A/N: It’s an actual Christmas miracle that I got this all written down and found the courage to post it.
I TRIED OKAY. Like, there was an actual attempt as you can see. So I apologize for the multiple facepalming that I will be causing in matter of seconds. And I apologize for the fact that this fic reeks OOC-ness. In an attempt to make this more “fun” the writing for this fic is much more…casual (?) than my previous fics.
Oh but wait one more thing, since it’s Christmas morning over here,
MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE (even if it’s almost over in your timezone ;A; To which, I apologize for the lateness of this fic. Blame my brain. Oh, and finals too.)
[This fic was not proofread by anyone else other than me. So I take full responsibility for all questionable English grammar and possibly spelling.]Edit: Now with improved English! You can thank my super awesome Trollbro, Divine Vengeance for that!Also posted on my
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Kizaki Yuria has always associated Yagami Kumi with falling.
And she means that in the most literal sense possible.
~o~o~o~
She was 13 when she moved into the same neighbourhood as Kumi.
It was her first Christmas in this neighbourhood and so she decided to wander around the park and experience the freshly fallen snow from the night before. It was very unusual for it to snow around that time of year, so the neighbourhood children wasted no time in relishing this rare opportunity.
No matter where she looked, everyone seemed to be focused on their own activities and no one was paying any mind to her. A group of kids rushed by her as they chased each other, their boots crunching through the snow. Over by the playground, a young girl with a catlike smile holding a mistletoe in one hand was chasing after several other girls in hopes of getting a kiss. Her current target was a long, dark haired beauty who was trying to get the mistletoe holding girl to leave her alone so that she could listen to her music in peace.
“C’mon, Rena-chan, just one kiss? Please? It’s Christmas! It’s the season of giving!”
“Nooooo, go away, Jurina!! I’m taken!”
“Aww, Furukawa-san will never know! Plus, it’s just one kiss under the mistletoe! It’s tradition!”
“Why do you know this? You’re twelve!”
Yuria chuckled to herself. Deciding to look away before one of the girls caught her staring, she continued to scan the park. By the hill, she spotted a girl by herself, playing with her dog whose fur was as white as the snow itself. Figuring that it wouldn’t hurt to at least try and make some friends in this new neighbourhood, Yuria gathered up her courage and walked up to the girl.
“Your dog is pretty cute!”
Startled but quickly recovering herself, the girl looked up and flashed Yuria a smile.
“Ah, thanks! His name is Muffin! Would you, uh… like to pet him? Don’t worry, he won’t bite you”
Nodding her head, Yuria proceeded to bend down to pet the dog, who seemed to look at her expectantly. However, right as Yuria was about to pet Muffin, some kid in his haste had bumped into Yuria, who had then bumped into the girl, who then, in turn, had latched on to Yuria’s jacket by reflex and thus caused them both to roll down the hill.
Yuria thought that this kind of clichéd thing only happened in mangas, anime, and stories. Because, much like in those mangas, anime, and stories, she found herself on top of this girl whom she had met just literally 10 seconds ago.
What a way to make friends, huh?
“Um… Are you okay?”
Being drawn out of her thoughts, Yuria actually took a look at the girl she was resting her head upon moments ago. Flushed, Yuria hastily got up and apologised profusely while mentally wondering how long she had lay there while spacing out.
“… Kumi.”
“Huh?”
“My name,” said the girl while giggling shyly. “I figured that… you know… now would be a good time to introduce each other? I’m Yagami Kumi.”
“K- Kizaki Yuria. I just moved here”
“Well then, Kizaki-san, it’s nice to meet you!”
“It’s nice to meet you too!”
Thus began not only a friendship, but a series of accidents that always strangely seemed to occur around Christmas time.
And again, much like in those clichéd moments, for that very brief moment when Yuria actually looked at Kumi’s eyes for the first time, she saw something… bright. Needless to say, Yuria couldn’t quite place what she felt at that moment, her embarrassment aside. But there was one thing she was certain of. Yagami Kumi was certainly a very pretty girl indeed.
~o~o~o~
She was 14 when Kumi had enthusiastically invited her to go ice-skating.
