The Wind

It really was high up here. The snow fell delicately onto the window sills, as he peered out from the tower. He liked it. He actually felt happy here. His worries were blown away with the tumbling winds. It wasn't too white, or too dark here either. It was soothing.

The towers were made of rock, and there were few openings as windows. It might've been freezing cold up high there, but they might've been part of the reason why he felt so calm there. He had also donned a warm jacket before coming up here as well.

Snow was bliss, the cold tickled him, affecting his mind, as if distracting him. At this moment in time, he liked it, very much so.

Why? He didn't have to think.

He was snapped out of his reverie by the whistling. In a daze, he had missed the older male, who was sitting at the edge of the wall just several feet from him. Scrutinizing the new presence slowly, his eyes wandered back towards the view out the window, and tried to ignore the dark tone that was nipping at the edge of his consciousness.

Squinting down towards the snow that covered the entire campus, he blinked, the brightness getting to him. Maybe it would've been better if he would just stare at the sky which was of a darker white.

Haku shook his head to attempt to erase the tune from his head. No, it was hard to ignore, even harder to pretend the source wasn't existing, as the red head was even smirking at the sound. Who could be happy about that?

"Why do you like it?" he ventured suddenly, his almost unused voice slightly soft.

"Oh." People can like what he hates, everyone has different tastes, he noted. But, still. Who would like music that sent chills down his spine? "I'm not sure, I don't know a lot of music," he added timidly, and deciding not to stare any longer. He turned his head towards the window, and looked out at the vast expanse.

His latter statement affected him more strongly than the former. Having no responce he only shrugged, and after several seconds he asked, curious, "What's the FCC?"

"I am, I guess," he replied, quietly, letting the insult slide. Probably because he didn't know it was an insult. Or he didn't feel the need to retaliate. Either way, he continued to look down blankly, not feeling his stomach churning from his phobia of heights.

He closed his eyes and sighed, letting a great gust of air whip at him. The chilling atmosphere was a good therapy for his depression, but... There was always that, other person. He had a strange vibe about him that should've warned him.

"...You can censor music?"

Haku only strugged in response. He liked the view, asides from the fact that he hates heights. Good, he wasn't worth the effort; he wouldn't mess up in his defenses anyway, that's one thing he can do right. And little, well, he was always little.

He gazed outside, the wind seemed to beckon him to risk a flight. But he never did fly from such a high place since then. He had never trusted his fragile wings to support him, not in such dangerous gusts, and from so high up.