Disclaimer: Never mind, never. Can you leave a soul to mourn in peace?
Characters/Pairings: Mayuzumi Chihiro, Izuki Shun.
Warnings: grammar errors, genderbending, crack-pairing and where the hell are the puns?
i. Enchanted
It's winter, and Mayuzumi Chihiro has never been enchanted.
He walks through the garden to the main house that is, by now, is frozen and can't help wondering how the eagles can live there in this kind of weather. The pond is now a sheet of white ice that sparkles under the ray of sunshine. The grass has been frosted white and stands crisp under his shoes. Snow seems to glitter too, but he's not here to admire the beauty of winter.
And there she is – sitting on the porch by the pond, cheeks flushed and a scarf wound tightly around her neck. For a moment, he thinks that the wind may carry her away. He takes some steps closer, she waves her hands and gestures him to sit next to her.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" asks Izuki, eyes fixing on the white landscape.
"Yes." He says, clearly not talking about the surrounding as he glances at her. "But why did you call me?"
She laughs.
"I…" This time he has bad feeling. "… want to make a snowman."
But the sight of a beaming Izuki is worth it.
(The truth is, Mayuzumi has never thought winter is that beautiful.)
tag: the title should be "winter".
ii. Fireflies.
Actually it ends abruptly.
Afternoon and Mayuzumi watches firelies move freely like mobile stars across the expanse of the park. He has just finished his book - the ending is a bit rush, which makes him frown for ten seconds - and decided to enjoy the surrounding. Small children run past him to the embrace of their parents, their laugh echoes in his ear, noisy yet welcoming, reminds him that he is in a public area and he has just graducated and he isn't home. It's actually a bit freshing to leave Rakuzan behind.
A sound reach Mayuzumi's ears - let's blame him for being so observant because he has the feeling he knows that laugh, freely, clearly and lively. Her voice is soft and light, sweet and clear that rests on his ears, making him calm and easy.
He knows that voice and its owner.
He isn't sure if she remembers him, but the moment she passes, she gives him a tiny smile with sparkling eyes, Mayuzumi swears that he feels something float in the air.
He continues watching the fireflies, and feels like he's breathing for the first time.
iii. Gold
'As good as gold' is what people usually say. Not Mayuzumi, though. It's valuable, pretty and attractive, sure, but what's else, what's so special? It's expensive and isn't common, isn't used to make anything important.
It'd be unwise to compare her to gold. She's nothing like that. She's attractive, sure, but she shines the way that makes the metal look cheap. She is special, smart and funny and strong - incredibly strong.
Mayuzumi frowns and leans back, place his hand on his forehead. Never in his life has he thought too much.
Nothing is good enough.
Izuki doesn't seem to realize it, either.
She doesn't even look at the ring until she has worn it for a week and suddenly wakes him up at the middle of night.
iv. Hands
zuki, in the course of one year, know what can soothe her when she's tired. His hands. Izuki let the pads of her fingers guide her senses as she explores the wonders of his own hands, relishing their coarseness, examining each finger with simple adoration. She hears a sound rumble from the deep in his throat when she splays her palm out against his own, noting with a measure of awe how his hand easily doubles her own in size. To her, it's weird, because they're both basketball players - ah, sometimes, she forgets she's a girl.
"I think I love your hands the best." She smiles, presses a very chaste kiss to the tip of his fingers. He still doesn't move an inch, as if to memorize every contour of her lips.
"I think I've found your new fetish, Izuki-san."
"Really?" Her fingers dance along the strong bones in the back of his hand, which becomes more defined as he flexes. Her hand comes once again to rest again his palm, and he takes the chance to wrap his finger around it and trap it there. "There's the reason." She continues, her fingers lace with his and flashes him a smile. "Look at how perfectly we fit. Mayuzumi-san, when a man takes a woman's heart with a diamond, her hand is his, right?"
He let the words wash over him for a moment, before giving her a tug in his direction and naturally, Izuki lets herself be guided into his arms by the simple gesture. She loses her balance momentarily, but quickly catching herself against his chest and flashes him a look that speak volumn.
Their hands, which indeed fit so perfectly together are still joined and held between them.
tag: okay why is Izuki the one to propose?
A/n: Hope you enjoy and a friendly reminder that I'm a review whore.