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The chill of the cold was unforgiving this particular evening. Though at least the snow had finally stopped falling and the streets cleared. Yet, on this frigid night, the sidewalks were still covered in its white glow with only the faint crystal lights strung up to aid in its clearing.

This made walking rather difficult, as the snow had piled up from all the hours of it falling. This wouldn’t be of concern to most at this hour. Seeing how it was well past the evening hours and temperature had dropped to nearly freezing.  

Yet, someone was out. Truding through the snow in boots entirely covered with flakes of snow. Donning a long warm coat that reached down just enough to brush against the junction of the knee. Small puffs of air resembled wisping clouds as they escaped red chapped lips only to quickly disperse into the night air. Gloved hands firmly held a shopping bag filled with assorted sprinkles and small pieces of candy and a bag of warm takeout that was quickly cooling.

Most would call this foolish or borderline suicide. Yet, she still was out on this record cold night. She was on a mission and she was determined.

She took in a large breath, the rigid air filling her lungs with a chill, and  turned her gaze towards the sky.  With a loud and lengthy sigh she smiled.

“I can’t believe how clear the sky is. The stars are so bright.” She admired to herself without realizing it.  

The abundance of stars reminded her of home. Or rather, the lack of them at home. The closest she had ever gotten to seeing so many was when holiday lights were strung up on the tops of the tall city buildings.

Unsurprisingly, neither she nor her family were from here. Infact, she never dreamed of moving away from her home but business was business.  

Nevertheless, she couldn’t shake the slight melancholy she felt in the midst of the supposed most wonderful time of the year.  The weighed on her lightly at times, pushed back as far as her feelings would allow it. Though, it was impossible to hold back feelings forever. They would eventually grow until there was no room for them to hide.

She was quickly approaching that point in her psyche. Steadily the kind smile her lips held fell into a forlorned frown.

The holiday festivities  may be charming and very much enjoyable, but only when one had others to engage in them with.

This was her first Christmas alone and despite all she tried, it upset her greatly.  She had always had the companionship of her family to partake in the celebrations with her. There was never a somber moment when she was together with them.

How she craved for that again. Yet, that would not happen this holiday no matter how much she craved it so.  

Though she may not have her family with her for the holidays she could still practice their traditions. That was the only reason she was out here on this cold night. Picking up the last of the ingredients she had forgotten to buy previously.

Oh well... she thought, it could always be so much worse.

This was true. She could be stuck in the cold and not have a warm house waiting for her to enter and cozy up in. Just the thought of curling up on the couch while eating her warm food made the smile find its way back to her lips.

Ah yes. I should look forward to the small positives.

“Hey! Are you even listening? Hellooo?” A voice questioned with amusement amidst the cold.

Her eyes, which had gazed absently towards the stars, drew towards the source that called to her.

Previously unbeknownst to her, a car with rust resting upon the edges no doubt from the recent exposure to the extended snowfall had slowed down to her pace gradually following her as she shuffled through the snow.  Tires roped with chains screeched at an unpleasant high pitch that nearly made her wince. She became worried about how entrapped she was in her thoughts to not notice such a noisy vehicle come her way.

Driving the ear jarring vehicle was a man with a sly gleam in his eye and smile that could charm a snake. His hair was greased back and slightly receded indicating his age was greater than hers. His long, almost witch like fingers, playfully twirled with the earing that dangled from his heavily pierced lobe.  

An unsettling pit formed in her stomach and she instinctively held onto her bags tightly as if looking for comfort. Though she doubted she would find comfort from lukewarm takeout.  

“Oh!” She feigned innocent surprise. “Please forgive me. I didn’t see you approach.”

“I can clearly see that. I’ve called you about five times now and you just kept on ignoring me. It rude to do that you know?” He smirked coyly, his tongue lightly grazing the sharp of his tooth. She suddenly felt a shiver run up her spine that she doubted was from the cold.

Her eyes shifted for just a second out of unease, “I’m sorry. I did not mean for any trouble.”

“Aw now that’s alright. We can’t all be perceptive. How about you make it up to me by letting me drive you home?” Despite his seemingly kind words, his tone was filled with mischief and the indication of prurient motives.

The shiver in her spine expanded throughout her entire body causing her to struggle to maintain her seemingly cheerful disposition. Letting him know she was uncomfortable would only fuel his subtle advances and make her appear vulnerable. Though the snow had begun to soak through her boots and her cheeks burned from the gelid air, accepting a ride from a complete stranger at this time of hour was anything but a good idea.

“That’s very kind of you sir! Truly!” she began with a smile and gracious attitude, “Yet, I must decline. I was told from a very young age to never get into a car with a stranger so-”

“Eh?!” he snapped before she could finish her excuse, “A stranger? You calling me strange? Don’t you know any manners, girl?”

His voice was sharp and cut right through her, his brow twitching in annoyance and his lips curled baring his teeth.

Her hands immediately flew up causing the bags she held to swish slightly and dump into her torso. “N-No, that’s not it at all! I-I-I just moved her and I’m not re-really familiar with everything yet- so-um please understand I meant to offense!” She stammered in a panic.

“Heh…” he let out a gruff chuckle, “I guess I can forgive your rudeness.” He paused to reach out of the car window, “If you let me have a piece of that.” His long finger pointed towards her and she slightly leaned her head in confusion.

Her eyes followed his finger and saw him pointing at the bag she held in front of her chest. Peeking into the bag she realized it contained her now frozen takeout she had bought on the way back from the store.

M-My food? Well I guess I can give him that. Anything to get him away from me. I can make something at home anyway…

“Oh this?” She held up the bag higher, “Sure thing! Here you can have all of it-”

“Not the damn food in the bag! Are you stupid or something?” He questioned angrily.

“Then-?”

“Shit you foreigners are stupid as hell! When I said a piece of that I was talking about you!” He jabbed his finger in emphasis.

“Me?” She peeped out quietly.

“Yeah. You’re not from here, that what you said right? Well let me educate you how people properly apologize around here. Now come on get in the car!” He spat in annoyance.

Defensively, she drew up her hands close to her body hoping they would be a thick enough shield against his gaze. Her eyes were wide and shaken with disbelief.  

Is this really how people are around here? Scary… Wait a minute, maybe he’s just joking. I mean this seems like something I’d read out of a comic book or something.

She found herself staring intently at the man before her, searching to see if he was joking.  His brow was creased in irritation and his mouth drooped into a scowl. His stare was a hard glare that held no hint of trickery.

Then something strange caught her eye as she looked over the man’s car. There was something faintly off in the distance and barely even visible. Her eyes narrowed in an attempt to make out whatever was over there. Hopefully something that could help her get out of this situation.

There across the way stood a figure of well something large. The shape indicated a man yet this man was larger than any she’d seen before and the light from the street seemed to pass through him as if he weren’t even there.

Whatever it was, it seemed to be wandering aimlessly about the snow without making any sound which was odd considering the large amount there was.

She leaned forward ever so slightly as the figure continued to pass by. She gulped and parted her lips to call out to it but found herself at a loss for words. There was something almost enchanting about the figure as it seemingly glided through the night. Moving  with such an odd position of grace that seemed to even ignore the air that surrounded it.

For some reason she the chill that formed from the man threatening her seemed to disappear and be replaced by a new and unidentifiable feeling.

A loud car horn grabbed her attention and with a blink her gaze was brought back to the visible irritated man in front of her.

“And now you’re staring at me?! You rude bitch.” His hand shot out towards her, taking a fistful of her winter coat causing the bags to tumble out of her hands and into the snow.

Her hands grabbed onto his wrists pulling turning to try and pry him off her. “Let me go! Stop!” She begged pushing herself back hoping to loosen his grip.

