Crossover Fan Fiction ❯ The Hybrid's Guide to Miko Hunting ❯ Snow Angel ( Chapter 14 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Pretty in Pink 
Hiei has a chance to make it right.
Anime/Manga: Crossover Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 12.09.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 654 | Visits: 496 | Status: Work In Progress
Hiei has a chance to make it right.
Anime/Manga: Crossover Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 12.09.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 654 | Visits: 496 | Status: Work In Progress
In response to the December 5th prompt “snow angel” on [http://thedeadliestsin . Proboards55 . com/index . cgi]
Written to: “Fire and Ice” by Enya (very fitting, I think)
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The Hybrid’s Guide to Miko Hunting
Snow Angel
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Blinding images of white light flashed beneath his fluttering lashes.
A dark-haired priestess rolled in the virgin snow. Moon-blue eyes that were so warm in the frozen night. Bells of laughter from a woman as she darted through a white forest. She called back to him with her little voice like a cooing dove. His heart was so warm and so full.
…And then there was red. Ugly, staining red. The kind of red that can never be washed away.
Hiei jerked awake suddenly, splinters of bark flying out into the dark from his death grip on the branch he rested on. Goshinboku groaned as the cold wind pulled at its naked arms and the hybrid quickly relaxed his grip. Calming his breath that rolled out in white clouds, he leaned back into the bow of the tree.
He examined his hands quietly. They were gilded silver in the moonlight, but might have been crimson without it. The snow fell in fluffy clumps and the ancient tree provided no shelter. He dusted off the snow that had settled on his hair with a snarl of disgust. How he hated the snow.
Snow had been the silent witness to both their first and last meeting. Or it would be, at least. The hybrid shook his head. This was one case where the sequence of events didn’t matter so much as the events themselves.
She’d looked so small and pretty, like a little glass angel, standing on the banks of a frozen lake. Her blue eyes took in and gathered the moonbeams and shone them back out in a rainbow of emotions. He’d been intrigued. However, there was no place in that world for love, let alone for one like him. But a world away, she’d proven him wrong again and again. For the first time in his life, he didn’t mind being wrong.
He’d been foolish in his youth. He knew that now. She’d lain, a broken, bloodied little angel. The blue gems had lost their luster. The snow had fallen and covered her, hidden his sin but not washed it away. When the earth turned and the sun shone again, everyone would see. Everyone but her.
But there was a spark of hope, a little glowing ember in the snow that had illuminated the path to an old, decrepit well. It was the portal between worlds, the blessed gateway that had first brought him the gift of her friendship. He’d destroyed that gift before, but now he knew. Now he had a chance.
Hiei was roused from his musings by the sound of the old, wooden door to the well house as it was slid open. Pale, porcelain hands gripped the sides of the doorway before a dark head appeared. Hope like none he’d ever felt welled up in the little hybrid’s chest as the miko hoisted herself out of the darkness and into the light of the winter moon. She stood with a buoyant smile, searching the courtyard for any sign of him. He had never known anyone to look for him with such a tender expression and doubted he ever would again.
Preparing himself for an argument, he leapt from his branch and landed in front of her. Her affectionate greetings nearly made him cringe. He gathered his courage about him and hoped that this time the snow would be able to do more than hide his red hands.
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Written to: “Fire and Ice” by Enya (very fitting, I think)
.
The Hybrid’s Guide to Miko Hunting
Snow Angel
.
Blinding images of white light flashed beneath his fluttering lashes.
A dark-haired priestess rolled in the virgin snow. Moon-blue eyes that were so warm in the frozen night. Bells of laughter from a woman as she darted through a white forest. She called back to him with her little voice like a cooing dove. His heart was so warm and so full.
…And then there was red. Ugly, staining red. The kind of red that can never be washed away.
Hiei jerked awake suddenly, splinters of bark flying out into the dark from his death grip on the branch he rested on. Goshinboku groaned as the cold wind pulled at its naked arms and the hybrid quickly relaxed his grip. Calming his breath that rolled out in white clouds, he leaned back into the bow of the tree.
He examined his hands quietly. They were gilded silver in the moonlight, but might have been crimson without it. The snow fell in fluffy clumps and the ancient tree provided no shelter. He dusted off the snow that had settled on his hair with a snarl of disgust. How he hated the snow.
Snow had been the silent witness to both their first and last meeting. Or it would be, at least. The hybrid shook his head. This was one case where the sequence of events didn’t matter so much as the events themselves.
She’d looked so small and pretty, like a little glass angel, standing on the banks of a frozen lake. Her blue eyes took in and gathered the moonbeams and shone them back out in a rainbow of emotions. He’d been intrigued. However, there was no place in that world for love, let alone for one like him. But a world away, she’d proven him wrong again and again. For the first time in his life, he didn’t mind being wrong.
He’d been foolish in his youth. He knew that now. She’d lain, a broken, bloodied little angel. The blue gems had lost their luster. The snow had fallen and covered her, hidden his sin but not washed it away. When the earth turned and the sun shone again, everyone would see. Everyone but her.
But there was a spark of hope, a little glowing ember in the snow that had illuminated the path to an old, decrepit well. It was the portal between worlds, the blessed gateway that had first brought him the gift of her friendship. He’d destroyed that gift before, but now he knew. Now he had a chance.
Hiei was roused from his musings by the sound of the old, wooden door to the well house as it was slid open. Pale, porcelain hands gripped the sides of the doorway before a dark head appeared. Hope like none he’d ever felt welled up in the little hybrid’s chest as the miko hoisted herself out of the darkness and into the light of the winter moon. She stood with a buoyant smile, searching the courtyard for any sign of him. He had never known anyone to look for him with such a tender expression and doubted he ever would again.
Preparing himself for an argument, he leapt from his branch and landed in front of her. Her affectionate greetings nearly made him cringe. He gathered his courage about him and hoped that this time the snow would be able to do more than hide his red hands.
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