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The Art of Snowball Fighting | Shiki & Jack

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Shiki laughed when he saw the concern on the younger male’s face and waved his other, blood free hand dismissively “it doesn’t hurt, don’t worry about it” 

Shiki wasn’t really sure whether it had ever hurt him to bend his blood, he couldn’t really remember. He wasn’t really sure how he managed to do it in the first place or how he even discovered that he had this ability, but it didn’t matter right now. Jack had his ways of cheating and Senri had his, he just had to make sure that the whip didn’t touch the boy. 

Shiki’s smile turned into a smirk when he saw Jack being lifted up- it was going exactly how he wanted it to. Picking up the first snow ball off the ground, Shiki straightened up quickly and threw it in Jack’s direction, not really worried about whether it had actually struck his target or not.  

Then, the mahogany haired male picked up two snowballs at once and threw them up in the air, striking them both at once with the whip as they began to fall back down. The two ice cold weapons rocketed towards the silver haired boy at lightning speed, making it almost impossible to dodge them.

“Game on.”

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Having been foolishly struck by Shiki's first snowball attack, round two and three were already on their way towards him and Jack hardly had enough time to react. His initial plan was to have bombarded the other with a touch of frost, but it appeared that wasn't going to be the case. The winter spirit's first two shots had missed. What a waste of precious snow. But enough of that. He had other things to worry about. And judging by the older male's permanent game face, he was set on beating Jack at his own game he had practically invented. Heh. What a challenge.

It would be near enough to impossible to evade the upcoming snowballs, much less fire his own back to stifle its movements. So, Jack acted upon instinct and did the first thing that came into his head. Swiftly, he halted the wind so that it no longer carried his light weight and smoothly swung his whole body around to a southern direction. He unleashed a holler of enthusiasm, accompanied by a shimmering wave of sheer, pure frost from his staff.

Manoeuvring his gaze from the snow-covered ground, Jack watched on as the frost rendered his opponents snowballs completely useless, and launched a couple more of his own, disguised in the sparkling white. A surprise attack through the cloud of frost. Shiki wouldn't see it coming.

"Touché."

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Yamanaka Ino absolutely loved the holidays, every single one of them. Holidays meant presents, no matter how insignificant they might be. Her tou-san, Inoichi, never passed up an opportunity to lavish his “Hime-chan” with outrageous gifts and affection during the holidays. Part of it was in an effort to make up for the lack of a constant female figure in her life, though he had never been one to deny his precious daughter with more attention than any one person could ever need in their life. Not that she minded, of course. 

Though she held no particular love for the winter months (she got cold easily), Ino couldn’t help but to admire their icy beauty. Today in particular. While White Day was her uncontested favorite holiday, she had always found the coming of the New Year to be in a class of its own. There was just some special about the day. It was full of hope, and the Yamanaka heiress was nothing if not optimistic by nature, so it was no surprise that she felt significantly more alive and happy on that day.

She’d wanted to watch the fireworks, so here she was, bundled up tightly and gazing with wide, shining blue eyes up at the inky black sky lit up with luminous, multi-colored lights. Sugoi ~ As the brilliant display came to a halt, a sudden movement caught her attention and she was able to distinguish the outline of a figure through the dark.

“Hello?”

The voice that cut through the night was distinctly male and young sounding. Ino found herself to be curious about this stranger that had unknowingly shared the same view as her not moments before, despite the slight caution that tingled in the back of her mind, warning her that talking to random people (especially of the male persuasion) in the dark wasn’t exactly the brightest idea.

“Oh, hi! Sorry, I didn’t know anyone else was here,” the blonde chirped brightly as she stepped forward toward the light, hoping to make out more of the person before her, “I’m Yamanaka Ino. Do you live around here or are you visiting someone or something?”

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Ah, so it was a girl. No doubt she too had shared the same experience of gazing up in awe at the sky, as Jack had done a few moments ago. The New Year always seemed to have a tendency to gather people together, regardless of their age, appearance, background. Indeed, it was a time of hope, and a chance for others to join together, no matter how cliché it seemed to be.