“Not until you apologize you damn bitch! Come on I know you’re cold. It’s real nice and warm with me.”

“ORA!” A voice boomed like thunder and in movements faster than the strike of lightning the grip of the dangerous man was removed.

Stumbling back slightly she blinked in confusion at sudden movement. Disoriented she shook her head slightly and stepped forward only to be met with a solid surface.

“Ouch!” came a quiet cry as she rubbed her nose lightly. She gazed forward trying to find an explanation for the sudden contact but was only met with more questions.

A massive figure-no a man- towered in front of her. She hesitated calling whatever this was in front of her a man. He was huge-reaching heights she had never seen before and shoulders so broad they could probably wrap around a bear. Resting upon them were large golden pads donned with an intrinsic spiral design. A long red scarf blew over the large shoulders pads, the ripped edges lightly grazing over her cheek.

She continued to stare openly at his heavily toned back with eyes wide and mouth nearly hitting the cold snow.

What the? Who the? What is he wearing? A purple jumpsuit? No wait, that’s...That’s!

“His skin?!” She questioned in utter disbelief. The muscles in his back flexed tightly and his head whipped over his shoulder.

“Eeep!” She cowered slightly realizing he must have heard her. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean-!” She stopped upon his eyes meeting hers. Most of his face was obscured by his over the tops shoulder pads but she could clearly see his eyes staring into hers.

His eyes were a unique shade of aquamarine, nearly akin to the very ocean itself. Justing by looking at them she felt like she was floating on the calm waters of the Pacific. She foolishly thought for a moment that the ocean would jump out and swallow her up based on how wide his eyes were. They almost looked surprised and even curious in a subtle nature.

Her mouth opened to speak words she had yet to think of but were drowned out by the sound of a deafening and mortified scream. She peeked around the massive man and gasped in shock. The man who had grabbed her hand was completely bent inhumanly back. Fingers twitching unpleasantly and blood gushing from his snapped wrist. Muttering profanities and cradling his crippled hand, his eyes shot directly towards her.

“What the fuck did you do to me you damn bitch?!” He shouted like a madman.

“Me?! I didn’t do anything! Look at me you think I could do that!” She defended by pointing at his mangled wrist.

“I don’t care what you look like! You attacked me! There’s no one else here but you, crazy bitch!” He accused.

“Huh?!” Her head snapped towards the giant man then back to her would be attacker.

He jabbed his finger at her with his other unharmed hand. “Don’t you ‘huh’ me! I know it was you! I don’t know how but you did it you damn bitch! I’ll fuckin break your goddamn skull just you wa-!”

The massive man’s eyes flashed and in flash her would be attacker’s finger was snapped sideways, sending an unpleasant crackling sound in her ears.

He man continued speaking not even realizing his finger had been crushed and broken.

“-tch you damned..! Eh?!” He screamed loudly and withdrew his bloody hands to the safety of his car.

“What the fuck! You did it again but you weren’t even near me this time! You’re fuckin’ possessed chick! Get the hell away from me!” He foot slammed on the peddle and his car sped off with a loud screech of tires.

She stood there confused and shocked at the rapid past events. A giant of man nearly snapped a man’s hand off and completely shattered his finger and yet the man claimed to not even see him do so. Sure it happened quickly but to not even see tower of man in front of you was preposterous.

Did he really not see him? But that’s not possible. I saw him! Who the heck is this guy?! The strange outfit and speed and strength of a god. Is he this town’s superhero?! I really am in a comic book! She stood entangled her thoughts as the massive man stared down to her questioningly. She failed to notice a large hand reaching out towards her as she mumbled to herself.

“Ora..?” A finger jabbed roughly into her arm and she nearly flew into the air out of fright. Her chested heaved heavily as she turned towards the giant man.

Upon getting a better look at him she nearly jumped into the air again. He, somehow, seemed even taller than before. He was absolutely massive, with a broad body containing chiseled and hardened features that made professional athletes look like first year students. She hadn’t been incorrect earlier, he was not wearing some tight jumpsuit. His skin was indeed a shade of purple. She examined his muscled torso and noticed his skin was not only purple but contained different hues of blue and a strange golden line spanning from his torso to the upper sides of his arms only to disappear under his black and gold studded fingerless gloves. Her eyes found themselves looking to his eyes once more, which were rimmed with a darker shade of purple that seemed to encompass the sides of his cheeks as well. A gold headband framed his forehead and pushed back a heap of dark hair that seemed to always be moving despite the absence of wind, forever tangling in a methodical dance.

She pulled her gaze down to the snow, realizing she had been staring for far too long and did not want to be rude. He was technically her savior after all.

I definitely see him. I mean I can’t dream this kind of detail up. There’s no way I’m that imaginative. And yet…

The recent memories of the driver unable to see this man ran through her mind. Her gaze rose once again and her found herself glaring into the torso of the man who saved her.

I have to make sure he’s real. The cold could be getting to me after all.

Carefully her hand lifted up from her side and reached out towards the tall man who stood still with this eyes watching her movement.

Carefully her fingertips reached his torso. She immediately withdrew them upon contact only to let curiosity get the better of her and reach out again. This time she let her hand rest upon his torso even patting it slightly. He was neither warm nor cold. He was just...there.

“N-No way!” She looked up into his eyes with amazement. “You’re real! But only I could see you…”

He remained quiet and offered no further explanation. She frowned at his lack of words and bit the inside of her cheek. The memory of the driver claiming she was possessed gave her a thought.

“Could it be that you’re some type of spirit? Like a ghost or a guardian?” She questioned once again, looking into his eyes.

He stared back her with a look she was unable to read. His facial features seemed apathetic yet, there was glint of curiosity is his eyes.

She thought back to childhood stories of spirits gathering around the holidays to offer protection and safety to those who needed it the most. She had always thought those were little fantasies and yet here she was, in the cold and longing for companionship during the holiday season.

Could he really be a guardian spirit? He must be..it’s the only thing that makes sense. And it seems he doesn’t want to do any talking.

Her eyes slowly trailed down his body until her gaze reached her hand touching his torso and then proceeded downward to…

Suddenly it was so longer the cold that made her face red. She jerked hand away like she had touched hot coals and scurried back away from him. Only now had she realized that this man’s only real article of clothing were his short black boots and a long white loincloth.

What’s with his clothes?! It’s freezing out here and he’s wearing only that! He may be a spirit but I can’t leave him to potentially freeze.

With hesitation, she made her way back over to the spirit, whom never took his eyes off her as she moved.

Sighing heavily she gently unzipped her winter coat before holding it out for him to take. His eyes slowly moved from her face to the winter coat in her hand. She pushed her lips together in a pout and averted her gaze only slightly.

“Take it please. I know it’s too small for you to wear but you could keep it close to you to stay warm.” She explained gently.

And yet he still remained silent and unmoving. Continuing to switch his gaze until his permanently fell onto the thick sweater she wore under her coat.

“Oh!” She gasped in a hush upon noticing his stare. Does he think I’ll be too cold without it?

She looked to him again and put a soft smile to her lips, “It’s okay really. I have a lot of layers on so you won’t need to worry about me being cold. Plus my house isn’t too far from here. So please,” she pushed the coat into his large hands, “stay warm, okay?”

Slowly and gently, as if not to tear it, his fingers curled around the thick fabric. She watched him look upon it before he slowly brought it up to his broad chest.

“See? There you go!” She beamed brightly, clasping her hands together. “I’m sorry I don’t have your size.” She laughed softly.

His gaze slowly shifted back to her and his eyes focused directly on her smile, eyes following her as she approached the bags that had previously been dropped in the snow.

