Here is my Christmas fic! Just got it done! Only took me an hour to write! (I wrote this as i was reading 'the night before christmas' so it took a little longer.)
Summary: Like a mother, I narrate the story, like children Bakura, Marik, Malik, and Ryou have their... commentary...
Enjoy!
Twas the Night before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…
"Oh, please tell me this isn't going to be another rhyming story. If this was written by Dr. Seuss I'm going to kill you!"
"Um… Bakura? Who are you talking to?"
"Shut up Ryou."
…As I was saying…
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicolas would soon be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads…
"Oh! I love this story! When I was little, my Mom used to read it to me every night until Christmas!" Ryou squealed.
"Ryou, it's a poem. How is it a story?" Malik asked.
"Oh, poems can be stories too!" the white haired Hikari explained. "In fact, I know a lot of…"
"Who really cares?" Marik shouted. The two Hikaris pouted.
Ahem…
And Mama in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap;
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon, on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of midday to objects below,
When what do my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick…
"I hate rhyming! It's so annoying!" Bakura yelled.
"Shush!" said Ryou, who was curled up under a blanket listening to the story. Malik was beside him under the blanket, but fast asleep, snoring loud and obnoxiously, and clutching his zombified teddy bear, which he was drooling on.
...More rapid than eagles his courses they came,
And he whistled and shouted, and called them by name;
'Now, Dasher! Now, Dasher! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now, dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!'
As dry leaves that before the hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky…
"That… made no sense… whatsoever." Marik stated.
"I still wish the rhyming would stop!" Bakura complained, placing his hands over his ears.
"You two are ruining the story!" Ryou cried.
… Sigh…
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew,
With a sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas, too.
And then, in a winkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof-
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedlar just opening his pack.
His eyes- how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
"Is this about over?" Bakura sounded bored.
"I hope so." Marik agreed, just as bored.
"Why?" Ryou whined. "I don't want it to be over!"
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath…
Bakura gasped. "He's smoking! Hey, Narrator-person-people-thingy! Shouldn't you rate this higher?"
"This is a children's story. So, why should he?" Marik retorted.
/I'm a girl/
"…Oh…"
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook, when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed, when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk.
"This rhyming is getting on my nerves!" Bakura roared.
"To me it's just the lack of blood and violence." Marik said.
"Should I say again? You're ruining it!" Ryou was on the verge of tears.
-Enter a loud Malik snore-
/Would you four just SHUT UP?/
The four quieted, even Malik's snoring.
/Thank you/
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drew out of sight,
'Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.'
"Finally it's over!" Bakura cheered.
Ryou, who was sitting up by now, began to cry. "But the mood was ruined! And I couldn't enjoy it because Bakura and Marik wouldn't shut up!" Malik snored. "Malik," Ryou gave the said blonde a nudge, "quit snoring."
"I hate Christmas stories! They're all boring! Not enough blood!" Marik complained.
"No more rhyming, no more rhyming!" Bakura sang.
/*sigh* … You guys are giving me a headache…/
So! How'd'ya like it! How was your Christmas?
Anyway, Merry Christmas!
Ryou/Bakura/Malik/Marik: And a Happy new year!