It had been a while since she went ice-skating, but with her friend’s relentless bouncing up and down and absolute refusal to take no for an answer, Yuria had no choice but to agree.
It wasn’t like she wanted to spend time with Kumi or anything. And no, she didn’t enjoy the tight hug and “I love you, Yuria!” that came from Kumi after Yuria had agreed to her invitation.
While waiting for Kumi to make her return from the washroom, Yuria had taken an interest in watching the commotion caused by a couple of teenagers on the other side of the rink.
“Miichan, I swear if you let go, so help me God…”
“But aren’t you god? And you clearly can’t help yourself, isn’t that right, TaKAMIna?” replied a girl who Yuria thought kind of resembled Gachapin.
Somehow, Miichan had managed to release herself from Takamina’s vice-like grip and with a devilish smirk, she gave Takamina a gentle push.
“AHHHH! Help me, Acchannnn!!!”
“Haha, don’t bother asking your girlfriend for help. Look, she’s over there watching you struggle while happily eating the cake that I bought her. This is probably the best Christmas ever for her.”
Due to the cries of “Why must you do this to meeeee” from the ribbon haired girl, Yuria barely took notice of the shouts of “Yuriaaaaaaaa” and a very distraught Kumi failing her arms in an attempt to regain her balance quickly approaching her.
Kumi’s distress would have probably been incredibly amusing had Yuria not been suddenly reminded how cold and hard ice actually was.
Well wasn’t this familiar.
“Ahaha I’m sorry, Yuria. I guess I got kind of excited when I saw you,” said Kumi while sheepishly looking to the ground. “Thanks for catching me. Yuria is quite soft, did you know that?”
“N- no problem. You caught me last time, remember?”
In spite of the screaming blades of death that could potentially decapitate them at any given moment, neither girl made any attempt to move from their position. Yuria wondered if the pink tint around Kumi’s cheeks was from the cold or something else. That gentle smile that adorned her features was so childlike and innocent that for a second, Yuria fantasized about keeping it all to herself somehow.
While she tried to shake those thoughts away, she ended up feeling that if these accidents were going to be a regular thing, she guessed she really didn’t mind having Kumi this close to her. After all, right now, Kumi was certainly was diverting her attention away from her sore butt.
~o~o~o~
She was 15 when she got invited to her first Christmas party.
Being a close friend of Kuwabara Mizuki, she had arrived at her house early along with Kumi and her other close friend and “elder sister,” Ogiso Shiori, in order to help set up for the party.
Probably due to the stress from hosting a party, for some reason, Mii had assigned the task of setting up the Christmas lights on the porch to Kumi and Yuria, who were both infamously dubbed “Team Baka” by their circle of friends. It wasn’t exactly the smartest move on her part, but no one wanted to question Mii in fear of her snapping at them. It was a well-known fact that Mii was pretty scary when she got angry.
“Uh, so do you have any idea what we’re supposed to be doing?” inquired Yuria as she stared at the tangled mess of Christmas lights they were supposed to work with.
“Nope!” answered Kumi with a laugh. “But we’ll figure it out somehow!”
There she went again, with that easy going and carefree attitude. Why must this idiot be so cute?
What? No, she did not just admit that out loud in her head.
“I guess we’ll start with untangling the lights?”
For the first few minutes, things were going fine. That was, until Yuria decided to help Kumi out. Of course, right at this moment, whatever spirit that had cursed her these past couple of years decided to pay a visit and left a stray cable conveniently by Yuria’s foot. She, naturally, tripped and found herself on top of Kumi, much in the same way she did two years ago.
(Yuria briefly wondered if they would interchange positions every year).
So there they were, amongst that tangled mess of lights, frozen yet again.
“… Mistletoe.”
Come again?
“… above us.”
Did this mean…?
“Should we? I mean, do you want to? I suppose hugging is fine? Or we can ignore it and pretend we never saw it. Or…”
As Kumi babbled on, Yuria’s brain was close to malfunctioning. The idea of kissing Kumi wasn’t something she was repulsed by. Certainly not. Kumi was pretty and kind and warm and gentle and all the things good and pure in this world, and for a while, Yuria had struggled with this pull in her stomach that seemed to arise whenever she was near, every time she would hear Kumi’s shameless proclamations of her love for her, and every time Kumi would smile at her and call out her name. She even consulted Ogi-chan about it, but Ogi-chan merely laughed and patted her head saying, “This is something you need to realize for yourself.” Yeah, a whole load of help that was.