She kneeled down and rested on her heels to avoid the cold of the snow. She dusted off the snowy residue as she picked up the back of sprinkles and treats. “Good thing the packaging didn’t break.” She sighed relieved only to frown when picking up the bag of food she had bought earlier. “Ice cold...great. Oh well.”

She stood once again and met the eyes of the spirit. She blinked in surprise at him continuing to look at her. She coughed and shifted uncomfortably. “Thanks for doing what you did back there. I don’t know how I would have gotten out of it. Well actually I had a few ideas but they probably wouldn’t have worked. So you have my thanks.”

Unsurprisingly, he stood there quietly and only offered his stare as a response. Their eyes stared into each other for what seemed like years yet it had been mere seconds.

“Do you...have somewhere to go?” She quietly questioned and was met with the similar response of silence. A ghost of a laugh left her lips, “You don’t speak much huh?” She knew she would receive no further answer. “Well, how about you come with me? My coat barely covers you up and after what you did for me I can’t just leave you in the cold.”

Even though she meant every word she spoke, she could not believe she was offering sanctuary to a spirit. All the logic and reason was screaming at her to ignore this apparition and sleep away this cold induced hallucination. But all the compassion within her was screaming just as loud to care for this spirit. Spirits usually look to move on to wherever it is they go but usually they must perform some sort action to do so. Perhaps she could be of some help? He had helped her so it was only fair to return the favor.

She knew better than to wait for the response that would never come. She began walking and almost immediately the spirit followed closely.

Though this spirit would ultimately lead to complications she didn’t want anyone to be alone at this time of the year. Not even a spirit.

“Alright this is it.” She shivered before opening the door allowing the spirit to enter before her. She rubbed her hands together and sighed as the warmth of her house coursed through her like embers from a fire. “That’s much better isn’t it?” She found herself asking again even though there would be no answer.

The spirit stood clueless inside the middle of the room, blinking rapidly and scanning every object that came into sight. For a minute she thought he was going to combust from sensory overload but his shining eyes once again returned to her.

She almost laughed at how wide eyed he looked and it didn’t help that the still held her coat close to his chest. Gesturing her arm towards the couch, she spoke. “Here, I’ll turn on the the television for you. You can sit here and warm up while I get food ready.”

Apprehensively, almost childishly so, he made his way over to the couch. He plopped down rather harshly causing the couch to creak and she was very grateful the couch didn’t snap in half. She turned on the device before passing the remote to him, which was dwarfed in his massive hands.

“Use this button to change the channels and this one to adjust the volume. I’ll be in the kitchen getting some food ready. If you need anything just,” she pursed her lips before snapping her fingers together, “just tap me twice on the shoulder like this.” She held up two fingers and lightly tapped onto his shoulder pad. “That okay?”

Tap. Tap.

The spirit confirmed with an even more gentle touch causing her to smile brightly. “Okay good! Just me know, I’ll be right in here.”

She backed away the smile still holding its place on her lips. The spirit watched her leave before bringing his attention to the colorful images that flashed onto the screen. As soon as she rounded the corner she let an inaudible sigh push its way past her lips.

What have I gotten myself into? Although she would be by herself for the holidays, her family would be moving in with her. They would have come all together but changes in flight schedules messed up their arrival time so she was here extremely early. Once they arrived what was she going to do?

Still...

She peeped from around the corner to see him rapidly switching through the stations of the television. She small smile formed upon her lips and her turned her attention back to the kitchen.

I have a lot of time until then. I’ll try and help him out best I can.

Finally finishing dinner she stepped back and examined her work.

I hope this tastes good. I managed to salvage most of the takeout I got earlier...I don’t want to seem like a bad host.

Tap. Tap.

She nearly jumped at the surprise and whipped her head around. She was met with aquamarine eyes that were growing more and more familiar.

“I’m sorry, I’ve kept you a long time haven’t I?”

He said nothing, only holding up the coat she had given to him before.  

“Oh have you warmed up now?” She took the coat from his hands and placing it off to the side hoping to remember to hang it up later. “Sorry again that it wasn’t your size. Dinner is ready though, could you sit down over there? I’ll bring you your plate.”

As instructed, the spirit sluggishly moved to where she had gestured. Carrying one plate in each hand, she followed him gingerly. A light feeling filled her as she placed the second plate of food down for the ever staring spirit. Up until this point she had eaten every meal alone which had always left her in a state of woe. Though her guest may be unspeaking mighty spirit, it was a welcoming sight to see more than one plate.

With a clasp of her hands and an amiable smile she beamed, “ Itadakimasu!” This sudden outburst, that contrasted her usually soft demeanor, earned her a perplexed stare.

An unanticipated warmth swelled to her cheeks and neck as she noticed the spirit gawking at her doe-eyed.

She shrunk back into her shoulders as embarrassment racked through her body. However, his intense stare did not seem to be full of judgement as she had believed. In his eyes there was questioning interest. Like he was studying her every action or, perhaps, trying to understand and learn them.

The thought was amusing to her as she felt a bubbling sense of laughter push at the back of her throat. Trying to understand simple and practically mundane tasks when this impressive spirit could most likely crush a train with his thighs.

“Sorry for the outburst. I was told you say that before eating a meal to show your thanks. I’m not from around here so I’m trying to fit in. But don’t feel pressured to say it though!” She offered in explanation.

Slowly, as if in step by step movements the spirit brought his arms far apart, show casing his impressive wing span. She gaped at him with speculation wondering vaguely if he was performing some spiritual ritual.

Yet the time she spent with her speculations were cut short by a thunderous smack that nearly sent her rolling back.

“ORA!” The spirit roared with firmly clasped hands in an identical fashion to hers.

Silence filled the air for a moment until the laugh that had been previously held within her throat clawed its way up and escaped past her lips.

“Haha! Yes that’s-” she spoke through bubbly laughter, “that’s very good! Just like that! You’re a very quick learner.” She managed to cut her laughter short, she didn’t want him to feel insecure about his outburst. Afterall, he was trying very hard.

“You know,” she sniffled a giggle, “You say that quite often.” she added with a small smile.

With childlike curiosity, the spirit cocked his head and blinked, “Ora?”

“Mhm!” she chirped, “It’s all you’ve said to me. Not that’s a problem or anything. I was just wondering if…” her voiced vanished for but a minute, “Since I don’t know your name, how about I call you Ora-san? Is that alright with you?”

A large crooked and toothy grin flashed on his previously stoic face. His wide grin captured the majority of his face which actually made him seem a tad intimidating and overbearing. “Ora!” He affirmed with a confident and deep shout.

Regardless of his wide and rather awkward smile, she gleamed back to him, “Alright it’s settled then. Now, Ora-san, let’s dig in!”

Hurriedly, she nabbed her chopsticks and stabbed them into the recently heated noodles. She twirled them around until she knew for sure there was no way they’d slip off and land somewhere on her chin.

“Mmm..” She openly sighed as the warm noodles graced her tongue, the small hints of spices and herbs mingling together in a delectable manner.

Going in for another bite, she noticed Ora-san staring blankly towards his plate. Lowering the chopsticks from her lips she furrowed her brow in perplexity.

“Is something wrong Ora-san?” She inquired with a tilt of her head. “Oh! Is it the chopsticks? They are pretty tricky to get used to. But I’ll show you how to hold them. See?” She demonstrated.

Ora-san quickly mimicked her, picking up the chopsticks with ease and even twirling them between his large fingers.

“You already knew how to use them? Then what’s the matter? Is it my cooking?” She grumbled with pursed lips.