Jack had paid close attention, determined to distinguish the figure in the shadows. Okay, he'd gotten the message that she was a girl. A bubbly one, at that. Perhaps optimistic too. The tone of her voice piercing the bitter air seemed to give that away. There also appeared to be a sense of elegance about her. Jack wasn't quick to rush into such matters though. Though the stranger had now stepped into the light, his visual sense was still a little off peak. Guess he would have to take matters into his own hands then. While the girl introduced herself, Jack jumped from the roof and slid down the tiles with expert agility. While years of climbing trees as a child had heightened his skills, where would he be if he couldn't control the wind? That was the secret behind his little trick. It went unnoticed to most eyes.

Gently, the winter spirit landed effortlessly on the ground. His bare toes were tickled due to the texture of the hard, gravely surface. For a moment, he wondered if the stranger would be warm enough if he lingered for too long. Offering a smile, he advanced towards the girl. At last, he could see her. What was her name again... Ino? He hadn't encountered that one before.

"That's fine, I get that a lot." Jack's voice echoed in the night, and a rumble of laughter erupted from his throat. "I live a few blocks down from here, actually."

"Nice to meet you, Ino. I'm guessing you saw the fireworks too, huh? What did ya think?" He paused. Wasn't he forgetting something? "Oh, right, my name is Jack Frost."

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The Art of Snowball Fighting | Shiki & Jack

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Senri’s smirk widened “bring it brat” his competitive side finally taking over. It was a little absurd really- sun shining, warm weather, birds chirping…and the the males playing in the snow. From the side it must’ve looked rather comical and probably quite weird.

He wondered if he could use his own ability to full advantage and decided that it would be a good idea if the male before him was planning on cheating in any way. His left eye turned crimson and he bit his index finger, allowing some blood to slither out of it as if an enchanted snake. He swiped at the ground next to Jack, the sudden, violent movement allowing more of the blood to trail out of his finger, creating a small, crimson whip.

“That’s in case you cheat” Shiki’s smirk widened and he picked up one of the pre-made snowballs, ready to take offence.

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"W... What did you just do?" Jack questioned in bewilderment, icy blues tracing the blood whip.

He halted in his tracks when the crimson lashed at the ground beside him. Such extreme measures... was it really necessary to go that far? Wasn't Shiki just causing damage to himself - all for the sake of a little fun in the snow? And the way his iris changed colour...

He definitely wasn't normal, that was for certain.

The mahogany-haired male didn't appear to be in any sort of pain, so the winter spirit attempted to brush it off his shoulders, though the sight of the crimson didn't really agree with his brain. He still couldn't believe how easily the other's skin had broke. Though the wound was small, it still tugged at Jack's conscience, wondering how Shiki had managed to perform such a trick. Hm. No matter. He could worry about such trivial ordeals later on. Conjuring up a small gust of wind, Jack propelled from the ground, riding the chilling breeze skilfully towards his opponent. A grin tainted with mischievousness never abandoned his lips, and he fired a couple, well-constructed snowballs from his palm.

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Welp. Ya don't have to tell me twice, Jack >w>. Anywho, off to bed I go~ This little winter spirit will respond to Shiki and Ino tomorrow~! ^^ ♥

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The Art of Snowball Fighting | Shiki & Jack

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Proud of his acting skills Shiki took a second to ponder whether he should change career and become an actor instead of a model. Then, knowing exactly what Jack was up to he ducked yet again, the snowball flying past his face, inches away from it.

That was close.

“Nineteen, yourself?” he answered the silver haired boy’s question and chucked “not as cold as you, catching me off guard”

Shiki quickly gathered more snow to make some ammunition to fight Jack with, noting that right now he was actually having a lot of fun. Another good thing about Senri was that temperature didn’t bother him at all so he could be rolled naked around in snow and not care, although he wasn’t going to tell Jack that as it would’ve sounded a little creepy.

