25 Days of Ramen (A Noblesse fic)

Chapter 1: Mistletoe

Dec. 1st

This is the first chapter, written with the prompt below, enjoy! This starts in the perspective of an OC of mine. She's human, with blonde hair, green eyes, and she's about 15. Her name is Holly.

It took you forever to notice me... I wondered if I was invisible.

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The one thing I can count on is that the snow will fall in the winter. The white flakes will come down, in all their beautiful, holiday glory, and the people under the gray clouds have an attitude much merrier than the dark weather seems to. The ice rink opens, and young couples gather in crowds almost as big as the ones outside the toy and game shops.

It's beautiful, and everyone is happy. Normally, I would fall in this category, but after mother died... well nowadays, I can't be merry without ice skates on. I don't even attend school anymore, choosing instead to pace myself between skating and homeschooling myself. The rink is the only place I'm truly happy now.

That is, until I saw him.

He was walking to school, a week before it let out for winter break. The redhead and one with glasses next to him were rowdy and loud talking with the two girls next to them (one of whom I'm pretty sure is famous), but he seemed to ignore them in favor of walking quietly, taking in the slowly falling snow. He and his companion, a girl; probably his twin, were the only two not wearing coats, which was curious considering the almost negative temperature, but I quickly thrust this thought aside. His perfect white hair and suit blended in immaculately with the white background, the only thing truly visible of him was the blue undershirt and the streaks of black in his hair. His strides were bold, confident and graceful all in one, and I was immediately enthralled.

Elegant. That was the only word capable of describing him. I knew I could never be that capable and sure of myself. Maybe it was weird, and not possible in most people's eyes, but I believe that it was love at first sight.

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My love only grew whenever I saw him. I tried to keep my eyes from locking onto him, but they betrayed me every time. It didn't matter what I distracted myself with, tying my skate laces, doing pirouettes on the ice, or opening a textbook to catch up on procrastinated homework. Whenever I heard the crunching of ice and snow under heavy boots followed by the controlled stride of dress shoes and the loud laughter and conversation followed by serene, observant silence, I stopped what I was doing to look up.

One day, though, as the world may have it, I managed to fully embarrass myself on the ice, my only safe haven. In front of tons of people. And him. My lucky day.

I had been doing a particularly difficult pirouette and jump combination, and had taken off wrong. I knew from the start that my landing wasn't going to go well, but it was worse than that. It was atrocious, and once my skates hit the ice my right one went skittering out, throwing me way off balance. Arms wind milling, attempting to right myself, I went careening towards the snow-wall that protected the arched entrance to the rink, hitting it with both of my legs, and face planted straight into the snow.

I groaned and propped myself up on my elbows, attempting to brush the snow out of my eyes, silently cursing myself when I felt the cold wetness seep through my jeans and thin coat. I was not prepared for a dive into winter wonderland. Just as I was able to see again, I felt a warm hand grab my own, and an arm wrap around my waist. I was hauled up rather gracefully, actually, and smacked my thighs and abdomen to get rid of the still clinging crystals. Straightening my hat and scarf, a turned to my 'savior'.

"Hey, tha-" I stopped dead. It was him. My love. His perfection was standing over me, and a small smirk was planted on his face. I blushed furiously, hiding my face behind my blonde locks, attempting to find an easy way out of this awkward situation. Of all times to meet him face-to-face...

"It was the elegant thing to do. Any self respecting man would have helped you up." Except it was you. I'm so glad it was you.

"Well... thanks anyway..." After a moments consideration (It had to happen sometime might as well make the most of it) I stuck my hand out. "I'm Holly."

"Regis." His hand was warm, soft. I reluctantly pulled my hand back and turned back toward the ice.

"I'd better get back at it, I guess."

"You looked very graceful." I stopped.

"...Thank you." And then I smiled. Genuinely. The first real smile since mom had died. I faced the ice again, but before I had taken a step, a loud voice rang out, and I looked over my shoulder.

"You can't just leave like that!!" It was the loud redhead. I slid carefully over the snow (I was still in my skates) back to Regis, who was still standing in the entrance of the rink, although the redhead seemed to be distancing himself from the archway for some reason.

"And why is that Shinwoo?" His name is Shinwoo. Good to know.

"Because... well..." Shinwoo couldn't pause in his laughter long enough to answer. Even the two girls behind him could barely contain their giggling. However, Regis's twin (or something) seemed unamused. Maybe that was just her normal facial expression? Eventually, Shinwoo's friend in glasses stepped forward and wiped his teary eyes before finishing Shinwoo's sentence.

Shoving his glasses up his nose, the lenses glinted in the shiny snow. "Because you two are standing under the mistletoe."

Both of us slowly looked upwards, and my blush darkened even further than I though possible, until I thought that I probably looked like a tomato. Sure enough, the green leaves framed perfectly by little red berries hung suspended right above our heads. However, Regis looked more confused than anything. God even his facial expressions are elegant. Shinwoo's laughter seemed to double in intensity at Regis's unfamiliarity with the Christmas tradition.

"Oh right, Regis. I forgot you are a foreigner. I guess you aren't familiar with this." The nerd-looking kid looked up at Regis with a big grin on his face.

"...What is it exactly that I'm so unfamiliar with?"

The lenses glinted again, and underneath was a mischievous smirk, mirrored by Shinwoo.

"The tradition." The redhead hinted.

"Which is...?" Regis was getting impatient, and this was becoming more and more uncomfortable for me. Dying in a hole sounded great right about now.

Leaning in close, but far enough away from the mistletoe so as not to be forces into something that would be rather awkward, Shinwoo spoke very softly.

"You guys have gotta kiss."

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Sorry about the cliff hanger. I couldn't really find a better place to end this one unless I made it into a fricking novel. But I might do something else with it.

I don't know guys... should I do a sequel thing? I like the idea of continuing this, but I'm gonna use something along the lines of this storyline in another OC/Regis fic I'm working on. Hmm... decisions decisions. Comment, and review!! Its much appreciated.

Also, understand that if you guys ever want to use one if these ones shots as a prompt for one of your fics, feel free!! I just want a title so I can read it when you publish ('cause I need more obsessions), and credit for the prompt/chapter. That's it!! Thanks for reading!

Yours crazily,

ThePsychO