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Something to pass my time. You guys need to read it, because it’s about the coldest day of the semester.
Title: Flurry
Pairing: KxK
Universe: Thinking about making it official so no ‘verse yet
Summary: Two layers of clothing? Check. Gloves and beanie? Check-check. Hot redhead to hold on to when ice gets slippery? Getting there.
Kaoru smiled coyly to herself as the first blast of wind hit her while walking out the double doors of her dorm. She had planned out her strategy of clothing all too carefully last night and had declared it victorious in every way. She did not feel the cold at all. Knowing that she was going to have to take her time walking up the steep hill-which separated the dorm she was living in from the rest of the campus-she had left thirty minutes before her class started. She looked around her and, again, the victory of her warmth brought a snobby smile on her lips as she waited on a couple in front of her, holding hands and using each other as a “crutch” to climb the notorious hill. It wasn’t long before Kaoru caught up to them at the foot of the stairs.
At one point, the girl slipped and almost cracked her head on the railing that swaggeringly climbed the rise, but luckily-as Kaoru would have put it-the boy made full use of himself and caught his beloved before she even realized she was done for. Kaoru snorted. They were taking too much time. A fast-walker since birth (literally), once all of them reached a landing on the hill, Kaoru side-stepped them and excused herself through just so she can factor in time for some coffee. Starbucks would take maybe a minute and a half to get her her grande-white-mocha-with-two-squirts-of-raspberry-syrup-one-stirred-in-one-on-top-of-extra-whipping, and she intended it to be extra hot, so that would take at least 30 seconds more. She shrugged. Completely ahead of schedule, she decided to spend a little bit of time in the presence of caffeinated air when she sniffed the wonderful aroma of coffee beans as she walked into the café.
She made her order and sat down on one of the loveseats. Taking a deep breath of satisfaction, she silently reasoned that there was something extremely filling in having been in the cold and coming into Starbucks and soak in all the smells. It felt wonderful and nothing, not even the prospect of a quiz in her honors calculus three class, could possibly take the small yet bold sliver of euphoria she was experiencing.
“Extra hot white raspberry mocha with raspberry drizzle and extra cream!” The mixer announced as he held out a grande cup on the counter. Kaoru’s eyes fluttered open and she chuckled at the rooster-head behind the bar. That was a mouthful, she commented. And the man replied “aye.” They exchanged knowing smiles. The man could probably make the drink with a blindfold with the regularity of her presence in the popular café, Kaoru thought to herself as she ambled back to her seat-trying to avoid all the other people around.
“It’s already snowing, Himura… look.”
“I can’t really tell, Misao.”
“What are you? BLIND?! If you look closely…” Another couple walked in, and the girl was waving her arms gesturing towards the glass windows-almost hitting Kaoru in the back of the head had not her escort pulled back on her none too hardly. “OUCH! Himura, how dare you!” Misao jumped on the small red-head, dragging him by the hair.
“Hey weasel, take it easy. We all know the guy doesn’t like the cold white stuff” Sano quipped as he polished a mug with the expertise of a bartender.
“But its SNOW! It’s so pretty. Well, not now. I don’t think flurry little things like that could actually stick… bla bla bla…We need bigger balls!” Silence ensued, but it wasn't long before a few hearty chuckles went over the head of the enthusiastic girl.
The rest of Misao’s monologue fell into blur as the two strangers sized up each other for the first time. Their gazes finally meeting, the heavily coated redhead of a man (with a horrible magenta scarf-if I might add) offered a gloved hand to the sweater-clad lady. An exchange of names took place and the gaze ended as Misao took hold of the redhead by the shoulders to show him frozen precipitation.
Kaoru looked at her watch and sighed. That was it. The three minutes that she was supposed to spend on sipping at least half of her coffee went to the lamest introduction she could have managed in front of a genuinely handsome man. “Grr.” She took her coat and bundled herself once again, giving the man a nod of goodbye. “Probably will never see him again, Kaoru.” She told herself as she grimaced in the blowing cold. “But he will probably forever remember me as the girl who dribbled coffee down her cheek as she said her name. Damn it.”
She walked on, bravely fighting against the hardheaded wind. She tried to shield herself with what little pedestrians in front of her, but to no avail. She didn’t consider wearing something on her face (a scarf maybe?), so her eyes were half-closed in an attempt to keep from tearing in the cold. The problem was she didn’t see the ice-patch in front of her.
There were no couples around her at the moment. No tree. No railing. Just a patch of black ice-invisible since she continued to mourn over her retardation in front of “Kenshin.” Her foot slipped, and her body propelled itself backwards onto the ground.
She had closed her eyes for the imminent fall. One that would have undoubtedly ended long after she had rolled down the hill by the sidewalk, at least five yards towards the theater at the bottom of the smaller hill she now trekked. But alas, when she planned for pain, she instead met shock.
