Name & Meaning/Reason; Yuki (Japanese meaning happiness and snow.)
Short story/poem about a snowstorm; I am not much of a story teller, but I will try my best c:
A small bungalow fashioned of wood stood alone in the snow. The warmth of it's fire reaching as far as the front door, but no further. The torrents of a snowstorm raged around where the fire did not reach. The cold, icy air outside chilled even the bones of the hardest of creatures, but no cold could reach the lone women inside. She was an elderly women who had never known a warmth better than that of her old home. This was not due to her fire, however, but a deep feeling inside her, one that she always had when she opened her box. From it she produced a small snowflake, preserved in ice. This was more than a snowflake to the women. It was a sign of love and loss, a tale to be told to anyone who would listen, and one that I will tell to you.
She had first seen the covering of snowfall when she came to that very bungalow to mourn the loss of her grandfather. He had passed away when she was but a child, and she had never truly known him. She had heard her mother talk of the man in stories of her childhood, stories of his youthful happiness, though he was not young. From within their cosy home in Fiji she would often imagine what snow looked like, how it felt and what sounds it made. Every time her mother mentioned her grandfather, Yuki, she could not help but wish she had been in Alaska, to see what he saw and to do what he did.
Finally, she could see it. The crisp, white snow lay on the ground around her as she sped off on the train. O, how she longed to leave the train and touch it, hear it and answer all the questions she had about it. At every stop she pleaded with her mother to allow her to leave the train. "Just for one second" she would say, again and again. Her mother just ignored her though, as she was sad for the loss of her father.
Eventually, the time came for them to leave the train. Our young lady ran out as fast as she could, gloves on and scarf flailing in the chilly breeze. She leant down to pick up some snow when her mother grabbed her hand and told her to come. She did not want to leave without some snow so she picked some off a railing nearby. She clasped her hands tightly around it for she feared that she would loose it.
Soon enough they arrived at the bungalow in which they would be staying. Here, she had no fear of loosing what she had held onto for so long and so she released her hands and peeped inside. She could see nothing but water, trickling down her hand. Confused, she asked her mother what had happened. Her mother replied "nothing here lasts forever, my child". Our intrepid girl decided that she wanted some more snow, and soon. She grabbed her coat and ran out into the open space that surrounded her. Never before had she felt so free in her life. The ground seemed to stretch on forever, with only a white abyss and some spruce trees to be seen. She reached down and began to piece together what her mother had always told her about, a snowman. It is fair to say that the snowman she made was indeed beautiful for her first time.
She stared into the snowman's stone eyes. Such an absent expression could only be mimicked by death and it struck fear into her heart and so she lashed out at it, knocking it down to the ground in a pile of snow. When she looked back up from where her snowman know lay, she saw a young boy standing there. He looked at the snowman's remains and then back at her. "Wow, I've never seen a girl hit so hard before" he said, rather amused by her surprise and inability to reply to him. He continued to say "well, he's a gonner. But why, hmm?" Having recovered from the shock of his surprise arrival, she replied, "He.. was looking at me weirdly". "It can't be his fault, can it? You are the one who made him after all" Said the boy. "Here, I'll show ya how it's done" he said as he began to shovel snow into his hands and work it into a ball. He moved around like a true snowman craftsman, if there were any men of the sort, as he constructed one of the finest snowmen ever seen. "Not bad, huh?" he asked, enjoying the view of the spectacle that he had created. "it's amazing" said our little lady, bewildered by the splendid beauty of the craftsman's work. "I've done better, but, I like this one. What should we call him?" Asked the boy. "Is there any point?" Asked she. "well of course there is, silly! Would you want to be without a name? I bet it'd be annoying for anyone who knew ya." replied the boy. "How about Yuki then?" questioned the girl. "Hmm, that would be weird... Saying my own name to a sculpture would be like talking to myself" Replied the boy, who we now know to be Yuki. "Really, but that's my grandfathers name! I'm Zakiya, by the way" said our little Miss.
The two stood for a moment, without a thing to say until Yuki sat down, fashioned a ball from the snow surrounding him, and threw it towards Zakiya. "Hey! What was that for?" Yelled Zakiya, for she knew nothing about snow ball fights. "A snowball, you know, a ball of snow. It is often used as a toy here. We call these snowball fights. All you gotta do is hit me with some snowballs" Yuki explained, with his small mound of snowballs at the ready. Zakiya didn't see the point, but she grabbed some snow and copied his motions to form a tightly packed snowball, which she threw at Yuki. Seeing her enjoying herself on the attack, Yuki began using his snowballs and eventually a war broke out between them. This war lasted for the most part of the day and well into the evening. It had begun to get dark and the crispy white snow was glowing in the light of dusk.
As you could imagine, by this point her mother was beginning to worry about her daughter. The child who she had thought that she heard going to her room was no where to be seen. She leant out the door and called for her child. Zakiya heard her mothers calls and yelled back at the top of her lungs "I'm coming ma!" Zakiya stood up to go when Yuki called out "wait, look!" Zakiya looked where he was pointing and saw a small speck of white fall out of the sky. Her eyes lit up at the sight. It was snowing! For the first time ever she saw the dancing flake fall and land. It landed not on the ground, but in Yuki's hands. "No, wait! It will disappear if you do that!" she shouted at him. "O?" He replied as his hands shifted with the small flake inside. Zakiya stared helplessly at him, worried for the small thing. She knew that it was not alive, but it was so beautiful that she couldn't handle it being destroyed. Yuki looked up at her, pleased with what he had in his hands. He stood up and walked over to her. He held her hands, placing what he had made inside, and closed her hands. "Tomorrow I will be gone, and it is tomorrow that you must leave" he said. "It was great to know you, I only wish I could have sooner." he said to her as he backed away into the trees near to them, disappearing just as he had arrived.
Zakiya found herself alone and confused. Why would he just leave her like that? she wondered. It was true that she had to leave tomorrow after the funeral but they could at least play for a little while. At that moment her mother had arrived, taking her inside. "why did you run outside like that? Can you not see the storm?" Her mother yelled. Zakiya peered out the window to see that her mother was right, there was a storm, a snowstorm. After having been lectured by her mother about the dangers of such a fragile beauty as snow, Zakiya went straight to the room in which she was staying and sat on the bed, opening her hand to reveal what she held now. A small snowflake, preserved in ice.
Why does he always stay out of sight from humans? Yuki avoids humans due to their reckless behaviour with hot items. Honestly though, what did they need piping hot drinks and dangerous flasks for anyway? Especially around delicate ice and snow!
Why I want this Kit; I would like this Milky Way Kit as he is a handsome boy and I am a firm fan of winter. Also, it would be great to have a new creature to draw and take pride in, for he is a magnificent creature and I already have a few plans for art work involving him.
Still a W.I.P but here's a bit of art-
