AN: I don’t own Hana Yori Dango. :)

Skyline
A Hana Yori Dango Drabble
By Maho-chan

Snow fell softly upon Tsukushi as she stood gazing out over the New York skyline, far above the hustle and bustle on the city streets below. All was surprisingly quiet, save for the sound of her soft breathing. Her warm exhalations created puffs of steam in the cold icy air.

Tsukushi blew on her fingertips as she looked around at the drifts of snow that covered the balcony. The hotel staff usually removed the snow when it fell.

But today, Tsukasa had ordered that they bring more snow so that it piled up in mounds around the expansive terrace.

He was such an idiot.

Just because she had admired a snowman in Central Park didn’t mean he needed to dream up difficult schemes and make his staff inconvenienced!

It had been mortifying, watching those poor people bring tubs of snow up through the elevator to the penthouse floor. They had been soaking wet by the time they were through.

Tsukushi glanced at the two snow people that now stood among the drifts. The petite snow girl wearing one of her hats looked cheerful next to a great glowering snowman with a frowning face and pine cone hair.

‘He’s such a brat.’ Tsukushi thought to herself. Coming closer to finger the snowman’s pine cone hair, she mused.

“But it was fun.”

Tsukushi held out a hand to catch a few snowflakes. As they melted in her palm, she quietly gazed up at the sky. Her vision was filled with them. They fell upon her skin like dozens of kisses against the warmth of her face.

Like Tsukasa’s kisses at night, only cold and wet instead of warm and intense.

Caught up in that odd comparison, Tsukushi laughed out loud. She patted the snow man absently and smiled.

Only to gasp a second later when she was jolted into Tsukasa’s arms as he enveloped her in an embrace. She blushed as he leaned his chin on her head and then kissed her hair.

“Moron, what are you laughing about out here in the cold? Are you talking to yourself again?” Tsukasa joked.

The amusement was apparent in his tone and even though she wasn’t facing him, Tsukushi knew that he was smiling. Gazing at the snow people and feeling warm in his embrace caused Tsukushi to smile as well.

“I do not talk to myself.” She retorted out of habit. She leaned against him. “I was thinking about the strange hair on this snowman. Just like your hair.” Tsukushi teased. She readied herself for the inevitable argument.

But Tsukasa didn’t take the bait, for he was more content to be peaceful with her in that quiet place.

“Whatever. Silly woman.” Tsukasa said quietly as he held her closer. Reaching up, Tsukushi affectionately clasped his arms that were around her shoulders. Tsukasa leaned his cheek against her hair.

And as the snow continued to fall, they held each other as they watched the New York skyline light up with the coming dusk.