Title: Snow and Ice

Author: Tezzino

Rating: PG-13

Characters/Pairing: Fubuki, Ryo

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! GX

Disclaimer: Nope, don't own. If I did, no straight guy would ever dare to read it.

AN: Set pre-series, during Fubuki and Ryos first year at Duel Academy.

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Ryo walked down the path leading to the lighthouse, looking for Fubuki.

Fubuki had been in school earlier, but had been missing during the last period.

'Where is the idiot now?' The first-year sighed, closing his eyes for a second.

His bright eyes snapped open suddenly, as he heard a muffled yelp.

He went down the path, padding through the deep snow, reaching a bit above his knees. The surface hadn't hardened yet, since it was newly fallen, so he couldn't walk on top of the snow, like he tended to do when the surface had hardened somewhat. He weren't that heavy, so it didn't have to be a thick surface to keep him up, if he walked carefully, not stomping.

Well, usually he didn't stomp at all, so it was quite alright.

Fubuki on the other hand... Ryo had told the brunette many times that he should be more careful, but Fubuki didn't seem to listen.

No, not at all. He just kept walking foreward, so often falling right through the snow, blaming Ryo for 'being too girly-weighted', Ryo merely huffing in reply, a small frown on his face.

When he reached the sorce of the sound, behind a big metaltank, he stopped dead, staring blankly at the sight before him.

Because, close to the tank, face a few millimeters from it, stood Fubuki.

With his tongue stuck to the tank.

"What... the hell.. are you doing?" Ryo asked, both annoyed and amused at the same time.

"Iff luffed hahy.." Fubuki whined.

"Tasty, huh? That isn't actually sugar, and you DID know that you get stuck if you lick on that, right?"

Fubuki nodded slowly. "Heaf helffe, Hyo."

Ryo sighed. "Sure..." He let the warmth from his hands melt the ice trapping the brunettes tongue. When Fubuki got his tongue away from the metal he glomped the navy-haired boy. "Thank you, Ryo!" he said, the consonantes coming out somewhat odd because his tongue had been glued to the tank for over an hour.

They landed in the snow, white masses raining down on them.

"Get off me, Fubuki." Ryo growled, shuddering as he felt cold snow directly on his back, as his uniformjacket had slid up a bit.

Fubuki pouted as he sat up, straddeling his best friend.

"Before that..." He pressed a quick yet deep kiss on Ryos lips, smiling widely as he stood up, reaching out a hand to help the other to his feet.

Ryo sneezed.

Fubuki laughed. Then he too sneezed.

"Aw, man. We'll both get colds if we don't get inside soon."

"Haven't you learned not to lick on things like that? Of course you'd get stuck."

"I do it every year."

Ryo stared at his classmate. "Then.. why do you keep doing it?"

"Cause.. It looks tasty..."

Ryo rolled his eyes. "You're more stupid than I give you credit for, Fubuki."

Fubuki swung his arm around Ryos shoulders. "Hey, that's not very nice! I'm Fubuking, y'know." He smiled, blinking with one eye seducively.

Ryo blushed. "As if that matters. You gave yourself that nickname. The nickname some of the girls gave you fits better. Bucky. Sounds like a horse."

"Well then, this is one sexy horse then."

Ryo sighed. "You're hopeless."

"He~y!" Fubuki whined.

OWARI