Not waiting for the response that she would not come, she carefully picked up a piece of shrimp from her plate. “Come on~!” she coaxed, “It’s really tasty! Just give it a little try. I like to think I’m a good chef-ah! I’m not trying to brag though!” She clarified.

Maybe he doesn’t need to eat? He is a spirit afterall-

Chomp.

Ora-san bit down on the single piece of shrimp she held out. His lips slowly dragged over the wooden chopsticks as he pulled away to chew and swallow. She sat there in a daze at his sudden action but attempted to recover quickly.

“Good?” She whispered her only reply a simple yet firm nod. “Good!” She repeated with glee. “I’m glad-” She was cut off by a slight push to her lips.

“Ora.” Came Ora-san’s deep voice. He was holding a piece of shrimp from his own plate and gently probing it to her lips.

“E-Eh,” she stammered, “You want me to try some of yours? We have the same meal though, Ora-san.”

His brows furrowed and his expression was that of a small pout but really, deep down, she found it extremely adorable. “Ora..!”  He jabbed the piece of shrimp against her lips once again.

Exhaling, she gave in. “Alright alright.” With haste she took the shrimp into her mouth, chewing so rapidly she didn’t have time to fully taste it. She swallowed with an audible gulp and forced a wobbly smile to Ora-san. “Very tasty! Now let’s-”

Before she could continue speaking Ora-san was attempting to shove another piece of shrimp down her throat.

“Gack!” She gagged and lurched back, toppling to the the ground. She laid there for a moment dazed and until she heard a soft ‘Ora’ in her ear and met wide puppy dog eyes. Ora-san ignored her frantic state and continued to push the piece of shrimp against her cheek. She scrambled upwards and pushed herself back against the wall in a rather comedic fashion.

What the heck is he doing?! He nearly choked me with that dang shrimp! She eyed Ora-san who was now probing through his food with his chopsticks. He picked up a smaller piece of shrimp and pointed it her way.

“Ora?”

She shook her head and waved her arms vigorously, “No thank you Ora-san!”

He lowered the small piece of shrimp back to his plate but then began to dig around in food picking up small vegetables and examining them closely. Finally he stopped fiddling around in his dinner and held out a small pea in her direction.

“Ora?” He questioned once more while gesturing the pea in her direction.

Is he..trying to feed me? Is that why he was digging around in his food? To find something for me? I might have fed him one piece of shrimp but this is a bit much.

She paused when Ora-san once again started moving the food around seemingly searching for something that she would accept. Though this gesture was peculiar but she couldn’t help but feel a small sense of admiration fill her chest.

Does he think this is how people eat? Since I’ve brought him here he’s been very observant.  Could it be that he’s trying to learn how to behave like a person? Maybe...before he passes on he needs to understand people. That’s really strange but if that’s what it takes for him to find rest-

She lightly placed a clenched fist into her open palm in determination, dramatically closing her eyes and keeping her lips tightly pushed together.

I’ll help this spirit move on by showing him the human experience! This is my duty!

With her new found resolve she rose from the wall her back had previously clung to desperately and approached the clueless spirit. With a smile she smoothly slide her hand over his wrist, stopping him from continuing to explore his dinner.

“This is yours Ora-san.” To her surprise, she was met with no resistance as she brought his wrist towards his lips. “And this,” she picked up her own chopsticks and picked up a vegetable, “is for me.” and with that she plopped it in her mouth. “See?” She mumbled as she chewed.

Much to her happiness, Ora-san copied her actions successfully. “Great job Ora-san! You really are a quick study. Lucky you!” She complimented and that crooked yet adorable smile returned.

He clasped his hands together again and shouted an elated “ORA!”

Joyous laughter flew from her and the warm feeling within her chest grew even more. She clasped her hands together as well and chuckled,

“Ora!” And for some odd reason, she was growing very fond of hearing that one simple word.

Her fingers had began to wrinkle slightly as she scrubbed the dishes clean of any filth, absentmindedly humming a holiday jingle that was hidden under the rush of water spattering against the sink.

Peering over her shoulder to gaze upon Ora-son she smiled once again. He sat quietly, a large blanket draped over his impossibly broad shoulders.  She had left on the television for him, aiming to capture his attention while she cleaned. She hoped he didn’t mind that she left the television on the figure skating channel. However, based on his captivated attention towards the figures dancing gracefully, there was no need for her to worry.  Upon finishing the dishes she joined the massive man on the couch who seemed unphased by her presence.

“This is my favorite performance,” she broke the silence suddenly, “It’s a routine about long distance love.” Ora-san shifted his eyes to her, expression blank and unreadable by her. “See how the pair are always within reach? It’s to show how two lovers want to be close to each other.” Ora-san completely turned from the television to face her as she continued to describe the movements of the skaters and how every move symbolized an aspect of affection. She became so invested in her description she failed to notice just how intently Ora-san looked to her. “Oh and this-” she spoke as the male skater twirled his partener in air, “Is how they confess their love.”

The male skater caught his partner, angling her body so she was pressed close and his hand lovingly cupping her cheek. She sighed and rested her chin in her hands as the performance came to an end.

“So romantic…” she breathed before turning towards Ora-san, “I’m sorry. I know it’s cheesy but I’ve always enjoyed figure skating. In fact, my family and I would go to the rink this time of year. They’re not here yet but after the holiday they will be. But don’t worry I’ll help you move on before then and if not I’m sure they’ll take a liking to you!” She chatted enthusiastically. “Now, how about we get some rest okay?”

She hopped up onto her feet and began to walk towards the bedroom with Ora-san keeping a small distance between them. “You’re a special guest so I won’t have you sleep on the couch.” Plus you’re way too big for it , she added to herself.  “You can sleep in the bedroom. I hope it’s to your liking. I’ll be in the room to the left and if you need me for anything you know what to do right?”

Ora-san replied by holding up two fingers and bending them twice. “Ora.” He confirmed with a low voice.

She flashed him a thumbs up, “Perfect!” she walked back ready to leave the room to enter a steady slumber, “Sweet dreams Ora-san!” Closing the door she make her way into a spare bedroom. Once her eyes fell upon that oh so sweet bed she nearly melted.

Flopping onto the bed she breathed into the pillow and smiled. This evening has been like no other and would probably remain the most bizarre night of her life. “What an adventure…” She murmured into the fluffy pillow. Rolling onto her back she looked up to the dark ceiling unable to prevent the events that had transpired from replaying in her memories.

Her stupid decision to walk in the freezing cold. A scumbag offering her a ‘ride’ and a wild spirit who came to her rescue. Could this get anymore comic book? Still, as she tried to shake the cold earlier, the warmth that filled her chest was equally persistent. There was something about that towering spirit that seemed innocent and strangely gentle. It was a tad hypocritical calling someone who nearly snapped a man’s hand off gentle. Yet there were signs of his gentle nature hidden subtly amongst his overbearing curiosity. The way he smoothly held onto her coat so his massive fingers wouldn’t pierce the fabric. How his fingers carefully picked up the chopsticks that looked more like toothpicks in his grasp and cradled them as to not splinter the wood into tiny bits.

As cliche and comic book as it was, he was a gentle giant.

As her mental fortitude began to give way her eyes drifted shut and in record time she fell into a peaceful sleep, unconsciously hoping she had not been dreaming already.

Tap. Tap.

Feeling the faint pressure on her shoulder caused her groan softly and sluggishly opened her eyes. Pushing herself up she was met with the familiar gaze of Ora-san. “Good morning Ora-san. Was your night alright?” Even though he never actually answered back, she still found herself asking him questions. Getting out of bed she stretched her arms over head and let out a comfortable sigh. Taking a look at the small clock that rested next to bed she noted how late she had slept in.

