Oh wow...it's another oneshot. A speculative, weird, just-got-the-inspiration-and-typed-it-out-in-an-hour, practically unedited oneshot. And it's early.

Wait...am I forgetting anything?

Right. The disclaimer.

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Sent: Thursday December 23, 6:49 P.M.

Dear Santa Claus,

I know that technically, we're supposed to send actual letters to you to tell you what we want for Christmas. But see, letters cost a lot to send all the way to the North Pole, what with stamps and international shipping and all, and it's kind of late (sorry about that) and well, I kindofslightlynotreally don't know your address anyway, so…

I found your email address on the Internet. Don't ask me where and how, because I forgot. Please don't sue me.

But everything today is modernized, right? And getting all those paper envelopes must be really tiring after all, 'cause you have to find places to file and store them all.

You don't mind, right?

So, on to what I want for Christmas:

…

…

…

Okay, so I don't know.

Don't get the wrong idea. I do want things for Christmas, just…I don't know exactly how to word this so that you'd understand.

See, I have a friend. Well, not really a friend since he's a part of me and I'm a part of him and we share the same body. He's like this separate person who gets passed down through every boy in the family and…

See what I mean by complicated?

His name is Dark. Not exactly what you'd call a normal name, but then again, he's not a normal person. He's tall, with violet hair and eyes and he has this…thing that makes everyone want to like him. Well, everyone except for his twin. But that's another story.

He's a thief, too. But he's a good thief. He steals artworks that are broken, or special, or messed up somehow, and seals them so they won't affect people's lives. Actually, he's an artwork himself, so technically, he lives forever, but only through the blood of my family. Every night (or almost every night) he sends out a warning notice to the police to tell them what he's stealing ad where and when, and then he does it.

The warning notice, in my opinion, isn't really needed, but hey—he's in charge when he's stealing things so…

I think what I'm trying to say is that he should be happy. I mean, he's popular, special, has an awesome job, has a pretty exciting life, and is (okay, I admit it) good-looking. He can fly (literally). He should be ecstatic.

But he's not. Or, at least, not anymore.

He pretty quiet now, depressed, almost. He doesn't tease me as much anymore, and he won't tell me anything about what's bothering him. I really worried because this isn't the kind of person he is.

Except I don't have the slightest idea what's wrong. For all I know, it could be some sort of flu going around. Or maybe his girlfriend dumped him. Or maybe he fell off a roof and Krad (his twin) was there to laugh at him. I don't know.

So, for Christmas, could you cheer him up? I don't know what's wrong with him, so I can't fix it, but maybe you can. Or you could, at least, give me a clue about what's wrong with him.

Please?

From, Daisuke Niwa.

P.S. Please don't think I'm crazy. 'Cause I'm not. Really.

Sent: Thursday December 23, 11:23

To Santa,

Look, don't think I'm being rude or anything, but the only reason I'm sending an email to Santa Claus is because this friend of mine, Daisuke Niwa, keeps nagging me about it. Personally, I don't think you're real anyway.

But hey, who else has an email as 'jolly_.com'? Who else would want to? Maybe you are real, and I haven't been getting any presents from you for the past…400 years because I don't believe in you. Not that I'm not old or anything.

Daisuke's been at it ever since I'd told him I've never celebrated Christmas (nagging, that is). Never got presents. Never sent cards. Never sang carols about jingling bells or whatever. You know, the whole schizam. It's not really such a big deal, since I only see few years each generation so I don't miss much anyway.

But apparently, to him, it's a huge deal. So now, he's doing all this stuff in an attempt to 'teach me Christmas', or whatever.

But…

Wait a sec.

Okay, he's asleep right now. Well, it has been a long night.

I guess I can tell you now, then.

See, it makes me guilty. His willingness to do stuff for me. (not in that way; what are you—perverted?) He's so nice, it's gonna come back and bite him in the butt some day.

I'm like a parasite. I run through Daisuke's family. For a few years in every guy in this family's life, I can take over their body. I don't look like them when I do that, of course, but it's essentially the same thing. I become 'me', only using their body to do so.

Of course, this all ends once they find a girl who accepts them as they are.

But for a while, I can run free in this world. I can do anything and, because I live inside them the rest of the time, I know most everything they know too. More, actually. You won't believe how forgetful these people are.

Yeah, I know. It's messed up.

But I'm a bad person, too. I steal bits and pieces of their lives in return for my freedom. A few hours here, a night there. I mess up their private lives and cause them pain. And they're stuck with me for however, long it takes for the person they love to love them back.

And here's the worst thing: I want to do it.

If it would get me a few hours of freedom, if it allows me to come out and get in the world if only for a while, I'll do it. I've been stuck here for years and years, waiting only for the moment I could escape.

How's that for cheesy?

But it's true. It's like that stupid bird your aunt owns. It's cooped up in a cage for most of its life, and it gets restless. Very restless. Then, the moment your aunt or your cousin or whoever forgets to properly close the cage, it bursts out and goes crazy. It acts crazy in the awesomeness of being able to be crazy. In the ability to do whatever it wants. It doesn't just have to watch from the back of someone's mind anymore.

Of course, that's just me (and the bird). I have a twin brother who's in exactly the same situation, but you don't see him going crazy (if you don't count trying to kill me and/or his host as being 'crazy'). But I kind of pity him, since he gets horrible, evil hosts anyway.

Back to hosts.

Daisuke's a really nice guy. Kind of soft, and naïve, but really nice. He doesn't deserve having some psychologically messed-up artwork taking over his body every night.

I tried telling him that once, and what does he say? "You're not messed up, Dark. I consider you a friend."

Excuse me while I break my ribs laughing.

And now, now, he's buying presents and going out on parties and doing all this stuff because he considers me a pitiful friend who's gotten the short end of the stick in life.

Look, I don't want to make him go through all this trouble. I never asked for it. I never wanted it.

I'll let you in on a little secret, Santa.

Come closer.

Closer.

Yeah. Stop there.

Now listen up.

I never like Christmas.

Yeah, you can stop gasping now. Don't want you fainting on me.

I never liked Christmas.

Why? Because it feels so fake.

I'm already acting the other 11 months of the year, trying to get my guilt complex under control and making everyone happy and making myself at least seem happy. Christmas, the time of year where it's all light and cheer and all that, is like the last straw for me.

Jeez. How hyper do you expect me to act?

But if I don't act, everyone will get all worried and distressed. Sure, I like attention, but I don't want to cause them more problems on top of the ones they already have.

I don't know what I am anymore. A parasite, an artwork, a friend, a brother, a thief, an enemy. Happy or sad or depressed or guilty or problematic or kind or charming or naughty or nice. I. Just. Don't. Know.

And I hate that I don't know. And I hate that I know that I don't know. And I can't make up my mind on who's actually underneath all the masks I've been wearing. I'm a little bit of everything right now.

And I think Daisuke's getting worried.

So, yeah. That's my problem.

Man, that was long. I tell Daisuke I'm just writing a couple short words to this Santa guy and what do I do? Pound out a whole essay. Gah.

So anyway, for Christmas, could you make Daisuke a little less nice (to say, people like moi). Someday, that caring will come back and bite him in the butt, big time. And I won't be around to help him back up.

I'll believe in you just this once.

Dark.

Now, here's the question: Do you want to to continue (and hopefully finish) this? I'll the the first to admit that this story is pretty rough, in terms of me thinking it through and OCCness and all. But do you want to read more of it? Right now, I'm not sure if I should even leave this thing on (maybe I should delete it and hope nobody notices anything).

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