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There were a million possibilities going through Jack's mind right now. Ways in which he could win, ways in which he could cheat, ways in which he could potentially lose. He could always just summon the wind and use that to his full advantage, perhaps even freeze the ground before him. But somehow, that seemed a little unfair on Shiki's part. Did Jack care?

Not really.

"I'm eighteen." The winter spirit grinned. "So technically, I'm not a brat." And with that, he approached the other boldly. It had been a while since he had gotten competitive in a simple snowball fight. The ice emerged and spread below his bare feet each time he took a step, and reached out across the thick blanket of snow.

"Heh. Looks like we're gonna have a little fun."

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Moving with lightning quick reflexes, Shiki scooped up some snow and put his snow wielding hand into Jack’s face, smearing the coldness all over it with a smug smirk.

“This ought to teach you how to mess with your elders, brat”

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—Well, that was unexpected.

How long had it been since Jack had been successfully struck?

"Okay, okay. You got me." He admitted, ridding the snow from his face. The tips of his unruly hair glistened from the wetness. He brought his hand behind his back, summoning yet another snowball. "I deserved that," he continued, "I deserved— Hah!" He yelled triumphantly, hurling the snowball at Shiki. He didn't bother to check if it had hit him or not, for he was already conjuring up a dozen more.

"Brat? Ouch, man. That's cold." Jack chuckled. "How old are you, anyway?"

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Not impressed by the sudden act, Shiki dusted the snow off his face and turned away from the sniggering boy, crossing his arms over his chest in protest. 

“That was a low move” he commented, making sure that the fact that he didn’t enjoy having snow shoved in his face was coming across nicely. That should teach the brat a lesson. 

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"Aw, c'mon, man." A smirk tugged at his lips. Okay, maybe it was a low move. But to Jack, it was a pretty impressive one at that! He had caught his opponent completely off guard. That was the fun part, seeing how the other individual would react. Though for now, he was being a bit of a spoil sport. Such a shame, really. Conjuring up another snowball, he tossed the pure white weapon up and down in his palm.

"What's the matter? Don't like a little snow?" He teased, observing Shiki, waiting for him to turn around again. Then he would get his second... no, third shot. Up until now, the winter spirit had been completely unaware that he could now visibly see his breath due to the dramatic drop in the temperature.

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Shiki shook his head, noticing that Jack’s mood changed a little. He could sense sadness surround the silver haired boy and without really thinking it through he walked up the the smaller male and patted him lightly on the shoulder, trying to use as little strength as possible so he wouldn’t hurt him.

“Hey now, pouring a piping hot drink would hurt anyone, cold skin or not so I wouldn’t do it either way”

“Sculpting huh? Interesting choice, do you make sculptures out of ice by any chance?” Shiki said with a chuckle, hoping to lighten up the mood. He could tell that his ability was probably as much as a curse as it was a gift. Perhaps due to it he never really had any friends, Shiki didn’t know for sure, but something told him that that was the case. 

“I’m an Art Major at Tokyo Uni” he stated simply, the friendly smile still lingering on his lips. There wasn’t much else to say really, art was not really the most exciting subject that he had ever studied. 

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The reassuring pat came as a surprise to Jack, and he was thankful for the gesture. He could only nod in agreement. Maybe he was being a bit too hard on himself. He didn't usually act like this, but he supposed one could only cope with loneliness for so long before potentially breaking. In any case, the winter spirit was somewhat thankful that the other didn't linger for too long. There had been an occasion in the past when his sister had hugged him for a long period of time, which had resulted in him accidentally freezing a part of her. Jack was positive the mahogany-haired male wouldn't appreciate such a cold treatment. He listened to Shiki's share of information, returning the smile, and went to answer his previous question.

"Surprisingly, that's my "speciality", or so they call it." The icy-eyed male chuckled, using two fingers to make quote signals. "It's no big deal, really. I sculpt using other materials too." He stopped, wondering if Shiki would allow him to vent. Eh, no harm done. So he continued. "My teacher prefers my ice work, I guess. I mean, thanks and you're welcome, sir, but it's not like I make it snow or anything. It'd be nice to sculpt something that isn't made of ice every now and then."

Now he was going off on a tangent.

