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"At last... November 5th..."
"The first full moon!!" Kaidou, despite his previous mysterious tone, exclaims. Raising the hand that was interlocked with Kuboyasu's into the air, dropping it back down after a second into a swing.
Kuboyasu petted the mop of blue hair about a foot below him, Kaidou closing his eyes tightly with a warm smile- even in the cold, winter, weather.
"The first full moon of the month is the one night a month The Dark Reunion can't leave to meet!" Kaidou whipped his head back, Kuboyasu's hand (the taller being long used to the fast movements) slipped back into Kuboyasu's own pocket, keeping his ears open, but looking down to trudge through the thick November snow, the chill inching through thick black boots via the lace holes.
Kuboyasu grinned, playing with a marker in his pocket. "And even if they did show up,"
"I'd knock their lights out with my powers, as The Jet Black Wings!" Kaidou finished, interrupting Kuboyasu- Who never had any intention of not letting Kaidou finish his own statement.
" 'Course you would, I couldn't beat The Jet Black Wings." Kuboyasu shot a crooked toothed grin at Kaidou, only looking down at Kaidou's sneakers once glittering reddish-pink eyes met softened-over-time brown.
Kaidou tightened his grip on Kuboyasu's hand, running his thumb along black painted nails.
Kuboyasu clutched back. Red bandages and soft skin rubbed up against his own roughened palm.
Bandages always reminded Kuboyasu of his delinquent days. Bats, injuries, blood... List went on.
Though, since being around Kaidou, bandages had reminded him a lot more of an odd softness that he was sure no one else could ever feel like he did. Red wasn't a colour of danger to Kuboyasu anymore. Red was Kaidou's colour.
Kuboyasu shifted and placed his head onto Kaidou's head, biting the inside of his cheek with a snicker as the smaller struggled to walk straight with the new weight on him.
"Arennnn..." Kaidou whined, blowing snow out of his hair.
"Hit me with your scarf if you want me to stop." Kuboyasu teased, slumping himself more and more against Kaidou by the second, the smaller boy bending to the side like a 'greater than, less than' symbol (Which Kuboyasu detested so much). "Just like Shoujo," Yawned Kuboyasu, Kaidou finally beginning to slap the scarf against Kuboyasu.
"You don't even like Shoujo manga!!" Complained Kaidou, Kuboyasu finally moving away when he couldn't hold in his laughter anymore at the pathetic swinging.
Just as Kaidou opened his mouth, braces glinting against the streetlight, Kuboyasu released his hand and put an arm underneath Kaidou's legs- Quite literally, sweeping him off his feet and taking him into a bridal carry.
Kaidou, quickly, began to squirm- kicking at Kuboyasu's muscular arm.
"Bye, bye." Kuboyasu sing-songed, unceremoniously, dropping Kaidou into a spinning dish, smiling down at him, but the soft smile absolutely was telling a different story than the downright terrifying look in Kuboyasu's eyes.
"No-- A--" Kaidou laughed, though his smile was more like him baring his teeth, trying to push himself out of the big saucer. Though, and damn his mother for buying him the hugest puffer coat possible (and the most shiny), Kaidou continually slipped down across the metal every time he pushed himself out. The rapidly melting snow underneath him wasn't helping either, nor his soaked sneakers. "Aren-- Aren I'll actually kill you--"
Kuboyasu pushed Kaidou's feet into the dish, putting both hands on the brim- ensuring to make direct eye contact with his boyfriend- before doing the first, strong, spin. The thick air of winter breaking through with a shriek, Kaidou wiggled inside of the apparatus, but, it just tilted the spinning dish towards wherever his weight was focused. Ultimately, causing Kaidou to grapple onto the sides like his soul would leave his body if he didn't take this spinning dish to be his second skin.
After what felt like a century, the blur of purple and black shifted back into Kuboyasu and the dish wobbled to a halt, Kaidou glaring straight ahead at him.
Kuboyasu blew air out from his nose, bringing a hand to his (obviously smiling) mouth. "Sorry,"
"You're not sorry." Kaidou leaned back with a pout, his hands gripping the sides still so tightly that his knuckles were whiting.
"Deepest apologies." Dropping to one knee, princely, Kuboyasu bowed his head, outstretching a hand to Kaidou.
With much struggle, Kaidou fell out of the spinning dish onto Kuboyasu, who was still perched in his kneel.
"Alright, man." Kuboyasu grumbled, though, his mouth still remained twisted in a bitten-lipped smile.
Kaidou scrambled to his feet. "It's hard to get out of there!! Plus, I'm all wet now!!"
The taller rolled his eyes, raising to his feet the same as Kaidou (though, a lot more casually). Then, beginning to walk away from Kaidou further into the kid's park.
