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Three of a Kind; Shiro & Ryouta
Topic Started: Nov 29 2009, 05:38 AM (61 Views)
Maureen Hawthorne
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Mo had mittens pulled snug over her hands and the hat atop her head was fuzzy and warm, its flaps covering her ears from the bitter wind outside. The street was blanketed in snow, clumps of it gathered in the gutters as cars repeatedly shoved it aside. The rest of it was slick over the ice patches all across the asphalt. Cars drove slowly down the street, careful to keep from spinning in wild circles because of the dangerous conditions.

She, however, wasn't preoccupied with the dangers of the snow. Her attention was focused on the pure magic of it. Snow was a product the natural world and it turned even the most disbelieving, boring and useless of adults into children again. She was certain there was nothing more magical than the first snow fall or the others that followed and filled in the disruptions since the last.

The benches were covered in the same snow as the street; the only difference was that it was thick and fluffy and looked prettier than the mud and tire stained snow along the side of the road.

She was crouched down underneath a tree, the naked branches above her were filled with snow and icicles. She held tightly to the trunk of the tree with one hand and the other held a round snowball, gathered from the snow underneath her.

She was on a mission; an adventure as it were. The natural magic the snow gave, the endless possibilities that fed her fae soul, was only making her more and more excited for the game she was in the middle of. She wasn't sure where they were but she knew they were both near by and it would be only a matter of a few seconds before her hiding spot would be found.

They were her friends; perhaps two of her best if Mo took the time to consider it. Fae often stuck together in places such as the mundane high school they attended. It kept them stronger and it was a sort of clique of slightly off kilter, weird kids that understood each other because they shared the same common bond.

She saw a blond figure move out of the corner of her eye but she couldn't place exactly which it was--Shiro or Ryouta. But she moved on reflex, scrambling up from her spot and lobbing the snowball forward. It managed to smack her fae friend in the arm, bouncing off of him and splattering snow all over his sleeve.

"YES!" Mo cheered, pumping both fists into the air before she quickly covered her mouth up as if she realized she had drawn attention to herself easily. She was quick to drop down into the snow; her eyes flickered around her and she lit up when she saw Ryouta hidden behind a cluster of bushes just to her left. She crawled through the frozen water until she reached him.

"I got Shiro! I say we forget the enemies thing for a second and we both go after him. He'll be helpless against our attack. Here--" She reached own and scooped more snow up into her hands. She then handed it to him excitedly, her teeth chattering in the cold. "More ammunition--let's blind sight him. We'll win[/i, Ryouta!"
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Ryouta Sato
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Ryouta crawled through the snow carefully as he reached a hand up to pull his hat further down to cover his ears against the biting cold. The soft white surrounding him was a striking contrast from the muddy blackness that covered the snow around the rest of the city. He took a deep breath of the cold air, enjoying the white landscape around him before carefully edging around the bush he was hiding behind.

He didn’t visit Central Park as often as he would like to just enjoy the scenery but today he couldn’t let himself get distracted by the snow. He was on a mission. The others were nearby, his friends, and he needed to find them before they found him. He peered carefully through the mostly empty branches of his cover in an attempt to find his targets, allowing the joy of the moment to sink into him. He was on a mission and nothing was going to keep him back.

He heard a soft crunch of snow drift towards him softly and turned just in time to see a small pile of snow fly across a gap. He heard rather than saw it splatter against something and a shout of triumph rang out across the silence as a figure jumped up from behind a tree. A female figure. So Mo had found Shiro it would seem.

Bit now Ryouta had found her. He grabbed a handful of snow from the soft piles of powder around him and lobbed it in her direction just as she realized her mistake and ducked back down. Instead of hitting her, his snow ball crunched into the tree harmlessly.

“Dang.” He muttered, trying to spot her in case she had seen him throw. He was surprised to find her crawling up to him a moment later, eyes alight with the same excitement that he was feeling. He nodded at her suggestion hurriedly, thinking it would be easier to keep an eye on her if they were working together for now. He accepted the snow and grinned.

“You go around that way and I’ll go this way, ok? We’ll get him from both sides.” He said, motioning with his hands to indicate what he was thinking. Not waiting for an answer, he started moving around to the other side slowly as he kept his eyes on the spot he had heard her snowball hit something. Shiro couldn’t have moved far since then right? He shivered slightly against the cold of the day and the excitement flooding his body as he neared the spot he though the other boy was. He poked his head around carefully, hoping to spot him before he was spotted. He was momentarily confused when Shiro wasn’t where he expected him to be.

“Oh man now where did he go?” He muttered to himself as he looked around quickly, expecting a handful of cold snow to come at him at any moment.
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Shiro had never seen snow….

Or so he thought. He’d actually seen snow dozens of times each year it snowed in Japan. It wasn’t uncommon for Nori to escape with him up to the mountains as a protection measure as Shiro had been a target for death; many times. He usually didn’t notice that either. Though when he did he didn’t blame anyone for his attempted murder; he forgave and forgot quickly. Nori, however, was a different story.

They had stayed in the mountains, in northern Japan, just before they came here and it had been full of mountains of snow. Even so he’d entirely forgotten that was the case as he’d been in New York since then and it hadn’t snowed there. Therefore his snow-memory-meter was reset and it was like experiencing the white fluffiness all over again for the first time.

Everything held magic to Shiro, even the most seemingly banal of things. The fact that a car could drive people places was awe inspiring to the young man, just as much as the way a mage could summon electricity from the sky or control armies of skeletons. All of it was a mystery to him because he never asked why or how, he simply let it be magic to him. But snow…in snow it wasn’t difficult to find magic. Shiro did that with child-like awe much like many people across the world.

Therefore his being caught up in a snowball fight wasn’t hard to believe. In fact Mo and Ryouta were his dearest friends; people he’d met at school the second he arrived in the US. Another thing that made Nori crazy, there were many hours out of the day in which Shiro was out of his sight and therefore ‘unsafe’. He had lost the young fae emperor once, a position Shiro didn’t even really acknowledge he had though he was aware of it, and to his relief Kisho Yamada had been the one that found him and took care of him until the emperor was returned to his friend. Shiro didn’t see Nori as a burden in the way he kept an eye on him. Instead Shiro saw it as always having the thing he held dearest near him. Nori was Shiro’s dearest thing.

He was trying to duck behind a tree when he felt it. The snow ball showered him with the loosely packed flakes and Shiro couldn’t help but laugh. However the second it hit him he also threw him out of his spot, magically, and he appeared some yards behind them by sheer chance of the magic picking his new location. He watched them separate and loop around to look for him.

He snickered excitedly behind his hand and crawled up to the spot in which Mo had found cover moments before, joined by Ryouta. There was a small group of premade snow balls in the ‘base’ and he scooped two up and jumped to his feet. “I am in your base!” He howled excitedly chucking the balls hapharzardly only to be nailed from behind right in the head.

The snow ball disbursed and infiltrated his hair leaving white flakes all in his long blonde locks. He swept around and suddenly the area transformed and they were all covered in varying levels of green army fatigues and the snow that had been in his hair was an off kilter army helmet as he spotted a dozen or so smaller children who were clearly planning an ambush on the three older ones.

“CHARRIE everywhere!” Shiro called back to Mo and Ryouta, clearly having swiftly swapped alliances and now considered himself teamed with them. The ‘L’ in ‘Charlie’ was swapped in his haste at trying to get their attention as he dove behind a bush and began to gather up handfuls of snow hoping his commerades would join him soon. ‘Charlie’ of course being the name for the enemy in war, just like he’d seen on ‘Forrest Gump’ last week when Lieutenant Dan supposedly called them that.
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