A/N: A bit of a departure from my usual inner senshi/shitennou fics, but this was written for a request for ChainedDove. Hotaru/Saffir one-shot, and the lyric "I will only complicate you. Trust in me and fall as well" comes from the song "Sober" by Tool.

Disclaimer: Blahditty blah blah. Guess what I don't own?

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The young man watches the girl from across the winter-frozen park, his eyes cold as the wind and smoky blue like a stormy sky.

It is one of those days that only the insane-- or the nerveless-- venture out. The north wind is a roar of icy deprecation in the mossy-green pines, and the snow falls in wet, chilly sheets.

He is positive that they are the only two people in the park today.

She's as beautiful as the day and twice as melancholy, a goddess of snow-pale face and solemn, smoke-purple eyes. In the bitter wind, her black cloak flutters, as does her blacker hair. It's hard to tell where one ends and the other begins.

The weakest and most powerful one of all, she shivers in the wind, but faces it still, arms spread wide as though to embrace the snow. The gesture is childlike, but her eyes belie that and her petite size.

She knows that he's there, of course. She also knows that he is watching her. This has become almost a ritual. It is never pre-arranged-- they are not friends nor should be-- but they seem to have an uncanny rapport and meet in this park coincidentally.

Today... today he decides he will speak to her for the first time.

"Salutations, my lady," he greets her, his words mockingly formal, like the faint bow he makes.

She inclines her head briefly in response and then turns her pale, rapt face back up towards the snow. The wind blows across her face, cutting like a knife, and he sees her fingers slowly but surely turning blue.

He steps forward and takes her cold hands in his surprisingly warmer ones, and slowly, she turns her face towards him. Her expression is one of dreamy detachment. He could watch her endlessly-- drown in her mysterious, inexorable beauty. Any other girl's face would be flushed and chapped from the unforgiving cold.

She does not retract her hands, but neither does she acknowledge that he is holding them.

"Are you sure you want to be doing that?" she breaks the silence almost dreamily.

"Yes," he gives her a mocking smile. "I know, I know... I am of the rebellion and the dark. We should not sully you holy ones with our touch."

"Hardly that," her smile widens, and ironically, it makes her look more edgy and dangerous than sweet and benevolent. Hers is an almost cynical, meditative smile-- certainly not the gracious beam of Serenity.

He decides to test what would happen if he were to be more audacious. Releasing her hands, he cups her cheeks instead, her raven hair swishing against the backs of his fingers. He matches her Mona Lisa smile with a feral one of his own and pulls close enough to drink the chill of her breath. "Then, my lady, do enlighten me on what I should anticipate."

"I will only complicate you,' she whispers, as though she were the darker and deadlier of the two of them, and strangely, it may be true. The senshi of Death and the strategist of the Dark Moon. What a pair they make. "Trust in me and fall as well," she says almost inaudibly, as though confessing a great secret.

But he's not scared of such idle, veiled threats and promises. "So noted... as long as you WILL complicate me," he says in a silkily sardonic tone. "I love a good mystery to undo."

And he knows, as he brushes his lips against hers and SHE initiates an actual kiss, however chill and chaste, that his statement was interpreted correctly, every bit as veiledly malevolent as hers.

He would be warier if it were any other way.