MUGEN

Snow

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Snow had always been more of a bother than anything else for me. It's cold, humid, and makes it hard to hide amidst so much white and light. However, since you came here, each and every one of those things seem irrelevant; since you came here, snow means different things.

"Stop! Stop! Stop!" You shout, pushing your back against my chest as if your little feet could slow down the wooden sled I built, and which we are on, sliding down the hill.

"What are you saying, woman? This is the best part!" I cheer you up, as I keep a firm grip on the vehicle and its route. You tighten your hold, surrounding my arms with yours.

"I can't look, I can't look." You repeat, turning your face to the side, on the sleeve of my kosode.

I think it's time to stop.

After a soft movement on the steering handle, something almost imperceivable makes it start to slowly come to a halt.

"What are you doing?" You ask, still hidden between my clothes.

"Stop. That's what you wanted, isn't it?" I answer.

"You are slow." You complain. We are still quite fast, but I keep the gradual drop in speed.

"I can leave it to you, really. I can just get off." I rise my hands from driving, and the sled softly turns to one side.

"What are you doing?!" I can hear all of your disbelief in that short question.

I start laughing, as soon as I take hold of the steering handle again.

"You are so mean." You complain, trying to stand up.

"What are you doing, Kagome?" I try to keep you there, seating between my legs, but I soon realize I've teased you at a bad moment. "Stop!" I warn you, and I can feel the dagger you stare at me next.

Then, the sled hits a rock I didn't see on the way, and we both go flying forward due to the speed. I wrap you in my arms and protect your head to my chest, so that it is my body the one hitting the bushes and its sharp leaves; holly, I think they are called.

We land, and remain there, still for a moment, breathing the cold air of the hill erratically. We seem to be waiting for the other to speak first, and finally, I voice, "Are you ok?"

An instant later I feel you nod.

"I'm sorry." You mutter.

"Don't be. I should have gone slower." I reassure you.

"But I shouldn't have tried to get… off?" You also seem to understand, there was little chance for that to go well. "I should have trusted you more."

"In that, you are right." I accept.

"Idiot." You say, your voice a laugh, as you hit me twice, hand open, on the chest.

"Ouch." I groan, without strength, knowing that will make you laugh a bit more.

Then, you lift your gaze, enthralling me with the chestnut brown of your eyes, and the furious rosy of your cheeks, born from the cold. I caress your lip, gently, fixing my gaze there, then I lean and kiss you while in the middle of those bushes, and those sharp leaves I couldn't care less about.

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A/N

A moment, out of the many possible ones of them.

I hope you enjoyed it

Kisses,

Anyara.

This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart