destinystrings | It's Christmas time...

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It's Christmas time...

Who: Minako Arisato, Shinjiro Aragaki, and anyone who wants to run across them
Where: Libra district, then around Virgo and Scorpio districts
Summary: Despite the weird weather, Minako attempts to take Shinjiro out on a Christmas Eve date.
Warnings: Embarrassing lovey-dovey stuff. We'll see if Shinji's dignity survives.

Around 10 in the morning, Dec. 24th, a short text message appears on Shinjiro's COMP. Hopefully, it's not that unexpected.

Hey Senpai, merry Christmas Eve! ヾ(＾∇＾)*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

Don't make any plans for this evening, okay?

Of course, he's actually free to make plans, as long as they involve her. This is the first Christmas they've gotten to spend together. She wants to monopolize his time, at least for a little while.

In the late afternoon, as the sun is just beginning to set, the two of them set out into the city, trying to avoid the worst of the Jack mess. It isn't the best conditions for a date but Minako isn't about to let a little fight between demons get in the way of enjoying the holiday. Minako's chosen a coat that is easy enough to unbutton in the warmer sections of the city, but still protect from the snow.

The goal is to view the Christmas decorations around the city, see some interesting venues, go somewhere nice for dinner and basically spend time together. That is... as long as nothing, or no one, gets in their way.

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...That is a problem. But at the same time, it's not their problem, even if people they like are involved with it.

"...If Akihiko-senpai wants to get into trouble, that's between him and Miki. She's going to have to deal with him herself or he'll never really get it."

Which is true enough, as it always is. If he ends up following Minato and Miki around, it's not their problem. He's not their awkward third wheel, trying to be stealthy and failing at it. Though he's always seen Aki as someone he has to take responsibility for. For all the stupid little things he did. Still hard, getting out of that mindset, even after he had left Aki well enough alone for a few years, in comparison to what his presence used to have been like. But he does need to learn how to take care of himself—and how to deal with other people and situations Aki has never had to acclimate himself to before. Deal with other people besides him.

Not like Aki really much bothered to listen to him anyway.

On the bright side, he guesses this probably means Aki won't be following the two of them around on purpose. Shinjiro had neglected to mention he'd be busy today. He supposes that makes Miki and Minato a pair of very effective decoys, if they're out.

He walks with her around a corner only to find himself the street itself covered by a couple inches of water, pooling in the gutters and dips in the road as it disappears down the drains in the street. It had probably been snow once upon a time, not so very long ago, before the other Jacks had gotten to it. He grimaces, debating whether or not to turn around and choose a different way, but the sidewalks were clear enough. Not like they had to walk through it.

"Probably," he says, walking along the sidewalk, about to say something more before he cuts himself off and stops, feeling an abrupt drop in pressure and a sudden snap of cold as the temperature plummets and the water running down the street flash freezes. Raucous laughter quickly follows as a pack of very familiar-looking demons skate along the now-frozen street, bringing with them a blinding, blizzard-like torrent of ice and snow that will certainly amount to more than just a few scant inches of snow by the time their holiday work is done.

Minako understands his hesitation. Her busybody instincts tell her that she should be getting involved... after all, her brother is a part of this. She's supposed to look out for him. On that level, Minako knows Akihiko's feelings perfectly.

But Minato isn't the same little boy she used to drag around, force her friends to play with and protect by beating up anyone who gave him a funny look. He's capable of handling his own social life and relationships. That's an understanding Miki and Akihiko have to come to as well. Involving herself, or Shinjiro involving himself, will only impede the process.

She is in mid-stride and about to comment on this further, when the temperature suddenly drops and the Frosts zoom down the road like a bobsled team. But it isn't only the road that freezes. The damp sidewalk instantly becomes a thin sheet of black ice.

Minako's boots loose traction and she slips with a rather unleaderlike noise of surprise. She clings to Shinjiro's arm and hangs her full weight on him, desperate to stop her fall.

Edited 2012-12-26 23:24 (UTC)

He hasn't even been outside for an hour, and the world is already attempting to kill him.