But then kissing Kumi now, wouldn’t that change everything? Although, Kumi didn’t seem exactly against it…
Not really knowing what to do, Yuria made the mistake of looking into Kumi’s eyes to find them looking back at her questioningly. Those eyes, that brightness that she saw two years ago was still there, drawing her in, closer and closer…
“Oh my god. HOW?” came the amused voice of Mii, breaking the spell between the two girls. “How does anyone get tangled in Christmas lights while just setting them up?”
Wanting to see what all the commotion was about, Shiori decided to peek her head out of the doorway. Seeing the position her friends were in and looking up, she understood. Donning on her infamous ,self-righteous smirk, she said, “You guys do realize that that’s holly, right? Not mistletoe? See the red berries? Mistletoe is white.”
‘Cocky prick,’ thought Yuria.
~o~o~o~
She was 16 when Yuria realized how much it hurt not having Kumi around anymore.
It wasn’t even for a very long time. Kumi simply had gone on vacation for 2 weeks to go see her relatives, but to Yuria, those 2 weeks might as well have been 200 years or something.
“This is about the fifth time I’ve caught you looking out the window since the party started.” Turning to her best friend, Yuria sighed in defeat at being caught.
“What? I like the decorations next door!”
“Oh, just admit you miss her already.”
Dammit. Ogi-chan knew her too well.
Did they tell her the correct time? Was Kuuchan even coming in the first place? After all, it was Christmas and people do normally spend time with their family. Why was she so bothered by this?
Okay, fine. It was true, she really did miss Kumi. This girl occupied her thoughts constantly, at every waking moment of the day. No matter how much she tried to ignore her, she just simply could not. They’ve been running around circles all year long, neither girl daring to make a move. It was apparent that each one liked the other, and yet both remained careful of each other, fearful that any move would ruin whatever friendship they had between them.
“Looking out that window won’t make her come any faster, okay? Just enjoy the party!”
She tried, for a while at least, but somehow she ended up wandering over to the window.
‘Just one more time. Then I’ll try to stop thinking about her. Maybe I’ll call her tomorrow…’
It was then that she saw her in her white winter hat, arms carrying a bag of souvenirs from her trip.
She did not understand what came over her, for the normally cool, calm, and collected Yuria was grabbing her jacket and was out the door and tackling Kumi into the snow.
“Yuria-AHHHHH.”
And she was kissing her because she missed her. She was tired of running in circles, of waiting, of being too cowardly to make a move. Nothing else mattered anymore because Kuuchan was here. The girl that she has loved for so long was really here.
Yuria blames the Christmas spirit for this impulsive behaviour.
“Took you a while.”
Yuria realized that there was a different kind of falling when it came to Kumi. Sure there was plenty of “falling on,” but she never banked on “falling for.” It has always been like that, but Yuria was just too slow to see it. After all, Kumi, being the simple girl that she was, has always made it obvious what she felt.
Ah. There it was, that sparkle in Kumi’s eyes and that genuine smile. That smile that Yuria would run though a hundred kilometres of snow for if it meant seeing it again.
“Merry Christmas, Yuria.”
“Merry Christmas, Kuuchan.”
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Shhh I know that was pretty redundant (and rushed) but nevertheless, if you made it this far, THANK YOU! It definitely was not the best fic I could've written, but I hope you still enjoyed it (even it's a just a teeennnsy bit)
But before I go, I just want to say that this fic is dedicated to some very special people (you guys better know who you are!) whose presence has made my days this year pretty bright. So this is kind of a token of thanks (I’msorryit’ssocrappy) for sticking with me and talking with me and putting up with me.
So yes, to everyone, MERRY CHRISTMAS again and here’s hoping your Christmases (or what’s left of it haha) are filled with joy and all kinds of flufftastic awesomeness.
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