"Don't you dare go get sand to throw at me!!" Kaidou insists, trudging through the snow after Aren as fast as possible. The snow had been deep this year, not deep enough that they couldn't follow their little tradition- not even a snowstorm could stop that. But, the snow in this certain area of the playground (where Kuboyasu was approaching) was starting to reach Kaidou's knees.
Kuboyasu, in his monstrous height and strength, waltzed through with the ease of a princess taking a walk through the royal rose gardens.
Kaitou looked like a giraffe born mere seconds ago, desperately trying to go over to their mother who was barely centimetres away.
"I only threw sand once," Kuboyasu mused, kneeling in the snow as Kaidou crossed his arms.
"Once is too many!" Kaidou closed his eyes, only to have a sudden cold pressure hit his cheek, immediately feeling a chill soak him to the bone.
"...Pfft..." Kuboyasu bit his lip, Kaidou opening his eyes to see him stood in the position of someone who'd (clearly) just thrown a snowball. Honestly, him staying in the same pose like that looked like a stupid freeze frame he'd had to do in a drama class once.
Kaidou pointed at Kuboyasu, lifting his foot comedically high to walk over to him. "I'm not gonna throw one back! Because I'm kind!"
"And because I might lose you if you kneel down in the snow." Kuboyasu sighed, somewhat, dreamily. Taking a grasp onto Kaidou's hand and pulling him over to Kuboyasu through the snow.
Kaidou opened his mouth.
"Ah!" Kuboyasu placed his index finger over Kaidou's lips, looking him in the eyes for a few seconds. "We're making a man of snow."
"A snowman." Kaidou glared up at Kuboyasu, despite the sour look, he inched himself closer to Kuboyasu and (obviously) warmed himself against his taller frame.
Kuboyasu cleared his throat, making his voice deep as possible. "A man of snow."
Kaidou blushed, his eyes shining like the snowflakes and stars in the sky had all transported into his eyes for this one moment. "You... You totally sound like a Jojo character."
"Uh huh?" His regular voice was back and Kuboyasu was beaming, fireworks alight in his eyes. "I've been practicing."
Kaidou took both of Kuboyasu's hands into his. "You're so good at it... Man of snow..."
"Man of snow." With a grin, Kuboyasu used the voice one last time, reluctantly, releasing Kaidou's hands to roll snow as Kaidou began to shuffle away.
"I'm gonna find sticks and rocks for the eyes and arms!!"
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Half an hours work, but, here was the man of snow in all his... Uniqueness.
"Aren," Kaidou mumbled, his head on Kuboyasu's snow soaked shoulder.
"Yeah?" Kuboyasu replied in equally as quiet a tone, his face blank.
The so callled 'Man of snow' was certainly a thing to behold, he didn't have a nose (No carrots) and he only had one eye because Kaidou couldn't bare the snow enough to dig for more than one. A smile was drawn in (very obviously) using the same stick used for the right arm, as, the bottom of the right stick had snapped off at the end. Despite the abundance of snow, only two balls were used to make the snowman, it was hard enough to get them both to coordinate to get the head on and Kuboyasu decided it'd be just cruel to have Kaidou do it again. Who would've thought that working with snow is way harder than the wood they used for their secret base?
"This..." Kaidou's mouth laid slightly agape, his eyebrows downturned.
"Totally rules!"
Kaidou exclaimed, dragging Kuboyasu by the hand over to the man of snow, doing donut runs around the snow mound. Dragging Kuboyasu along with him clumsily.
"It's like--" Kaidou closed his eyes tightly, jumping up and down in place with a smile warmer than the snow. "Awesome! So awesome! I bet we're gonna make a better one when there's more snow!"
"More snow?!" Kuboyasu raised his eyebrows in faux surprise, laughing along. "I think you'd be the man of snow at that point."
"If I'm the man of snow, because I'm so cool," Kaidou began, Kuboyasu nodded along- Not exactly what he'd meant, but Kaidou was cool. Coolest guy he'd ever met. "Then you're the man of ice! Because you're cool as ice and tough!"
"I think ice is actually brittle and easy to melt," Kuboyasu raised his hands away from Kaidou's and to the boy's puppy-fat rounded face. "It changes in state easily,"
Kaidou smiled along, Kuboyasu's hands were making his face a lot colder, but he still leaned into the warmth that he couldn't feel- but knew wasn't there. "Didn't you fail your states of matter test?"
Kuboyasu rolled his eyes, moving close enough to press the tip of his nose against Kaidou's. "Dork,"
Kaidou giggled, moving his hands between them to rest against Kuboyasu's shoulders.
Softly, Kuboyasu pressed his lips to Kaidou's, in reality, it was little more than a peck.
But the way the snow didn't fall quite as fast didn't feel slow, neither did the silence of the night- Heat filled them both from toe to top and even in the early November chill and despite the heated kisses they've shared before;
Kaidou had never felt more warm.