A Snowball's Chance by Creature of Shadow

A Snowball's Chance

Written for Tangerine Dream's Ultimate Fanfiction Tournament.

Prompt: Snow

Words:1907

Rating: T

A/N: Special thanks to Tangie for helping me figure out what else a snow ball could be called. And to my beta, who wishes to remain nameless. Luv you guys!

Kagome sat solemnly on a swing in the snow covered park by her grandfather's house. Every year for Christmas she came here. Every year she waited for what seemed an endless amount of time for Christmas to come. And every year she was sad to see it pass. So here she was yet again, moping outside in the cold.

She sighed. It was just so hard being an eight year old. Kagome had decided it was the grown-ups fault Christmas only came once a year. It really was unfair, adults could go out and buy whatever they wanted whenever they wanted. They all had kinds of money. Kids only got stuff twice a year though, birthday and Christmas. Maybe they just didn't understand how long the wait felt to kids like her.

Suddenly, a large snowball zoomed through the air and smacked Kagome right upside the head. A dazed look swept over her features as she fell from her swing and landed hard on her back. She stared at the sky, eyes wide for a moment trying to figure out what in the world had just happened while snow melted on her now wet face.

A giggle sounded not far from her prone position on the frozen ground, and Kagome narrowed her eyes, sitting up with a jerk. Her gaze stopped on a boy, probably around her own age, standing under the slide chuckling with a ready snowball in hand. He seemed to blend in with the wintery world, and Kagome could see no more than a vague outline.

“Hey you! What's the big idea? You can't just go around throwing snow at people you don't even know!” She yelled, getting to her feet while dusting herself off as best she could. “I mean really, that's just ru-”

Cut off by another spherical snow missile to the face, Kagome found herself back on the ground.

“Alright that's it!” she shouted, jumping up angrily with her own snowball in hand.

She spun around, snowball ready, but the boy was nowhere to be found. Kagome looked and looked, but to no avail. The villainous boy was gone.

*The day after Christmas, one year later*

Another Christmas come and gone. Kagome sighed, on her same swing, in the same park. Perhaps a quick day of Christmas cheer was a punishment of some sort, for bad things kids did when they thought no one knew about it. That had to be it! It was all Santa's fault, since he is the only one in the world that knows when you are naughty or nice! It all makes sense! So, if she behaved, even when no one was looking, maybe that would be enough to give her a couple more Christmas days throughout the year.

Nodding her head, she decided that's exactly what she was going to do. And first thing on her list of don'ts, was pouting outside. She leapt up from her swing and started walking back to her grandpa's house with a fierce determination shining in her sapphire eyes.

~ZING~ *SPLAT* ^CRASH^

Kagome found her face buried in the snow, remnants of a snowball caking the back of her head. Raising her body slowly out of the Kagome shaped hole, she looked around only to find the somewhat familiar outline of a boy standing not far off and laughing at her.

“It's you!” she accused, getting up and readying her snowball.

She took aim, and fired....and missed by a mile.

The mystery snow assaulter laughed louder and pelted her with one of his own. Once again, Kagome made a nine year old girl mold in a snow bank. With a scream of rage, she jumped up and began throwing snow widely in the general area where the boy had been standing, until she heard one make contact.

Giggling gleefully, she ran over to laugh in the snow menace's face, only to find her snowball sliding down the trunk of a tree. So, she stomped her feet and had a bit of a tantrum. He escaped again.

*The Day after Christmas, four years later*

'Darn him!' Kagome thought angrily as she trudged through the snow in the park.

The year after her last encounter with the rogue snowball guy, she had worked hard to improve her aim. She joined girls softball at her school and everything, and the little ice monster didn't show up! For three years she had been prepared to get her revenge, and for three years he had stood her up. She had out grown her conspiracy theories involving Christmas, but her thirst for vengeance on that rude boy only gotten worse.

'And he stopped coming! How could he?! Why would he?! He had such a good time tormenting me the first few times, one would think he would continue to try and do so. Gah! This is just so annoying!' she raged.

She should have expected it; of course, for the moment she let her guard down was the moment he had been waiting for. He attacked.

A rain of snowballs came down on the unsuspecting Kagome faster than any one person could throw them. He must have brought help.

“Cheater!” she shouted, hiding herself behind a tree and searching him out. The snow fall stopped, and she could see him clearly for the first time. He was cute, she had to admit. Waist length silver hair, pale smooth skin and piercing golden eyes.

'Golden eyes?!'

“You're a demon!” she cried, completely astounded.

“Hn.” he replied with a grin.

Kagome continued to stare at him, dumbfounded, when he took a step towards her.

She shook her head, coming out of her shocked state and glared at him. “Well what gives?”