He feels the sidewalk turn into ice under his feet, and loses all hope of keeping balance once he feels Minako's sudden weight on his arm. He fights to keep her from falling, but he has nowhere to dig his feet in, no place to root his center of balance. He suddenly feels like a child learning how to walk for the first time, struggling to keep up on his feet. His free hand reaches for the wall, something to lean against, but that doesn't ground him either—can't when he's already sliding wherever the ice feels like sending his legs to, rarely pulling both in the same direction. He does, however, manage to grab her arm to try and keep her upright just as the harsh, following gale of ice and snow crashes into him and everything else.

And that's more than enough to obliterate whatever illusion of equilibrium he had. Doesn't help that he suddenly can't see, though he the shrieks that he catches picks out of the roar of snow let him know that they aren't the only couple unfortunate enough to be caught up in the turf war. No longer able to main tain his balance, he feels himself falling. Nothing much he can do about it really but let gravity do her work. He can, however, do something about where Minako falls, what with her hanging on him like she is, making the process easy rather than difficult. He utters one of his more more characteristic curses, pulling her towards him as he falls over backwards, so with any luck she can land on him instead of the icy sidewalk. If he's lucky.

He feels his back and shoulders hit the ice first, eyes not making out much but flashes of color and snow while the rest of his body follows, sliding along the ice until he comes into contact with sizable Jack-made snowdrift. It doesn't take long for the blizzard-like microburst to begin to disperse, calming in time with the fading chortles of demonic laughter.

For a minute, she can't breathe, and the whole world turns black.

Then she realizes this is because her face is smushed into Shinjiro's coat, along with her elbow. She probably smashed him in the ribs pretty hard during that fall... There's also snow covering them both due to their landing place. Even without seeing, it's easy to tell that her carefully chosen date outfit is soaked and ruined.

...She doesn't feel like getting up right now, but she needs to make sure neither of them have broken anything. Carefully, she pries herself a few inches off his chest.

"...Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he says after a few seconds, when he's damn sure he's not going to be the first man to choke to death on snow. He feels a bit winded, and he takes a moment to glance around at the newly made snowscape, spotting a single Jack Frost in the near distance, standing atop a pillar of snow, staring in their direction and looking pretty damn pleased with itself, if the stupid, teetering dance it's doing is any indication. His eyes circle back to Minako again, evaluating. He doesn't know how ruined her outfit is—though he can perhaps guess. His coat, however, has weathered far worse.

There's a sharp ache radiating from his ribs and back, but that will fade soon enough. It's nothing that he won't be able to ignore in a moment—he's had worse done to him in Tartarus. He's secretly glad, however, that she isn't trying to stand up, because at the moment he doesn't particularly want to try. "You fine?"

"...I think so."

Well, if he's not planning to get up, she won't, either, although she does roll into a sitting position. She looks across at the Jack Frost, who grins and waves at the both of them. "Maybe it's too dangerous to be out after all..."

He laughs at that, brushing some of the snow out of his hair as the Jack Frost swandives down his personal snowbank. This is why he wears a hat. "This coming from you? Don't you want to go see the lights?"

Edited 2012-12-27 03:30 (UTC)

"Well, yes... But I don't want a concussion on the way there, either. That would ruin Christmas."

She's ready to try and get back up, but it's still a pretty daunting prospect. There's ice everywhere and no real handholds. She settles for trying to use part of the snowbank as leverage, with minimal results.

With her ready to try, he carefully leans forward, turning over onto his knees. He watches her carefully as he surveys the area around them, studying it, trying to chart a suitable path in his mind. "I won't let you get one."

"You getting one instead would have the same result, you know."

Now that she's on her feet, she turns and offers a hand to help him up as well. "But maybe we'll dry off if we find a street that's still summer."

"Might be more festive with a concussion."

He knows how he is. Isn't going to pretend that he's not.

After a moment he gently grasps the hand offered him, standing, winching inwardly as he takes a moment to brush off some of the snow with his free hand. He spots the Jack Frost again, and it's closer this time. Damn thing's staring at them. He stares back.

"What about your outfit?" Did she need to change? Hell if he knew if any amount of sun would help with that. Maybe it would, or maybe she'd just be walking around cold.

Edited 2012-12-27 04:51 (UTC)

"...I'll be okay!" She's completely wet and starting to shiver a little, but she's not going to let that get in the way of their plans. "And anyway, are you saying our date would be better if you forgot all about it later? Because that's what a concussion will do!"

