Two Hundred Words on Snow by scheherezhad
Rated G
Summary: Yusuke and Kurama muse on snow. Double drabble.
Disclaimer: Don't own, making no money, please don't sue.
Author's notes: Hey, look at that. I finally wrote Yusuke's half of this--proof that I'm a huge bum if it takes me months to write 100 words. Of course, it wasn't originally planned as a double drabble, but that's how it turned out...
Feedback: Pleeeease?

Kurama hated snow.

It reminded him of should-have-beens and never-weres and the only time he'd ever kissed Yusuke Urameshi.

Every winter for the past three years, the season's first snow had seen him enter a secret melancholy. He worked late, stayed home, slept in, whatever he could do to keep from seeing the delicate white flakes that drifted past the darkened windows. No one except Hiei had ever seemed to notice.

"Pining doesn't suit you," Hiei had said once. "Is it really so much better to be miserable without him than miserable near him?"

"Better for him," Kurama had replied.

Yusuke loved snow.

It reminded him of the most perfect moment of his life, the night three years ago when Kurama had kissed him.

Every time it snowed, he ended up staring out the window and imagining warm hands cupping his face, a hot mouth against his, the painful, hopeful pounding of his heart when it was over. He liked to imagine sometimes that he was just waiting for Kurama to come home from work, and when he got back, they would crawl in bed and watch the snow together as it went past the big window in his bedroom.