She suddenly realized she still needed to do her holiday baking and jumped out of bed, nearly crashing into the man towering over her. “I’ll put out some food for you, you must be hungry.” She explained as she began to pick out clothes for the day. “But right now I need some privacy so if it’s not too much to ask, could you wait for me in the kitchen?”

Ora-san obeyed and swiftly left the room, leaving her to quickly whip herself together. Satisfied she flung the door open only to crash into a firm surface. She stumbled back and saw Ora-san looking down at her. “Were you waiting for me?” she wondered, “That’s very sweet of you Ora-san. We can walk to the kitchen together.”

Upon reaching the living room, Ora-san sat on the couch and stared at the already activated television. He must have been already watching it before he woke me up, she reasoned to herself. Taking out a bowl, she filled it an assortment of fruit, hoping that he would like at least one of them.

“Here you go Ora-san!” She placed the bowl of fruits on the empty space of the couch. Identical to his action the previous even, he brought his hands together and bellowed an “Ora” in thanks.

She offered a sweet smile to him as she followed suit, “Ora! Please enjoy!”

Ora-san began to pick up the different fruits and try them all. She was silently glad he refrained from trying to feed her and was instead enjoying himself. “You seem to like them, I’m glad.” She watched him delightfully munch on the fruits for moment before returning to the kitchen.

Though a questioning “Ora” caused her to halt. She turned and saw Ora-san peering over the couch, his fingers gripping onto the top. A hand came over her mouth to hold back her giggling. “What the matter Ora-san?”

His eyes shifted from her to the empty space on the couch and then returned to her once more. Her lips parted slightly in surprise and the warm feeling in her chest swelled to life. “Did you...want me to sit with you?”

His only response was the further duck behind the safety of the couch with only the tuff of his untamed mane visible from behind the couch. She bit back another laugh and slowly approached him with an affectionate smile. He looked at her from the corner of his enchanting eyes but kept his face close to the soft cushion of the couch.

“Ora-san,” she began as she rest her hand on top of his hair, “I would love to sit with you and if it were any other time I would but I have some baking that I really need to do. It’s family tradition to make cookies on this day and even though I don’t have my family here I still have the tradition. But after I promise that we can sit and watch as much television as you want.” She declared and let her hand softly glide down his hair until it found a place on his golden shoulder pad.

Slowly he angled his neck to look at her. His eyes bore into hers, his brow furrowed slightly giving off a puzzled expression. His lips were parted ever so slightly, showcasing the smallest glimpse of glistening teeth. The longer his stare captured hers, the more vulnerable she became. Though, maybe that wasn’t quite the word for how she was feeling. She wasn’t feeling insecure as he stared, in fact it was the opposite. The more he looked to her the more she wanted to open up to him. To tell him the many things she had experienced and to tell him everything about herself. Though strangely, it was as if she didn’t need to. As she shared eye contact, it felt she was sharing so much. Her thoughts, her feelings. It was like nothing needed to be said between them. This was not unsettling like she would have believed, it was rather pleasant. Since the time she met him, she had quietly wondered if he truly understood her words or if she was speaking into the air. The look in his eyes held the answer. Though he may not be able to use a wide range of vocabulary, he truly did understand her.

Suddenly whatever enchantment that held the two together was broken by the sound of the oven timer ringing. She snapped her head back towards the kitchen completely forgetting that she had preheated the oven. She rushed back into the kitchen, with Ora-san quickly following, and began to assemble all the ingredients she would need. Lining them up and the counter, she huffed and placed her hands on her hips.

“Alright, let’s being.” She whispered to herself. Ora-san moved closer to the line of ingredients, eyes scanning over each one with heightened interest. “Would you like to help Ora-san?” She offered kindly, his innocent curiosity never failing to amuse her. “Do you wanna help make cookies Ora-san?”

The mixing bowl, grasped by firm hands, was thrusted into her chest. Smiling at his enthusiastic gesture she gladly took the mixing bowl into her considerably smaller hands. “I’ll get another one so you can make a batch too!”

One trip around the kitchen later, two large mixing bowls sat on the counter surrounded by a multitude of ingredients along with every type of sprinkles and frostings available. “Now the first thing you do,” she began instructing, “is take the softened butter and carefully drop them into the bowl-like this.” She pinched the wrapping of the butter at the sides and slowly it fell into the mixing bowl with a wet ‘plop’. Ora-san did as he was instructed before returning his attention to her for further directions.

She continued her little cooking lesson as she spoke, “Alright, the next step is to add sugar then stir it together, see?” She angled her bowl so Ora-san could see the result of her direction.

“Ora?” He offered her a look at his bowl as well. Her eyes were met with the successful sight of the glittering mixture.

“Yup! You got it!” she praised with a grin, “Next we’re going to put in eggs, just lightly hit them against the bowl or else things might get a bit messy-Perfect!” She complimented upon observing Ora-san with the utmost caution crack an egg against the rim of the bowl. “We’ll put in the vanilla next, this is what makes the cookies taste so sweet, then you add flower and a tiny bit of baking powder and ta-dah!” Her elbows bent at a slight angle, arms pointing upwards in the air with her wrists bent back as she celebrated rather dramatically.

With identical movements, Ora-san posed along with her, “Or-ah!”

“Haha!” she laughed while clapping her hands, “You’re a natural! Got everything right even down to the celebratory pose! I’m so lucky to have such a talented chef working with me.” She jested.

That wide and toothy smile returned to his lips and she found herself admiring it for far too long. Clearing her throat, she forced herself to look away from his pulling smile. “But we’re not done yet, Ora-san,” she held up a finger for unneeded emphasis. “This is the hard part-mixing it all together.” She handed him a wooden mixing spoon before beginning to mix the ingredients in her bowl together. Keeping the bowl close to her body to keep it from slipping around, she pressed her spoon deep and strained to stir them together. Knuckles were already turning white from the hard grip she had and her tongue found itself trapped between the sharp of her tooth in concentration.

“It’s going to take a few tries but-eh?!” She nearly choked in incredulity from seeing Ora-san’s perfectly churned dough.  His speed alone put a kitchenaid to shame but the dough rivaled those she saw on the cooking shows she regretfully watched. “W-Wow!” she found her throat dry, “We’re you a chef in your past life? Ah nevermind! I’ll be finished soon!” She resumed but found it even more difficult to continue as she had lost her momentum from pausing to observe or rather marvel at Ora-san.

Noticing her strained laboring over the stubborn dough, Ora-san gently took the bowl from her. Holding the now messied spoon dumbly, she blinked at Ora-san wondering the reasons for his actions.

Ora-san inhaled a gust of air smoothly through this nostrils. He held it for a small moment before letting the air escape evenly. “ORA!” He shouted, the suddenness startling her greatly. In a rush he began to stir with intense ferocity.  

“ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA ORA!” He chanted repeated as he moved with inhuman speed. Her eyes could barely keep up, his arm appearing only to be a flash of purple and blue as he continued to stir at a speed faster than lightning.

She could have sworn she felt her jaw hit the floor as she watch Ora-san conquer the trial that was mixing cookie dough. The force of his stirring was so great she actually thought she might be blown back by it. His actions suddenly came to a halt and the impressive spirit bellowed out a triumphant, “ORA!!”

Presenting the now completed dough he eagerly awaited her reaction. Taking the bowl into her hands, she could have sworn she felt a dull heat radiating from it into her palms. “Wow Ora-san,” she breathed out, “That was probably the most impressive thing I’ve ever seen.”

“ORA!” came his roaring jubilation.