Jack halted himself, and stood up straight. There was a moment of silence before he span around and swiftly shoved a handful of snow directly into the other's face. Having to bite his lip to suppress his laughter, he took a couple steps back, admiring his "work". 

"Not bad... could use a carrot or something for a nose." Jack grinned.

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As it was still technically into the New Year, the unmistakable, ricochetting echo of fireworks continued to pierce the darkened sky with bursting colours and spine-tingling bangs. Jack had been perched upon the roof on top of a nearby house, close to his residence, and spent a majority of the night in awe of the beauty painting the sky. Combined with the dream sand he had been seeing in more ways than none, the sight was even more dazzling in his icy irises. Once the display was over, he rose to his feet and tugged back at his hood, making sure to catch sight of the remaining colours before they disappeared into the abyss of the night.

He was thoroughly satisfied and turned on his heel to return to his flat. Though, a figure in the dark caught his eye, and he twisted his frame around in their direction. There was only a couple of street lights lit, so unfortunately, he couldn't see the stranger very well. "Hello?" Jack called out.

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A snow day. What a treat. And Jack totally wasn't to blame.

This meant that the kids at college would be allowed to go home early, for fear that they wouldn't be able to get home at all. Just blame the snow, and not the summoner. That seemed to be the most appropriate thing to say right now. As Jack exited the building, he observed around him the joy plastering every other student's face. Whether it was the joy in college practically being cancelled, or a sudden appearance of pale, solidified liquid descending from the sky, the winter spirit was high in hopes as he had managed to bring some form of happiness to yet another pointless day of education. Don't get him wrong, Jack loved the course he was studying. Sculpture. Particularly ice sculpture, as it was a speciality. But there were bound to be days when he would begin to get fed up.

From afar, Jack had noticed a set of vivid, light blue hair. It would come as no surprise if that individual sported a scowl that could positively make an adult cry with no strings attached. They appeared to be that kind of person. Jack knew just what would lighten the mood - for him, anyway.

"Hey!" He cheered. "I believe you dropped somethin'!" Then, he launched the snowball - covered in extra frost - towards the stranger at high speed.

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"Is there... something wrong?"

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“Ah I see” Shiki said in English, hesitating a little bit in case Jack didn’t remember English anymore since he left America when he was still young. As snow began to fall on them, Shiki threw him a curious look, wanting to know how exactly Jack managed to pull it off. 

“Wouldn’t want to spill hot coffee on you, I get the impression that if I do that you might melt” the mahogany haired male joked, teasing the silver haired boy. As he waited for enough snow to build up for a good snow fight, Shiki decided to get to know the boy a little more.

“So what are you doing here in Tokyo?” He didn’t look old enough to be attending a university so Shiki figured he had to either be a highschool student or a college student.

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Most people didn't know this, but Jack was in fact incredibly multilingual. It didn't matter to him whether he was speaking in English or Japanese, because he was pretty fluent in both. Whatever was comfortable for Shiki was what mattered, he supposed. And so, he stuck with Japanese. It would help the other more, right?

Once again, Jack had been pacing around in the emerging snow blanket that tickled the toes of his bare feet. It was a habit he had never seemed to manage to shake off. Pacing. Letting his thoughts loose. Thinking about everything until his brain began to hurt. The other's little joke caught him off guard, and he whipped his head around with a small grin.

"Heh, who knows? You're welcome to try, Shiki. People do say I've got an... abnormally cold presence..." He trailed off, glancing to the ground and smiling sadly to himself. To this day, he wasn't sure why he had been given such a crazy gift, or why his skin was always below freezing temperature. It prevented him from getting close to others. People stayed away, acted like he didn't exist, or he was too afraid of bringing them harm. The winter spirit shook his head. Now wasn't the time for sorrow. Now was the time for fun. First things were first - answering the other's question.

"I attend college, and I study sculpture, go figure." There wasn't much else to be said. "What about you?" He questioned, reaching down to gather a handful of snow in his palm.

