Title: Cold Winter's Day
Fandom: Tales of Vesperia
Characters: Flynn, Yuri
Pairings: Fluri
Warnings: Yaoi, character death, angst
A/N: this was a prompt and I'm sorry I had to take it I'm sorry please don't die I mean
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The crunching of snow was the only sound that rang out, other than the distant whistle of wind and the morning bird's songs. A pleasant scene, with the pure snow stretching on. A young man, with short, messy yellow-blond hair, walked, a tan cloak draped around him and carrying something in his hand. Flowers.
He walked quietly, a sad smile painted on his face. His blue eyes reflected the smile. Other than the cold snow breaking away with his every footstep, he was not heard. He listened to the singing of the birds. He knew where he was going; he felt like he'd been here a thousand times before. He almost had.
No one interrupted him; this path was less traveled, notably. Even the snow from the previous day had been left unmarred. Now, however, flakes gently floated down. Some caught on the young man's coat and scarf, others in his hair. He turned, paying no mind to the flurries.
Stones were lined up around; graves. Inscriptions of the dead's names, young and old, were written on the silver stones. His walk through the graveyard was brief, but it felt like every second was a century. He would never get used to coming this way, even if he came a million more times.
Finally he reached his destination, kneeling in front of it, before getting on both his knees. His eyes closed for a moment, as if thinking what to say. Then he did, in fact, speak.
"....Hey, Yuri," he said quietly. "Flynn's here. Again. Bet you're tired of seeing me, aren't you?" He spoke as if Yuri could hear him; as if his dark-haired friend was right in front of him.
"I got you some flowers today. Your favorite, too. You remember, those ones that used to grow around that pond we'd go around that was outside the barrier that monsters never came to?" He gave a dry laugh. "You loved those. You wouldn't ever admit it, though, even though I knew it." Another dry laugh sounded.
"I guess you could say I miss you, huh? Repede does, too. He's been really depressed since you left. I wish you could come back, but.... we both know that's impossible." A long silence ensued after this. Flynn couldn't bring himself to finish the one-sided conversation. He already felt tears in his eyes, grief welling up in his chest and tying a knot in his throat. "...Oh, yeah. I brought you something, Yuri."
He pulled out the long, thin object; Yuri's signature katana. The scabbard was gone; it had been missing, anyway. Gently, Flynn took it, sliding the thin blade into the ground a few inches. He didn't have to worry about the sword getting stolen; at least, people of Ilyccia honoured the dead. "It's your sword...."
Once more silence followed his words. The tears were threatening to fall, but he held them back. It took most of his might to do so. Finally, he looked down, closing his eyes. "........I really do miss you, Yuri. It's boring without you...here.." He didn't mean for his voice to crack on that last bit. He could practically hear Yuri's reply, even if it did not truly exist. 'Hey, idiot, don't cry over me, just 'cause I'm not around. You know that's not smart, of all people.'
A third dry laugh resounded. "....Sorry, Yuri. It's kind of hard not to grieve you. As annoying as you could be sometimes."
Flynn continued talking for a while. It could have been hours, it could have been minutes. Finally, however, he crossed his arms into the jacket, and stood up, taking a step back. Almost as soon as he did, though, another whistle of wind came, and the leafless branches above him trembled with the weight of the snow and the influence of the wind. Some of the powdery snow fell on top of Flynn's head, and around him. The blond blinked, glancing up briefly, but soon, his expression turned to a sad grin once more. Raising his arms, he began dusting off the snow. "...You got me again, you big idiot..." he mumbled sadly.
Finally, sending one last glance at the grave, he turned, beginning to walk out. "....See you, Yuri."
And with those three words, as he walked, the tears began to spill and he could not stop them.