He snorts and squeezes her hand, navigating his way down the snowdrift and pulling her slowly along, making sure to take care of where he places his feet. He keeps mostly to the snow. Be more traction there, even if there is ice. Even if they fell again, chances were they'd just land in a snowdrift again.

"Even if I did, pretty sure you'd remind me." But no, he wouldn't want to forget. Not particularly. And he's halfway towards saying something along those lines—(a solitary "but no," perhaps)—when the Jack Frost that's been watching their progress skates across the ice towards them.

Shinjiro has half a mind to tell the thing to scram when it stops next to the path he's trying to create. It's almost unnerving, watching it stare at them, looking them up and down as if they were something to be weighed and measured, when it frowns, and its expression changes to something almost... sympathetic, if somehow amused.

It mutters something—which sounds suspiciously like it's making a particularly (if over) honest comment about how a certain girl looks kind of funny, because fire-haired girls and snow don't mix (Ha ha ho! Snow melts in the sun and on fire things, silly girl!)— when it stops and slips off its hat and holds it out to said silly girl like it were some kind of offering.

At first, Minako is confused by the Frost's approach... but when it offers her his hat, she grins and thanks him. "You're giving this to me? Are you sure?"

But if he insists, she'll take it and put it on her own head. ...It helps that Frost looks rather silly without wearing his hat.

The Frost seems insistent enough, and Shinjiro has just enough time to shoot her a passivly dubious look before the demon allows her to take it, grinning impishly before darting ahead, babbling something Shinjiro isn't going to even bother to try to interpret before disappearing into the distance, leaving a trail of light snow in his wake.

Shinjiro's look remains rigid, but unchanged. She's not seriously going to wear that, is she?

Edited 2012-12-27 08:24 (UTC)

"What's that look for?"

Even though she has a few good guesses. This hat is surprisingly warm for a frost demon's belonging, okay. Plus she probably makes it look good.

...And she's wearing it.

He stares at her for a moment and laughs. It's as quiet as it is brief. "You look ridiculous."

...And cute, he supposes, in a 'I have no right to call myself a man anymore' sort of way. But he has a reputation to uphold. And he's going to uphold it, and start searching for pockets of 100 degree summer while trying to pick a way out of this mess without falling victim to black ice and gravity again.

"It's festive! Especially since the Jacks are making this their own holiday...." Now they just have to hope the Pyro Jacks won't take offense. Maybe she'll take it off once they find summer.

Heaven forbid something like that coming to pass. He's may not be a fan of being made into a human snowdrift, but being set on fire is not something he wants to experience today either. His back and ribcage might do more than just lodge a formal complaint if he keeps this up. He picks his way through the snow, sometimes hearing the fragile crack of ice underneath the soles of his boots. He keeps things slow, heading for the corner of the next sidewalk. They can turn there and hope things are better and warmer.

"Gang warfare is what it is." The only difference is that the Jack Frosts aren't your eponymous muscle-toned, heartless thugs. Just messes of possessed snow and ridiculous-looking hats.

"...It's still hard to get mad when they're so cute." The Jack Frosts, at least. Pyro Jacks are slightly less adorable.

Either way, she brushes off her coat some more while they set off walking again. "It looks like it's warmer around the corner. There should be some shops that way, too."

He snorts, rounding the corner, picking out sounds of chatter in the distance, and streaks of more festive color farther down. The slight warmth to the air is almost a relief as the snow starts to recede, giving way to dry ground. "Yeah. Looks like it." He hesitates, adding, "Guess we should probably find you a different coat."

"...If this one doesn't dry soon, probably."

She sighs, as they step off of snow and ice and back into melting slush. "I'm sorry, senpai... this isn't exactly a great start."

At least this time, he hadn't gotten hit with a geta when she fell.

Edited 2012-12-28 09:05 (UTC)

It's a Christmas Miracle, that.

He turns around another corner, and can finally see the shopping district properly. Given the lack of snow, he can only assume it will be warmer as they get closer. He can see the tinsle and the lights, and can even hear some of the music, low and barely audible, over the noise of the busy crowd. Christmas Eve is going to carry on whether or not they do.

Tch. "You apologize over the stupidest things. The day ain't over yet, is it?"

"Of course not. Let's go have fun, senpai!"

And, as though she'd never been delayed at all, she tugs on his arm to get him to move a little faster towards the Christmas lights and displays. "There should be a really big tree around here."

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