Author's Note: Hey guys! Alexis here! Sooo this is not my account. This is an account me and my friend Jeanie are sharing (we both have separate accounts). We decided that in our free time we wanted to do fan fiction together, so this shall be our first one! I managed to finally finish the first chapter, and Jeanie shall be working on the second one. Mind you, we'll be flipping back and forth like a pattern with each chapter so you'll know whose is whose. Anyways, enjoy!

DISCLAIMERS: We do not own any of the characters. They belong to Square Enix.


"I've had just about enough!" Santa Claus slammed his hands down onto his desk, glaring at his son.

"You've done nothing but cause trouble in the other Holiday Realms, and what's worse is that I've gotten the most complaints from the people of Halloween Town about you!" Santa roared, almost loud enough for the elves in the toy room next door to hear. Vanitas just leaned back into the chair he was sitting in, rolling his apathetic eyes. "I don't see what the big deal is, dad."

Santa heavily sighed and rubbed his forehead, his blazing red cheeks returning to their natural rosy color. "The big deal is that recently you've been sneakin' around Halloween Town, along with Boogie's little brats who have no problem copying the things you do, which is disturbing the lives of the poor citizens. They're already troublesome enough, so they don't need you to be encouraging their bad behavior."

Vanitas let his body go limp on the back of the chair and stared up towards the ceiling, a gesture that showed he didn't care. "Boogie doesn't seem to care. In fact, he says that I'm teaching them well, whatever that means." Santa's irritation made him snap towards his son.

"It means that I don't want you near that monster or his children. That misfit of a family always has evil intentions." Santa paced back and forth around his study for a moment, then focused his attention back onto his son. "Look here, you. I've tried to make a more well behaved and respectable young man; but so as it seems, even I can't put an end to your mischievous behavior."

It was that statement that gave the jolly old man a brilliant idea.

"Wait here," Santa said, narrowing his eyes towards the ignorant teen as he walked over to his desk and dug out a set of keys from his coat pocket.

Vanitas suddenly realized that his father had some sort of intention, which made his stomach churn slightly. He knew that when his father had an idea that involved him in it, it was never good for Vanitas. Santa returned to the spot where he stood in front of the teenager, clutching onto his Naughty and Nice book.

"Maybe I can't change you, but it is possible that a certain boy can." The heavy man then started flipping through the pages of his book, stopping a finger on a name on a page as he cried out "Aha! There he is." Vanitas gave his father a suspicious glare, knowing that he didn't want to hear what the old man was going to say next.

"On Christmas Eve while I'm out delivering presents, I'm going to drop you off in the Land of Departure where you will learn to have a more pure heart. There is a boy named Ventus who lives there with his family, and he has been on my Nice list ever since he was a child. I'm hoping that if you live with him for a period of time, you will be a better person by then." Santa then just stood there, expecting his rebellious son to argue with him.

Vanitas however sat perfectly still. "So you expect some random family just to take me in with no explanation whatsoever?"

The large old man could hear the smirk in Vanitas' voice as he asked the question.

Santa visibly returned the smirk.

"I already have a solution for that. I will cast a magic spell on Ventus' family to make them think you're just a Christmas present that he got for Christmas," he said with a slightly devilish smile. For a very jolly man he sure did have some wickedness inside him.

Vanitas was now starting to see some his traits in his father.

The young man was sure that this was going to be the worst Christmas for him.


"Slow down, Namine. I want to hang some too." Ventus chuckled at the sight of his beloved little sister running excitedly towards the Christmas tree to hang some ornaments, helping her each time she almost tripped over the ones she kept dropping.

"Sorry big brother," Namine apologized, noticing the ornament that she held in her hand. "Oh! Big brother, this one's your favorite, isn't it?"

She held out a heart shaped ornament in front of him.

For a moment he sat there, admiring the ornament's blue jewels that sparkled all over the largesx and shiny silver heart. Ventus was never sure why he loved that ornament; it just appealed to him one day at the store when he was five, the same age as Namine.

He smiled and gladly took the ornament. "Thank you, Nami."

Nami was a random nickname Ventus gave his little sister one day by saying it out loud by accident. He remembered when his mother chuckled at the nickname, thinking that it was cute for her son to give such a cutesy nickname to his darling little sister. Ventus blushed at the memory, mostly because he thought it was cute too.

"Big brother?" Ventus instantly snapped out of his daydreaming. "Hm? What is it Namine?" he asked as he looked down at the little girl, who was looking back up at him with large ocean blue eyes.

"Mommy said it's time for dinner." The little golden-locked girl tugged on his shirt, trying to get him to go to the kitchen.

He smiled at her as he picked Namine up and headed straight for the kitchen where the delicious aroma of food was drifting from.