He stopped and looked at her curiously, eyebrow raised in question.

“Where have you been? I've looked for you every year for the last three years and you never came!” she huffed.

He chuckled. “Missed having your face introduced to the snow did you?” he replied mockingly.

Spluttering, Kagome stooped down and grabbed a handful of snow. She threw it with a smirk, watching as it descended right towards him. At the last second, he blurred and reappeared a foot to the left.

“Demon.” was all he said before giving a quick wave and disappearing again.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Kagome screeched irately.

He had robbed her of her revenge once again. Kagome narrowed her eyes dangerously. It was time to get serious.

*The Day after Christmas, three years later*

Kagome stood behind a large oak in the center of the park, listening intently to her surroundings. The last three years of this perpetual seeming battle had been discouraging, to say the least, but she never gave up. One day, she would land a snowball right in between the eyes of Sesshomaru Taisho.

As it turned out, Sesshomaru's mother was Kagome’s grandfather's neighbor. He spent the holidays with his mom there, while the rest of his year was at his father's. He had been right next door all along.

She had thought to wage war on him there, but she had a feeling that would end badly. Probably resulting in her getting grounded, which was one of the three worst things in a sixteen year olds life. Pimples and unpopularity she had narrowly escaped, but grounding was something she hated. So, no fight in grandpa's front yard.

Still, every year they met at this park, on the same day, in the same place. And every year, he landed multiple ice filled projectiles of doom at her, while she had yet to even graze him once.

As if that weren't enough of a frustration, it seemed she had also developed a bit of a crush on the quiet young ice prince. Who could blame her really, he was bloody stunning. But given their situation, Kagome was less than pleased. It was a tragic love, she decided.

Kagome opened her eyes and glanced down at her watch. She had been here for an hour. Grumbling about rude icicle asses, she started back towards her grandfather's.

Ice cold hands gripped her neck, and Kagome turned around with a yelp, preparing her pepper-spray.

Sesshomaru stood before her, smirking at her reaction as if to say 'What, precisely, would that do to one such as I?'

“Where have you been you jerk? I've been here for an hour!” she grouched, reaching down for a handful of snow.

Sesshomaru blurred, and took her hands in one of his larger ones, bringing himself close enough she could feel his hot breath on her face.

The sensation caused the icy, ball shaped weaponry to fall from her hands.

“Miss me did you?” he purred, his face lowering.

“I-I-I-” Kagome stuttered, unable to continue as his lips descended onto hers.

Instinctively, she supposed, her eyes closed at the contact. Her body warmed as his body pressed tightly against hers, and her hands wrapped around his neck.

It was the most beautiful moment of her life, until a sudden chill ran down her back. In the next moment, she was standing alone, snow melting down her shirt.

“That motha-”

*The day after Christmas, two years later*

Kagome sat on her swing in the park, on the same day, at the same place, clutching a letter in her shaking hands.

Sesshomaru would not be coming this year.

When she had been seventeen, and he nineteen, Sesshomaru had asked Kagome to be his. She agreed whole heartedly, and the two wrote each daily via email, visiting when possible. A weekend at grandpa's, a day or two at mom's. They quickly fell in love, and decided they would mate when Kagome turned eighteen.

To get money for a ring, a house and a car, Sesshomaru had enlisted in the army. Kagome had been in tears when he told her, but he managed to convince her that it was the best and fastest way to earn the money they would need.

Six months later, he had been deployed.

Kagome was a wreck when they had found out. He had assured her nothing would happen to him, but the heart of a woman left behind enemy lines is constantly worrying, and eternally aching.

She had begun to adjust, as much as can be expected, but when December 26th rolled around, her chest constricted painfully.

So she sat in their park, on their day, on their time. She closed her teary eyes and hugged his last letter to her, wishing more than anything he was home.

A snowball smacked the side of her head, and Kagome jerked so fast she fell. Strong arms caught her before she landed flat on her bottom, and her tears turned to those of disbelieving joy.

“Sess-Sesshomaru?” she said softly, touching his face to reassure herself he was really there.

“Missed me did you?” he replied with a gentle smile.

She kissed him with a fervor as he stood her up. “How?”

“Mid-tour leave. You didn't think I'd miss nailing you with these circular torture devices did you?” he answered playfully using one of her terms for the dreaded snowball.

She laughed, and hugged him tight. He may have to leave her again for a time, but they had their day, and nothing could spoil that. Not even a handful of snow down the back of Sesshomaru's uniform as he held her could ruin it.

The End. Hope you enjoyed! Please take the time to read both mine, and my esteemed competitor Hairann's fic. Send a vote for which ever you like the most to Tangerine Dream's message box. Thanx! And don't forget to review! <3