She now began to doubt her previous assumption of his chef status in his previous life. Ignoring the ever amounting questions she threw him a thumbs up in assurance, with specks of flour spattering on his face in consequence. “Ah!” she panicked, “That was an accident I swear!”

Ora-san only blinked before simply dipping his fingers into a small piled of spilled flour. He brought them up to her face and flicked his fingers outwards, sending the puff of power to her cheek. She continued to gawk at him, surprised he had mimicked this action. Her ears were then filled with a deep and vibrant sound. Slowly she realized this sound was Ora-san’s deep laughter. It was stagnant and seemed to vibrate her eardrums. Despite that, she too found herself joining in on the laughter. The continuously growing warmth drawing her in even more, engulfing her body in a flame. Not one that burned and scorched her skin to the bone no- but a flame providing a lulling and tender security.

She thought that, perhaps, it was something akin to a friendship. But she knew that was not the case. Whatever this feeling ment, she knew one thing for sure, no other person had ever made her feel this way.

Just who exactly was this spirit she offered sanctuary to?

Roughly nine minutes later, the dough had successfully formed into a light golden crunch. Having them cool to perfection, her and Ora-san had decorated them in frostings and sprinkles in a tranquil silence. Despite the absence of vocalized words, her mind was rampant. Her thought that he was some sort of master chef in a previous life was really a foolish one in hindsight. Someone as spectacular and Ora-san couldn’t possibly be confined to such a small space like a kitchen where only a small amount of people could see him. Perhaps he was a warrior from some distant tribe whose power and speed was show cased in battles. That seemed to suit him much more. Ora-san was someone who deserved to be seen and recognized for his prowess. She found herself grateful that she was lucky enough to see him on that cold winter night.

With the cookies completed and the kitchen now spotless, the pair sat comfortably on the couch, a plate of munched on cookies resting on the table in front of them. A promise was a promise afterall.

Lazily her eyes followed the characters on the colored screen. She hadn’t been paying much attention to what the pixelated man and woman were saying, in fact she wasn’t even quite sure what this movie was about. She vaguely remembered it being a romance but she couldn’t be sure.

The character’s movements had taken a soporific effect and her eyes began to droop. The vibrant colors from the screen mingling together until a comfortable blackness entrapped her vision.

Her body shifted and her head leaned against the massive muscular arm of Ora-san, who’s attention was brought to her. He observed for a moment before placing his large hand atop of her head. His hand slowly ran over her hair. As best he tried his methods were still awkward and almost crude. She stirred and tiredly looked up to the man who cradled her.

“Oh…” she mumbled before sitting up, “Did I fall asleep on you? Sorry. How about we go to bed yeah?” Her voice was soft, drunk off of exhaustion. Ora-san complied and followed her to bed.

Opening the door for her large friend, she smiled urging him to enter. As he moved towards the bed, she opened the closet to fetch him fresh blankets. Her hand lightly tapped on the surface of the mattress as she sprawled out the large blankets. “There you go Ora-san.”

She grew quiet again before speaking again. “You know, Ora-san, when I first met you I was a bit worried.” Maybe it was the grogginess that fueled her sudden voice, but she wasn’t sure why she was saying the this. “But now, I’m glad.” He approached her, his eyes gazing down to her as she spoke up to him.

“I’ve never cared for a spirit before so I hope I’m being a good host. I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to be doing, “ she revealed, “I do know one thing though, you are special.”

Aquamarine eyes widened slightly upon hearing her confession and his lips parted to find some reply but only a timid “Ora” was said and he was astonishedly filled with embarrassment.

Yet she still smiled fondly at him, “I know you want to find peace and move on and I want to help you...but-” she swallowed , “I think ...a small part of me would... like if you stayed for a bit…” Her voice was nearly inaudible as her body swayed and her eyes’ heaviness got the better of her. She fell forward slightly only to be captured in strong arms. Breathing soft and even, she had succumbed to slumber.

Ora-san stood there, with her gently resting against him as his hands gripped onto her arms. However small and hushed her voice had been, his keen ears had picked up on it. Hesitantly and almost self consciously he encased her in his arms, her warm cheek flush against his chest. Small breaths gently hit his body as she rested in slumber.  

Eyes closing, he with more tender methods, his hand ran down her hair. A strange yet powerful feeling rumbled within him. It was protection but not the protection he had felt previously. When he had first met her it was an instinctive drive that had been built within him. The curiosity he felt when she was able to see him had morphed into something different. The kindness she showed and her genuine want to better him was perplexing to say the least. His need to further understand her actions were now passed innate curiosity. There was no longer an instinctive need to protect and observe, as he had come to realize. There was a desire to.

Morning came and with a yawn she awoke seemingly unaware of her sleep induced confession. Springing forth from her bed, she washed herself up before readying herself for another day with Ora-san. Another day with Ora-san. I really like the sound of that she thought with flushed cheeks that were not from the steam of the shower.

Not getting more than two steps into the living room, she was greeted by Ora-san. Before she could return his greeting, a bowl filled with strawberries was practically shoved into her hands. Without much choice, she accepted them gladly.

“Are these for me, Ora-san?”

“Ora!” He confirmed before gesturing over to the couch which was littered with extra blankets and pillows propped up for added comfort. Her lack of action caused Ora-san to guide her to the pampered couch and, with hands firmly placed on her shoulders, sat her down. He took his place next to her but not before enclosing her body with a warm and comically fluffy blanket.

“Wow Ora-san,” she blinked unsure what caused his sudden hospitable attitude, “thank you but I’m the one supposed to be taking care of you. Let’s share these together, okay?”

Extending one arm, she opened the large blanket to him, while her other hand offered to share the large bowl of the fresh fruit. However large the blanket may have been, it still wasn’t wide enough to cover both she and Ora-san. Yet, the impressive man remained unfazed as he moved himself as close to her as he could.

Time flew speedily as the pair indulged in the many programs the television had to offer. Yet, their entertainment shifted to Ora-san listening the varying experiences in her life she had begun to share. From detailed descriptions to informal banter. From an event however miniscule to monumental ones. She shared whichever event jumped into her mind. Ora-san didn’t seem to mind though, his bright and ever curious eyes looking to her with intriguing fondness.

Somewhere amidst her storytelling, she laid sprawled out with her head lazily resting on the muscle of his thighs. Her hand gestures became more frequent as she shared her tales, adding a dramatic vibe.

“And then-!” she spoke excitedly, “Whoosh! I glided off the ice off and into the air! And even I managed to stick the landing! That was really fun...” She smiled loosely recalling the pleasing memory of ice skating. “Have you ever been ice skating? I’m sure you’d be amazing at it. You’re amazing at everything.” She complimented absentmindedly. Oran-san lightly pet her hair in thanks. She smiled at this gesture. A simple ‘Ora’ would have worked nicely yet this was greatly more appreciated.

“I can’t wait to go again,” she practically hummed before her voice returned to a hush. Her eyes just so happened to peer over to the window. The sun had already began to set. Regularly she would be quite frustrated with herself if she had wasted the day doing entirely nothing. But sitting with Ora-san and enjoying his company was anything but a waste.

Ora-san continued to run his hand down the length of her hair, his fingers carefully twirling the locks occasionally. His hands glided over her so smoothly she barely even noticed the compassionate action. It seemed her previous believing of his gentle giant nature still held up and she was glad.

Had she not stupidly decided to venture out in the cold that starry night, she would have never met Ora-san. She’d be here alone feeling miserable about the lonely holiday and wishing she could still be with her family. Misery was nowhere near her mind, in fact she felt the opposite. She felt pure bliss.

Not knowing how long Ora-san would still remain in this world was more upsetting to her than she’d like. It was a somber thought and one she wished would be barred from her mind. She briefly entertained the idea of vocalizing this but she remained tight-lipped.

