I am eternally behind schedule on these, but I'll catch up by the end. This request was for Yama and Daiba sledding, so I set it in a vague modern day AU.

I saw no appeal in winter. The icy blasts of wind numbed my face, and no matter what type of boots I wore, snow turned my socks into wet mush. But while I suffered, Tadashi fell in love with everything winter had to offer. No matter what I said, he insisted I needed to enjoy the season with him. It may have just been a ploy to force me to drive him around.

His latest venture had me shoving on his back to help him build up speed. The red metal feet of his sled sliced through the snow underfoot, while I struggled to reach the edge of the hill. The slope's angle must have been over sixty degrees, exactly the reason Tadashi picked it out. "This is a bad idea," I said again through panting breaths.

He wiggled his feet in front of him, hands clutching the polished wood of the seat. "It'll be fine. I've done this tons of times." He heaved a sigh as we reached the edge of the hill. "You're really bad at pushing. I would have just started at the top if I knew you couldn't build up speed."

"Well I've never done this before," I snapped, starting him off by smashing my hands against his back. As I watched from the top, the sled upturned halfway down. He rolled the rest of the way down while I rolled my eyes. I told him this would happen.

When he came to a stop at the base, snow dusted every inch of him. It covered his green coat and clung to his eyelashes. He lay there, pouting and staring at the sky. I huffed a small cloud of misted breath into existence before easing my way down the hill on the sides of my feet. "I told you," I called, but he didn't seem too interested in me. His head rolled over, his eyes locked on his right arm. His left hand drifted over to tug his glove away, the movement making his eye twitch. Just as I stepped over him to see the mottled blue and black of his wrist, he screamed enough curses to make Harlock blush.

I couldn't blame him for any of the words that left his mouth. When I helped him to his feet, his hand lolled against his arm as though the inside of his wrist had liquefied. My stomach rolled over at the sight. "Fuck, Yama," Tadashi spat. "If you throw up before you get me to a hospital, I will punch you so hard."

Daiba returned home with a cast on his arm. Yama sported a split lip. They greeted me with exhausted, dead eyed stares and a halfhearted "Hey, Harlock."

I raised a hand to stop them from walking past me. "How?" I asked.

Both took an interest in the walls and ceiling. "Accident," Daiba grumbled. Yama refused to say a word, but they huddled against each other and shivered from their drenched clothes.

They were both soaked from the snow, dripping puddles in the entryway. Before I let them anywhere near the hardwood, I brought them each a change of clothes. Daiba struggled with his sweater until I pulled it off for him and replaced it with the new one. With the fire going, they both made a beeline for the couch and curled up together under a blanket. They clearly shared it because it was the only blanket and not out of friendship. "This is all your fault," Daiba grumbled. He glared at Yama out of the corner of his eye, and Yama glared right back.

"We wouldn't have been out there if not for you," Yama hissed.

I didn't feel like dealing with a fight. "Want something to drink?" I asked.

"Cider," Yama said.

Daiba's eyes flashed with newfound interest. "Me too."

"No," I said. "No alcohol for you." He attempted a half-dozen excuses, while Yama hid a smirk beside him. In the end, they both got cocoa. Their irritation with each other turned on me, while I sipped Cider and watched them pout.

Tomorrow, I would have a proper answer as to what exactly happened, but I had to let it slide for now. They both fell asleep within an hour, heads knocked together as they leaned against each other. I knew they would want to keep their feud going for a while longer, as their stubbornness always led them to do, so I carried each of them to bed. Otherwise they would have woken me up, screeching about the other falling asleep on them.