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Having been too far engrossed with his fascination in the dream sand encircling his frame, Jack hadn't realised a newcomer standing from afar. Dream sand always ensnared his attention wherever he went. Whether or not it caused him unwanted attention, he didn't really mind. It was too beautiful not to look at, or attempt to touch.

Finally, the winter spirit acknowledged the stranger's presence. Just where were all these people coming from anyway?

"Ah, hello. Sorry about that," he chuckled sheepishly, leaning against his staff. "M' Jack Frost... and you are?"

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Wide eyed, Shiki managed to duck just in time, preventing the snowball from hitting his face. So the kid had just summoned a snowball in the park, yeah, normal.

“How did you do that?” He asked extremely curious and set his drink on the the bench, aware of the fact that if he was going to prance around with it dodging the snowballs, it was going end up being spilled on someone. 

“Burgess Hill? You from England?” Shiki asked, not sure if he was thinking of the right place and added “I lived in LA and moved here when I was sixteen so my spoken Japanese isn’t as great as I want it to be”

Seeing Jack freely using his ability in public made Shiki a little envious- there was no way he could use his ability is the same way, it was just too dangerous. But Senri decided to enjoy himself and made it his goal to catch another snowball to have something to throw back at the boy.

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Though Jack was slightly disheartened that Shiki had swiftly dodged a perfectly good snowball, the question thrown at him in return seemed to rid that minor mood of dissatisfaction. He liked it when people were intrigued in his strange abilities, and didn't just ignore him and brush it to the side. It wasn't being big-headed. Oh, no. The feeling brought a sense of comfort and warmth to his cold soul. And if it meant he could bring other people joy, then that was all he wanted.

"People don't call me Jack Frost for nothing, ya know." He responded jokily with a grin, watching as the other placed his latte on the bench. Bringing his magical staff to the sky, he quickly glanced back at the mahogany-haired male. "... You might wanna hold onto that. Things are about to get a little more bitter." And with that, a quick flick of his wrist, and a little concentration, Jack easily summoned a light patch of snow to descend from the heavens. That way, it would be easier for Shiki to stock up on ammo. What fun was a snowball fight if your opponent was completely defenceless?

He chuckled lightly at other's next question, and nodded at his statement after, storing the information away. "Not quite," he paused, watching intently as gentle snowflakes fluttered down effortlessly, staining the ground with their pure beauty. "It's a little town somewhere in America. I don't remember much, unfortunately."

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Shiki waved his hand dismissively, showing that he wasn’t really bothered by the fact that Jack didn’t hear his name the first time.

“Your name’s Jack…where are you from?” Senri asked, wondering if speaking in English would be a little easier for the silver haired boy to understand. Despite being in Japan for quite a while, Shiki had to admit that his speaking Japanese could use a little brush up here and there, unlike his English.

“Sure, what have you got in mind?” He wondered with curiosity lighting up his icy blue eyes, interested to hear what the boy had planned. He could tell that he needed some company and Shiki wasn’t nasty enough to just abandon him.

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He hummed in thought. Jack hadn't thought about his home town for years. He'd been so caught up in college and work that he'd hardly been thinking about his own well being, much less where he originated from. It took a few seconds of pacing around, dragging his staff behind him, before finally conjuring up a response. 

"I'm from Burgess," he smiled - though he wasn't sure if Shiki knew where that was - and added, "I moved to Tokyo with my folks when I was six."

All the time he had been pacing, Jack had carefully summoned a ball of fresh snow to his palm. Icy fingertips ran over the texture, but didn't feel the bitterness of the cold. After all, he was practically the cold itself. The winter spirit didn't know what it was like to be warm, to have a body temperature which wouldn't freeze people if they lingered for too long.

"What have I got in mind..." he repeated, musing his inner thoughts and blowing a cool, breath of frost over the newly-made snowball. "Heads up!" 

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With a quirk of a brow, Jack turned his attention to the girl, a slight flash of interest flickering within icy irises. He reached behind his head to pull back the hood, revealing a head of hair as pure as freshly fallen snow.

He offered a smile. "Hello," he paused. "Who might you be?"