOR POOR FANGIRL WHO IS ASIAN BUT CAN ACTUALLY SPEAK ENGLISH VERY WELL BUT BUT BUT… can't really write.

Reviews are greatly appreciated and practically needed because I'm becoming depressed. If you haven't realised that already.