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title: Tsumetai Hikari
band: Plastic Tree
pairing:Akira X Ryutarou
chapter: oneshot/drabble
rating: -/-
genre: fluff
notes: Recently, I'm in Plastic Tree fangirl mode ~ I got inspired to write this because I absolutely LOVE  "Tsumetai Hikari" ~ song and especially the PV.
And I realized, there is hardly any other way to write a PuraTuri fic than a drabble X'D
And I also realized, writing a PuraTuri fic more or less always sounds the same, no mater who writes them... there's just a certain "PuraTuri-fanfic-style"

It had started to snow very early in the morning, before the sun had even thought about rising.
The soft, barely audible sound of thick fluffy white snowflakes covering the city with a cold blanket seemed to have pulled Ryutarou from his sweet slumber. Sitting up in his bed, he stared out of the window into the black night, watching the snowflakes’ dance , illuminated by he orange glow of street lights, his blanket pulled tight around his shoulders. He could watch the sun rise up from behind the trees of the park he lived near and still it didnt stop snowing, the sun being covered by those thick fluffy grey-white clouds and far to weak to melt anything, how many centimetres of snow have covered Tokyo's concrete until now?

Later that day he moved into his armchair, pulled up to the windowsill and cuddled into the only black cardigan he had found which wasn't worn yet, because the first snowfall was a day he had to wear black.

The snow had piled up against the glass by the time the sun set again, but still, it didn't subside and Ryutarou pulled on his boots and wrapped himself into his huge scarf and the jacket with the fur lining on the hood and locked the door silently.

 

The footprints in the deep snow saddened the pale skinned Ryutarou a bit but he scuffled along the way anyhow, towards the dark park he had secretly watched all day, the children playing and the lovers strolling and the business-men and stressed mothers rushing along, trying not to slip.

The snow was still falling, it's density never having ceased throughout the day and his hot breath turned into white clouds infront of his face and he tried to suck it back in but the cold wind blew it away and he smiled at the snowflakes being caught in his thick black hair and forming ice crystals there. Then he let himself fall. Flat on his back, into a pile of cold but soft snow. The snowflakes still danced but they were falling right onto him now, soaking his clothes from underneath and above and Ryutarou flapped his arms and legs a couple of times lazily, making a sloppy snow-angel into the previously untouched snow but after a few flaps he felt exhausted and just remained still, huffing out his white clouds towards the snowflakes-bearing black sky and he wondered if he'd freeze to death if he remained lying there. But it was too beautiful....

 

He closed his eyes and let the icy flakes tickle on his cloesed eyelids and freeze his lashes and melt on his still-hot lips and trickle into his mouth and over his tongue when he opened it.

 

"Hey..." Akira's voice softly broke Ryutarou's tranquility, his body hovering bent over his and blocking the snowflakes.

It was hard to open his eyes but with iced eyelashes and the snow coming down behind Akira and the dim light, his pale pastel spiked hair looked like Icicles and Ryutarou  wanted to stretch out his ungloved hands and touch him but his arms were already too cold to move.

 

"It took me some time to find you this year", Akira admitted while he gathered the shivering body into his arms, snugeling his warm face against Ryutarous already blue cheeks, nuzzeling his skin lovingly. "You sure hid well this time..."

Ryutarou smiled his small, shy smile, leaning against the large, dark body and Akira lifted his weightless body up with ease, carrying him back to his apartment.
"Next year I'll find an even better place..."