"Oh there you two are. Did you finish decorating the tree already?" The children's mother turned away from preparing dinner to give them a warm smile. "Dinner's just about ready. Ventus, you and Namine can sit over in those chairs."

The woman gestured her pointer finger at two empty chairs at one side of the kitchen table. It was a rather small and old wooden table, but for some reason they've kept it ever since Ventus was very young. The teenager proceeded to gently place his sister in the chair next to his, then sat down next to her. Namine sat perfectly still, looking over at her brother with strange curiosity.

It was a minute later that Ventus realized she was staring at him.

"Is there something on my face?" the blond asked with a chuckling smile.

Before the little girl could answer, their mother was setting the platters of food out on the table. Ventus took in the view of the delicious food-a mountain of mashed potatoes accompanied by a bowl of gravy, a small plate of cranberry sauce, a large bowl of stuffing filled to the top, and a large golden brown turkey as big as the eye could see. He usually doesn't care for this kind of dinner once Thanksgiving has passed, but he knew his mother was an amazing cook, so how could he resist?

"Hey mom. Is dad home yet?"

The woman looked up at her son. "Hm? Oh yes. He's upstairs freshening up." Ventus wouldn't call it freshening up, considering the fact that he was just only changing out of his uniform. "Ah. There you are honey."

The woman walked towards her husband to give him a quick peck on the lips, making Namine wrinkle her nose in disgust. The way her little nose did that made Ventus smile. He always loved how Namine made the most adorable gestures and facial expressions. "Well then," their mother said, "let's eat shall we?"


"Awww, but I don't wanna go to bed yet. I'm not tired." Namine whined and fussed as her mother tried to put her to bed.

The woman looked over towards her son as a signal for help. He smiled as he walked over to his sister's bedside.

He knelt down beside her and smiled sweetly. "Namine, if you don't go to bed, then how is Santa gonna come? The rule is that all the good children need to be asleep before he delivers the presents." Ventus spoke to her with the gentlest voice, hoping that she would give in.

After a moment she turned onto her side, making herself comfortable before she eventually closed her eyes and went to sleep.

"Goodnight, Nami," Ventus whispered as he kissed her on her forehead and quietly left the room, followed by his mother, shutting the door behind them.

Ventus sat on the couch in the living room, staring at the brightly lit Christmas tree.

His mind was drifting around his memories of Christmas from when he was little. He use to love waking up first thing in the morning to run excitedly downstairs and see all of the colorfully wrapped presents hidden under the tree. Although he is too old to believe in Santa Claus now, he's glad to have a little sister who does. Every year when he sees Namine's face when she opens her presents excitedly made him smile every time.

With a yawn, he decided to head straight upstairs and into bed.


"Mmm..."

Ventus slowly open his eyes halfway, thinking he heard a noise downstairs.

He looked over at his clock that read 2:05 a.m.

He rolled out of bed and stumbled over something that was laying on his floor, searching for some clothes to put on. He eventually found a pair of gray sweatpants and an orange hoodie that had some brand name printed across it. After slipping on the sweatpants and throwing the hoodie on, he headed straight downstairs to see if actually heard something or not. After reaching the bottom of the staircase, he looked around the living room, not seeing anything out of the ordinary.

He could've sworn he heard something, but it could've just been his imagination.

Ventus shook his head and turned to head up the stairs, until out of the corner of his eye he saw a dark shadow move under the Christmas tree.

He immediately searched for something to use as a weapon, but it was too dark to see anything. In a panic of searching, he tripped over his own feet and crashed onto the floor, make the silhouetted figure freeze. Ventus slowly lifted his head, noticing that the figure was not moving.

He scrambled up onto his feet, cautiously tiptoeing towards the Christmas tree.

He narrowed his eyes in confusion as he noticed that the thing that was causing all the noise was a boy, who appeared to be the same age as Ventus.

He tilted his head slightly, confused as to why the other teen wasn't moving.

Ventus started to blush a little when he realized that the boy was only wearing a dark crimson red fabric that appeared to be a blanket or something wrapped around the lower half of his body. The mysterious teen noticed that Ventus was staring at him and managed to sit upright. The blond could've sworn his heart skipped a beat when he got a better look at the other young man.

His hair was spiked a different way than Ventus', not to mention it was as dark as the midnight sky. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of yellow Ventus has ever seen.

The dark haired boy sat there with an annoyed look plastered on his face.

"What the hell are you looking at?" he said coldly.

Ventus tried to find the words to form a reply, but all he could come up with was "I-I'm Ventus. Who are you. Also, how did you get here?"

The dark haired boy stared back at the blond with an apathetic look on his face, then smiled just a little. "Crazy as it seems, I'm the son of the fat dude who comes once every year delivering presents."

Ventus didn't know what he was shocked about more-what he was hearing or the fact that there was a hot half naked teen sitting in his living room.

All he could think of was how this was going to be the best Christmas ever.