Strangely enough, she felt as though he already knew. The way his ocean filled eyes gazed admiringly down to her indicated she needn’t say anything. How there was the slightly trace of a smile hidden on his lips told her that he already knew. Somehow he knew.

For that reason, and that reason alone, she relished in the fact that right now in this very moment he was still here.

Steadily she tapped her fingers to the golden metalic pads of his shoulder. His hazy gaze sharpening instantaneously as her delicate touch. Tilting his head to the side, the hair swishing softly, he waited for her to speak.  

“You should try some hot chocolate. It’s perfect for moments like this.” Her voice cut through the peaceful silence.

She pushed herself up with an exhale and sluggishly made her way into the kitchen. Placing two mugs aside, she searched for the necessary components. Most important, at least in her opinion, the marshmallows. Having trouble locating them at first, she recalled she had placed them up out of her reach as to not mindlessly snack on them in her frequent boredom.

She stepped onto one of the chairs in the kitchen and reached up on her toes to reach the tasty treat. Fingers barely grasping onto the plastic bag she exhaled a celebratory sigh. Her weight shifted onto the heels of her feet causing her to wobble.

With flailing arms she dropped back off the chair. Expecting the feeling of the hard ground to her back, to say she was surprised by its absence was an understatement. Instead, her back met the solid arms of Ora-san. His large arm wrapped around her back and his fingers gently pressed into her skin.

Time seemed to stop as the two stared wide eyed at each other. No words said and no noise made. Just Ora-san protectively holding her in his arm.

Her perception became warped as she could have sworn the room seemed lighter and brighter than before. All the color in her vision swelled to him, her surroundings insignificant and bleak.

Like some cliche scene out of a romance novel, she heard chimes ring her ears. As if in a witch’s trance, her eyes glazed over and hands found themselves atop purple cheeks.

His skin was rough against the pads of her fingers and his cheeks sharp and angular. Smoothly, as if molding fine clay, her fingers sailed over the curve of his cheek until her palms cupped either edge of his cheek. Her fingertips only brushing against the curve of his strange circular ears.She wasn’t sure if she was imaging this due to her cliche induced stupor but she could swear Ora-san was getting closer to her.

She wasn’t sure if she was imaging this due to her cliche induced stupor but she could swear Ora-san was getting closer to her ever so slightly. His aquatic eyes just as hazy as her own and his expression dreamily relaxed. Whatever enchantment this was, she never wanted to leave it.

Regardless of what was reality, she did not mind and welcomed his closeness. The pads of her finger lightly pressed into his tough skin in anticipation of what would happen next.

She fought to keep her eyes locked to his, wanting-no, desiring to see his every move. Silently she pleaded to whoever was listening that this was not some cruel dream she was experiencing. Feeling herself be pulled closer to this large frame, her eyes focused only slightly. Ora-san looked down at her with a look she had never received before in her life  Gently, and dare she say affectionately, Ora-san brought a finger under her chin. Facing no resistance, Ora-san guided her chin upwards and she smiled. This was indeed reality.

The spell shattered as Ora-san unexpectedly froze, his touch becoming stiff and rigid. Her brows pinched in confusion and she called out to him softly, his name trickling off her lips.

His body only stiffened further and his long fingers twitched slightly causing him to release her from his tender hold. Suddenly he curled on himself, his back bending forward and a hand firmly pressing into his chest out of discomfort.

Confusion aside, she was now filled with intense concern for him and rushed to his side. Unsure of what she could do for her dear friend she simply ran her down the length of spine and carefully gripped onto his forearm.

“Ora-san? Are you alright?!” She fretted over him. She noticed how horribly he was shaking and gasped worriedly. “I’ll-” she bit her lip, “I’ll get you a blanket!”

Before she could even take a step away from him, his quivering hand held onto hers securely but not painfully.

She paused before speaking again, “Ora-san..?”

He angled his neck to look at her, his expression not one of pain as she would have expected, but one of worry and even panic. His eyes met hers once more and the concern within her grew even stronger. “Ora-san? I-I..!” She tripped over her words, doubtful as to what she could do to care for him.

Suddenly, his grip on her hand tightened and she rushed upwards from his crippled position. He dragged her to the living room while she frenzied questions fell on deaf ears.

As quick as he grabbed her hand, he let go of it. He rushed over to where her coat hang and snatched it, picking up her snow boots in the process.

With feverish haste he returned to her, shoving the articles of clothing into her arms. She resisted and continued questioning him but he only urged her further. With no other choice she obeyed his silent pleas.

As soon as she finished buttoning her coat, Ora-san encased his hand with hers again. With a rough push of his unoccupied hand, the front door burst open and wave of cold air surrounded them.

“Outside? But you don’t have anything to keep you warm!” She protested with a shiver but Ora-san disregarded it and ventured out into the snow.

As they traveled further into the night, she had stopped asking Ora-san questions. She learned quickly that no matter how many times she asked “are you okay?” or “Ora-san what’s going on?” there would be no explanation. Occasionally he would turn his gaze to her for only a moment before returning in attention to the cold. He looked as if he was checking to see if she was still here which only worried her further. But in the time she knew Ora-san he had never put her in any danger in fact he saved her from danger multiple times. She trusted him with his methods but that still didn’t qualm her worries.

Abruptly they stopped, with her nearly colliding with his toned back. Dazed for only a moment, she took in her surroundings with a surprised gasp. Engulfing the two were an assortment of lights designed in many different and fabulous holiday patterns The intensity and colors of the lights made it seem like they were standing on the moon and the snow around them shimmering stars.

“This is,” she whispered breathlessly, “beautiful.”

Before she could absorb any more of the alluring scenery, Ora-san took both her hands within his. Knowing better than to question him, she simply waited for his next move. Luckily for her the wait was brief. Ora-san began to slowly and clumsily move her with him in some sort of pattern.

He guided her movement using his hands, maneuvering around the snow ridden bricks of the plaza. Removing one of his hands he spun her with great care and gradually she came to realize what he was doing.

The steps and motions they made were eerily similar to the skating performance she had mentioned to him before. Although their movements were slow and  a tad uncoordinated due to the lack of ice, there was no mistaking them.

The spins, the steps, she recognized them from her favorite skating performance. A performance she only dreamed of doing with someone special to her. And yet, here she was literally dancing the night away with Ora-san. To think that Ora-san remembered this performance despite only seeing it once warmed her heart and brought the need to cage the tears that threatened to fall.

Ora-san dicated her movements gliding her cover the paved ground and never keeping her too far from his reach. Their eyes remained locked together as the two performed their private routine and she felt as if she she was going to burst. She recalled all the movements and how they were used to portray the deep emotion the man and woman held for each other. Every motion in the performance had a meaning and right now the two of them were expressing these treasured emotions in a beautiful harmony.

The way a hand would appear to drift over a forearms symbolized their desire to care for one another.

Their fingers still remaining intertwined despite the growing space between them as they moved was their dedication to each other.

Palms pressed together tightly before drifting apart was the promise to forever remember each other.

Firm hands held onto her waist tightly as the final declaration swiftly approached. She held her breath as she felt her feet leave the ground.

The lights whizzed by, leaving flashing residue in her gaze. She felt weightless, so much so she could be carried off by the wind and lost somewhere in the cold. And still hands caught her seemingly weightless form. Brought back down to the earth she was surrounded by thick arms that protected her from flying away. A large hand compassionately captured the side of her cheek.

The final declaration between the pair was the confession of-

Love. The word brushed through her mind as their routine came to an end and she finally understood why he had taken her out her in the cold. It was not just a simple dance. It was a confession. A confession of love.