She felt her heart jump at that first lunge onto nothingness in air, but she can’t really tell whether it landed back in her chest for when she opened her eyes, finally, she saw amethyst eyes right above her. And somehow, miraculously, a pair of steady hands supported her back and shoulders, an inch above the unyieldingly cold ground. She felt her body slowly lowered down, her head held and pillowed against a wrist, another hand sweeping away hair from her face.
“Are you alright?”
“Unh.” She shook her head.
“Shh… take it easy. That must have been a shock.” He didn’t stop playing with her hair. Crazily, Kaoru’s mind proposed a picture of a carrot as she focused her eyes on all that red hair falling beyond his shoulders, tickling her neck.
“That’s an awful scarf.”
The man smiled widely. “So I’ve been told. Now, since you’ve got your sense of fashion back, is it safe to assume you have your sense of balance back as well?”
“I’d like to think one does not exist without the other…” Kaoru smiled back as she felt her arms pulled up and her back pushed. She heard the sound of a deep breath and realized that his nose had come perilously close to the back of her neck…
“Uh… what are you--?”
“Sorry" He replied with an ashen face, caught completely red-handed. "But I've never known anyone smell so strongly of coffee and jasmines before.” He nervously ran his hand through his head, sweeping away his own errant bangs as he looked down at his feet. "It's nice."
“You’re weird, aren’t you?” Kaoru took a step forward, but kept her personal space in tact.
“Hey, I’m not the one who makes Sano do a different drink everyday of the week…”
“What?! How do you know that! Are you stalking ME?”
“No! No, Sano just said, when you left, that you were his favorite customer. And I know for a fact that he doesn’t like his job as a coffee-maker since… well, he says doesn’t get laid as a coffee-maker… But that’s not the point. The point is, I asked why you, of all people, were his favorite, and he tells me that habit of yours. Not to mention, he says you have quite a knack for ordering really fast and really long named things…”
Kaoru had been dusting herself off, convincingly nonchalant about his words but cautious at the same time. She had no idea where this was going, but this had been the most adventure she's had in weeks and, really, he was kind of gorgeous.
“…and I guess what I’m trying to say is… after your class, would you meet me for another cup of coffee this afternoon?”
Bingo.
Kaoru shed her suspicions and gave him her most glamorous smile yet. She agreed.
After all was said and done, she walked off to her evil calculus class, with a magenta scarf wrapped tightly around a mysterious smile.
I'm sooooooo late for class!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kudos
Title: Flurry
Pairing: KxK
Universe: Thinking about making it official so no ‘verse yet
Summary: Two layers of clothing? Check. Gloves and beanie? Check-check. Hot redhead to hold on to when ice gets slippery? Getting there.
Kaoru smiled coyly to herself as the first blast of wind hit her while walking out the double doors of her dorm. She had planned out her strategy of clothing all too carefully last night and had declared it victorious in every way. She did not feel the cold at all. Knowing that she was going to have to take her time walking up the steep hill-which separated the dorm she was living in from the rest of the campus-she had left thirty minutes before her class started. She looked around her and, again, the victory of her warmth brought a snobby smile on her lips as she waited on a couple in front of her, holding hands and using each other as a “crutch” to climb the notorious hill. It wasn’t long before Kaoru caught up to them at the foot of the stairs.
At one point, the girl slipped and almost cracked her head on the railing that swaggeringly climbed the rise, but luckily-as Kaoru would have put it-the boy made full use of himself and caught his beloved before she even realized she was done for. Kaoru snorted. They were taking too much time. A fast-walker since birth (literally), once all of them reached a landing on the hill, Kaoru side-stepped them and excused herself through just so she can factor in time for some coffee. Starbucks would take maybe a minute and a half to get her her grande-white-mocha-with-two-squirts-of-raspberry-syrup-one-stirred-in-one-on-top-of-extra-whipping, and she intended it to be extra hot, so that would take at least 30 seconds more. She shrugged. Completely ahead of schedule, she decided to spend a little bit of time in the presence of caffeinated air when she sniffed the wonderful aroma of coffee beans as she walked into the café.
She made her order and sat down on one of the loveseats. Taking a deep breath of satisfaction, she silently reasoned that there was something extremely filling in having been in the cold and coming into Starbucks and soak in all the smells. It felt wonderful and nothing, not even the prospect of a quiz in her honors calculus three class, could possibly take the small yet bold sliver of euphoria she was experiencing.
“Extra hot white raspberry mocha with raspberry drizzle and extra cream!” The mixer announced as he held out a grande cup on the counter. Kaoru’s eyes fluttered open and she chuckled at the rooster-head behind the bar. That was a mouthful, she commented. And the man replied “aye.” They exchanged knowing smiles. The man could probably make the drink with a blindfold with the regularity of her presence in the popular café, Kaoru thought to herself as she ambled back to her seat-trying to avoid all the other people around.
