Horray for belated Christmas fics!
Actually i thought i uploaded it and whilst checking my inbox i wondered just out of the blue really, why i haven't gotten a reveiw for it... i hadn't uploaded it.
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That explains it. Either way this is a really short story i concocted while facing my enemy, writer's block. It's just as evil as Waldo... i could never find that son of a kuriboh...
Disclaimer! Yugioh Zexal is owned by TV Tokyo, and Shonen Jump.
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Real names used!
IV- Thomas
III- Mihael
Takes place in the orphanage.
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The Wishing Tree.
"Mihael, what are you drawing?" Thomas asked, the burgundy-blond peered at the piece of parchment with interest. "It's a Christmas tree!" Mihael replied happily, picking up a blue crayon and began scribbling something that slightly resembled a ... fish? "Uh, you said this was a tree?" The eldested looked doubtful, stiffening a laugh and snatched the drawing from his younger brother. "Is it mutatied?" The pink haired boy looked a cross between hurt and horrified. "No! It's a normal tree!" Taking the paper back, Mihael exchanged his blue crayon for one of a violet shade. Thomas rolled his crimson eyes before placing his hands on his hips. "Whatever you say..." Uncousiously he make his way to the window glancing down at the fallen snow. Outside it was beutiful in compairision to the bleak atomsphere of the orhanage.
"Do you think Santa will come this year?" At the age of seven the pinknette still believed in the jolly fat man but Thomas learned the that the existance of the paranormal was not possible at a young age. Thomas cracked a smile, breathing on the surface of the dirt stained glass before drawing a small star with his fingertip. "I'm sure he will." Mihael looked up eyes with glee. "Really?'
"Yeah, he'll bring us toys and candy." Of course the puppetmaster was lying through his teeth but since it brought a smile to his brother's face that was enough for him. The boy eagerly turned back to his errr- tree and hymned. "This is a wishing tree. It's like a christmas tree except all your wished come true." Thomas took a seat on the cold floor next to Mihael. "Anything else?" Mihael thought for a momment whilst tapping his lower lip with the coloring utencil. "Everyone is together, all the kids are with their mamas and papas." His smile put the Joker to shame. "Best of all-nothing bad will ever happen!"
That face... painted on like a rainbow in a clear blue sky...
A candle flickering in the darkness...
"Merry Christmad, Mihael." Thomas smiled, ruffling the boy's fambouant colored hair.
"You tee, brother!"
Ende.