Winter's Breath.

A/n: This is my first YGO ficcy, just a one-shot I wrote within the space of about 45 minutes when I woke up to find it snowing. :S

Flurries of snowflakes danced, swirling in an unwritten waltz overhead, tickling the water-colour grey sky, lifeless and abandoned as the world beneath was blanketed in the icy quilt of winter. Wind shook the snow-laden trees, sending resting flakes scurrying upon the winds shoulders to find a new resting place. The bitter cold of the heart of Winter bit and snapped at the heels of those who dared to tread its paths.

As the seldom few brave enough to face the snarling face of Winter ran for cover amongst the warmth offered by the glowing windows of stores and homes amongst them only one seemed untroubled. Dragging heavily booted feet through the quilt of snowflakes as he stared up into the falling swirl of the sky. A tiny quirk of his lips all that showed of the hidden welcome he declared to the Winters arrival.

Hair soaked through with the persistently melting flocks of white that drew to it as though it were a magnet, trails of pure dripping white hanging in his eyes, cascading down his back and clinging to the dark material which cloaked his fair skin. Here he belonged, amongst the tendrils of winters icy grip, amongst the blizzard of white which dripped over his skin, soaking through his clothing and whispering its bitter breath over his skin.

Amongst the dance of the wind which sent flurries of the cold in spirals all around him, each and everyone different to each other, so alike the youth who walked amongst it, embracing the cold exterior of the storm and right into the heart of Winter itself.

Raising a hand to the storm he cupped another of the melting snowflakes into his hands, so fragile and delicate. Pure and untouched-touched by the darkness of the world as it plummeted towards the earth where it would rest, trampled by the world and its existence would be forgotten.

He paused in its path, lifting his head again to stare into the falling snowdrift. Flakes kissed his face farewell as it plummeted down leaving only tears in it's wake. Saddened eyes holding the soul of the world watched as purity plummeted to its suicide upon a world that would shed no tears for its loss.

Ice cold fingers clutched impulsively at the neatly knotted length of material wrapped around his neck, ripping it away and tossing it to the blizzard, wishing to return to the clouds instead of being pinned to the dark of the world. The winds breath upon his skin rising goose bumps of cold from his skin.

The drips of soaking hair rolling down his neck and back, lost to the skies he stared into the incoming blizzard as it took over, the heartless mass of the people stuck inside their warm houses, whispering about how long the storm would last.

Amongst the falling innocence he felt he belonged, tainted by the dark that had taken hold of him, banished to walk upon the ground, forgotten like the remainder of the trampled innocence. Lost and alone, forever under the heels of the blind, tossed away like a broken unwanted toy. Bruised and battered and forever alone amongst the crowds of the blind and heartless, forbidden to walk and forever crawling, melting away into the shadows and unrecognised, just another unwanted breath of winter.

Unrecognisable to the world he walked amongst it all, eyes forever fixed upwards, longingly stuck upon the forbidden heavens above he would never reach. Beautiful and fragile, cold and alone.

Out of place in the world he found he belonged, amongst the fall of lost dreams and the end of innocence he felt he could become someone. He was the winter, just another snowflake lost amongst the blizzard of his life.

Ryou Bakura was the breath of Winter, forever to be trampled underneath the wills of the world.