“It’s already snowing, Himura… look.”
“I can’t really tell, Misao.”
“What are you? BLIND?! If you look closely…” Another couple walked in, and the girl was waving her arms gesturing towards the glass windows-almost hitting Kaoru in the back of the head had not her escort pulled back on her none too hardly. “OUCH! Himura, how dare you!” Misao jumped on the small red-head, dragging him by the hair.
“Hey weasel, take it easy. We all know the guy doesn’t like the cold white stuff” Sano quipped as he polished a mug with the expertise of a bartender.
“But its SNOW! It’s so pretty. Well, not now. I don’t think flurry little things like that could actually stick… bla bla bla…We need bigger balls!” Silence ensued, but it wasn't long before a few hearty chuckles went over the head of the enthusiastic girl.
The rest of Misao’s monologue fell into blur as the two strangers sized up each other for the first time. Their gazes finally meeting, the heavily coated redhead of a man (with a horrible magenta scarf-if I might add) offered a gloved hand to the sweater-clad lady. An exchange of names took place and the gaze ended as Misao took hold of the redhead by the shoulders to show him frozen precipitation.
Kaoru looked at her watch and sighed. That was it. The three minutes that she was supposed to spend on sipping at least half of her coffee went to the lamest introduction she could have managed in front of a genuinely handsome man. “Grr.” She took her coat and bundled herself once again, giving the man a nod of goodbye. “Probably will never see him again, Kaoru.” She told herself as she grimaced in the blowing cold. “But he will probably forever remember me as the girl who dribbled coffee down her cheek as she said her name. Damn it.”
She walked on, bravely fighting against the hardheaded wind. She tried to shield herself with what little pedestrians in front of her, but to no avail. She didn’t consider wearing something on her face (a scarf maybe?), so her eyes were half-closed in an attempt to keep from tearing in the cold. The problem was she didn’t see the ice-patch in front of her.
There were no couples around her at the moment. No tree. No railing. Just a patch of black ice-invisible since she continued to mourn over her retardation in front of “Kenshin.” Her foot slipped, and her body propelled itself backwards onto the ground.
She had closed her eyes for the imminent fall. One that would have undoubtedly ended long after she had rolled down the hill by the sidewalk, at least five yards towards the theater at the bottom of the smaller hill she now trekked. But alas, when she planned for pain, she instead met shock.
She felt her heart jump at that first lunge onto nothingness in air, but she can’t really tell whether it landed back in her chest for when she opened her eyes, finally, she saw amethyst eyes right above her. And somehow, miraculously, a pair of steady hands supported her back and shoulders, an inch above the unyieldingly cold ground. She felt her body slowly lowered down, her head held and pillowed against a wrist, another hand sweeping away hair from her face.
“Are you alright?”
“Unh.” She shook her head.
“Shh… take it easy. That must have been a shock.” He didn’t stop playing with her hair. Crazily, Kaoru’s mind proposed a picture of a carrot as she focused her eyes on all that red hair falling beyond his shoulders, tickling her neck.
“That’s an awful scarf.”
The man smiled widely. “So I’ve been told. Now, since you’ve got your sense of fashion back, is it safe to assume you have your sense of balance back as well?”
“I’d like to think one does not exist without the other…” Kaoru smiled back as she felt her arms pulled up and her back pushed. She heard the sound of a deep breath and realized that his nose had come perilously close to the back of her neck…
“Uh… what are you--?”
“Sorry" He replied with an ashen face, caught completely red-handed. "But I've never known anyone smell so strongly of coffee and jasmines before.” He nervously ran his hand through his head, sweeping away his own errant bangs as he looked down at his feet. "It's nice."
“You’re weird, aren’t you?” Kaoru took a step forward, but kept her personal space in tact.
“Hey, I’m not the one who makes Sano do a different drink everyday of the week…”
“What?! How do you know that! Are you stalking ME?”
“No! No, Sano just said, when you left, that you were his favorite customer. And I know for a fact that he doesn’t like his job as a coffee-maker since… well, he says doesn’t get laid as a coffee-maker… But that’s not the point. The point is, I asked why you, of all people, were his favorite, and he tells me that habit of yours. Not to mention, he says you have quite a knack for ordering really fast and really long named things…”
Kaoru had been dusting herself off, convincingly nonchalant about his words but cautious at the same time. She had no idea where this was going, but this had been the most adventure she's had in weeks and, really, he was kind of gorgeous.
“…and I guess what I’m trying to say is… after your class, would you meet me for another cup of coffee this afternoon?”
Bingo.
Kaoru shed her suspicions and gave him her most glamorous smile yet. She agreed.
After all was said and done, she walked off to her evil calculus class, with a magenta scarf wrapped tightly around a mysterious smile.
I'm sooooooo late for class!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kudos