Winter of White Feathers

Summary: Tsukasa reflects on the tainted snow, falling gracefully like feathers. Slight hints of TsukasaxTomonori. Recently Rewritten.

Ramblings: Wow, this feels old. Hell, my account is old. :D

Disclaimer: I do not own Juvenile Orion, but I do own the song in bold. THAT IS MINE.

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The air was crisp and cold, as Tsukasa Amou decided on wasting time, bymeandering though the snow. It was always a treat for him, to traverse throughout the thick, beautiful ice; it was so fresh and pure, that when one touched it, it felt like feathers-white feathers. "That's what it's like," Tsukasa spoke aloud to no one in particular, "A winter…of white feathers. This beautiful virgin snow, still so innocent; never losing its cold.

"Cold…"

"So cold, yet so beautiful."

Hefelt the snow melt in his hands, leaving a wet trail of newly tainted sludge along his gloves and the grass. He blinked slowly at it, never drawing his eyes away. Steadily, even the sludge had disappeared, leaving Tsukasa alone to himself again.

"Tainted purity…"

A wicked smirk-quite un-Tsukasa-like-spread throughout his face, giving him an eerie quality. As he grinned painedly, he began to softly sing.

"Take my hand, but don't leave me alone.

I'm drowning, drowning, in blood not my own.

Your beautiful smile, it takes me away.

Somewhere that I may finally lay."

Tsukasa never realized it, but someone very special to him had crept behind him, and was now listening intently to his words.

Save me, kill me,

Hunt me, kiss me.

Tainted and hurt,

Virgin and pure,

Ebony hair moved gently in the small breeze, only brushing along his mysterious visage gently, and framing it as so.

An angel from heaven, you once called me,

I told you all my secrets, and you accepted me.

You said I was the one; the one you cared for most,

But I see through your façade; please don't deny me."

Tsukasa ended the angelic song, now gazing into the heavens. Wishful thinking; that had happened to him often.

"No matter how hard I try… I can't forget you. Why can't you understa-"

He was cut short of his words by warm arms wrapping around his waist, and dark hair falling over golden-orange hair, enveloping Tsukasa in warmth.

"T-T-Tomonori-i-san…?"

"Shh; be silent, Amou…be silent…"