The only method he was familiar with and he performed it perfectly. She felt so happy, the warmth that filled her body suddenly spilling out. She put up no resistance, becoming completely consumed by the addicting warmth that tingled her skin.

Despite the freezing weather she only felt warm. A look familiar to the one earlier covered Ora-san’s face. Yet, it was not the same, encompassing a pure and refined passion.

The gaze of a lover.

Without another word, she brought her gloved hand on top of his. “Oh Ora-san,” her lip quivered, “I’m so happy. You’ve made me so happy.” her voice softly cracked as tears brimmed in her eyes.

With the utmost gentleness, Ora-san brought his free hand to her eyes and pushed the tears softly away.

Smiling and gripping onto his hand tighter she tried to speak again. Her voice, however, was lost-only letting the softest joyful whimper escape from the confines of her throat.

Ora-san blinked slowly and brought his face closer to hers and this time there was no question in her if this was real or not. The gentle stroke of his thumb against her cheek was the only answer she would ever need.

Her watering eyes fell shut without a worry or care in the world. And then she felt it, the light and feathery pressure against her lips.

It was soft. It was loving. It was perfect.

Bliss erupted from within her and that weightless feeling returned and, as if Ora-san knew, he held onto her tightly. The pressure on her lips was unbelievably tender, nearly undetectable. A ghost of kiss. But she would not have wanted it any other way.

Pulling away slightly she looked up to him but was not met with the gaze she expected. His brow furrowed together, eyes shining with longingness and regret and lips that curled downward into a sorrowful frown.

Her lips parted in question and she placed her lips on his once more. He hummed against her lips eager to stay there, but he withdrew his expression the same.

“Ora..san?” She whispered questioningly.

Slowly almost regrettably, his eyes gestured to the hand that held her cheek. She followed his gaze but wished she hadn’t. The hand that so tenderly cupped her cheek was no longer solid-it was transparent and slowly fading away.

Her eyes shot wide and took a sharp intake of breath. “That’s..!” She looked back to Ora-san who only continued to look at her with sorrowful desperation. Hands clinging desperately to large shoulders she nearly choked, “You can’t! That’s not fair! Not after this!”

Ora-san winced at her shaky voice and moved his hand to caress her cheek and comfort her. But he was unable to, they were already gone. As she saw this she closed her eyes and pressed herself against his fading chest.

“I’ll never forget you Ora-san! Never! I promise I promise!” She declared pushing back tears, “There’s still so much I wanted to tell you-to show you! Wherever you’re going, please be safe and above all,” she bit her lip, “be happy!”

He listened to her plea as his body faded away into the cold but before he completely disappearing he felt something warm and foreign fall from his eye.

Feeling something wet pat against her hair she looked up, but was only met with the star filled sky. Her arms crossed and hugging the air, she stood there wide eyed. And then the cold of the air hit her. She crumbled down to her knees, the cold bricks cutting through the fabric of her pants and grazing her skin.

For the first time, she wished this was a dream that she’d wake up from in her bed with Ora-san waiting for her in the living room. But it wasn’t. There was no dream only the harsh reality and Ora-san was gone.

A hand came over her trembling lips as she kneeled defeated in the cold. She should have seen this coming. She knew Ora-san could not stay with her forever. Yet, she never expected it to be so hard. To be so utterly heart breaking.

Shakily she rose to her feet, her gaze kept to the floor. She hesitated to leave, foolishly believing if she waited long enough he would reappear. She was smart enough to know the truth. Ora-san was not coming back.

Walking back in the numbing cold, she kept herself trapped in thought.

Ora-san...I wish you could have stayed longer. But you needed to move on..

She hadn’t even noticed the snow had gracefully began to fall, cascading around her like a halo.

It would have been selfish of me to keep you here…

Recalling how she thought Ora-san needed to experience understanding of people to move on, she made an adjustment to that thought.

Even though I miss you, I’m glad.

That wasn’t the case as she previously believed.

Glad you chose me.

He didn’t need understanding.

Thank you Ora-san-

He needed something far more important.

For letting me help you find your rest.

With that final thought she looked up to the eyes admiring how bright the star were before shutting her eyes and letting the snow gently kiss her face. She may not have Ora-san with her any longer but she would always have the memory and she would cherish that above everything else.

Boom!

She collided with solid and rather large surface. Tripping back she mumbled as she rubbed her nose in pain.

“Watch where the hell you’re going.” A harsh and gruff commanded rather blankly.

“Ah sorry sorry! I wasn’t-” she stopped when her eyes met a man roughly her age. His body was angled slightly away from hers so it was difficult to fully view him. He was well built but his attire was strange to say the least especially for this weather. A dark school uniform with an odd thick gold chain piercing the stiff collar and a long scarf . A cap rested on his head barely holding back dark wild hair. His strong jaw held lips pursed into a frown and bold eyebrows that were furrowed in what seemed like permanent annoyance. Though the most prominent feature of his was his eyes. Eyes that looked like they held the ocean. Eyes one would swim in if they could.

“Yare Yare..get out of-” He paused upon turning fully to scold her. Ocean like eyes widening ever so subtly as they met hers.

He was very intimidating that was for sure, his features giving off a dangerous vibe but there was something about his eyes that seemed so familiar and by the looks of it, he was feeling the same.

This man who stood before seemed to be surrounded by a thick cloud with jagged edges but deep in the center was a light filling. She could not describe what she saw or if it was even real. But she got a strange impression from him that she could not shake.

His brow shifted into an expression she could not read, “You..” he coughed and tipped his head.

“Huh?” She questioned before suddenly feeling a bitter chill against her cheeks that seemed worse than the cold engulfing her body. Carefully she brought her gloved fingers to her cheeks and examined them. She now knew the answer as to why her cheeks seemed bitterly cold.

She was crying. Tears were streaming down her cheeks like a flowing river and she hadn’t even noticed it.

“Ah..aha..!” she laughed awkwardly while rubbing her eyes with the sleeves of her coat, “This weather is really something huh? Making my eyes water like that..” She tried to recover with a stiff laugh.

The man before her still looked to her with an expression she could not decipher, his eyes holding some perplexing mixture of sympathy and conflict. Silence enclosed the two as they held each other’s gazes, seemingly trying to decipher each other.  

“Would you,” she spoke up as soft as the snow fell, “want to get..some..coffee?” She found herself asking. As soon as the question had passed through her lips her eyes widened and wondered why in the world she would ask that.

The scowl on his lips grew impossibly wider, “Tch,” he scrunched his nose, “We don’t even know each other’s names and you’re asking me to get coffee?” His tone was harsh and borderline cruel.

She tightened her shoulders and looked down in embarrassment. Closing her eyes and taking a silent breath through her nose, she picked up her head and smiled. “You’re right that was really silly of  me. I’ll get out of your way now. Sorry about all the trouble I caused you sir.”

With that she sidestepped out of his path and continued on her way with almost a nagging feeling to look back at the man one more time.

Yet she did not need to give into her temptation as heels clicked against the pavement next to her. She turned her attention and was heavily surprised to see the man walking next to her. Her expression dazed and eyes blinking in confusion she stared at him.

His eyes were closed as he walked next to her and his expression stoic and apathetic.

“Kujo Jotaro.” He huffed out suddenly with a thick cloud of breath .

“I’m sorry?” She questioned meekly.

His eye cracked open and and he looked to her from the side. “Yare yare daze...My name. You need to know it if we’re getting coffee. Are you daft?” He grumbled out.

“O-Oh!” she responded blankly at first but composed herself, “Well in that case, my name’s-”

And she felt warm once more.