DTOTF: Hi! Sorry I'm updating this so late because this is a Christmas fic even though Christmas was, like, last month. Anyhow, I only own the way they look as humans in my fic and Cranky's siblings. Enjoy. Caoi!
Summary: It's Christmas time on Kongo Bongo and everyone in Cranky's portion is looking forward to hearing some carols only Cranky doesn't want to play a certain one--Carol Of The Bells. Upon having to explain to several people, reveals a specific part of his past that he never wanted to revisit again--the Christmas of the year his mother died. Will he be able to let go of the fact that the Carol Of The Bells was the last song his mother ever sang? Or will he be unable to let go of the horrific memory of the fact that he was only five years old when she died?
"Oh! Christmas time! My favorite time of the year!"
"Whaddaya mean, Wrinkly?"
It was a few days before Christmas and everyone was talking about their plans. Dixie and Diddy, like the other couples, were going spend Christmas together. Cranky, being the seductive bastard at Wrinkly that we all know he is in my fanfics, thought it'd be an 'impressive' idea to just light up some candles and play some carols--but not the Ukrainian Bell Carol.
"I still don't understand why you said you weren't going to play Ukrainian Bell Carol?" Diddy said.
Just the name of it made Wrinkly's ears perk up.
"The Ukrainian Bell Carol?!" she said, her voice higher than usual with excitement.
"That's why," Cranky told Diddy. "You may want to cover your ears."
"Why?"
Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells, all seem say, "Throw cares away." Christmas is here, bringing good cheer to young and old meek and the bold. "Ding dong ding dong." That is their song with joyful ring. One seems to hear words of good cheer from everywhere filling the air. Oh, how they pound raising the sound o'er hill and dale telling their tale. Gaily they ring while people sing songs of good cheer. Christmas is here.
"That's why," Cranky repeated, clamping a hand over Wrinkly's mouth to stop that 'merry merry merry merry Christmas' lyric to pop out.
"Ah," Diddy said, wondering as to how high Wrinkly's voice could actually go and if she was even able to breathe throughout the song. "I understand."
"If I let go, do you promise to not sing that song until December twenty-sixth?" Wrinkly nodded and Cranky let go.
"I can't help it, Cranky!" she said. "It's a beautiful and majestic melody! How can you not like it?"
"There's just one lyric in there that I can't stand!"
"What lyric is that?" Diddy asked. Cranky looked at Wrinkly as though trying to say, 'Sing the lyric'.
"Sorry, Cra," Wrinkly said. "I can't sing the Ukrainian Bell Carol again until the twenty-sixth. Don't you even remember?" she added skeptically. Cranky grumbled under his breath as though he were in fact stupid enough to not remember a promise he had someone make.
He opened his mouth to sing the lyric he hated in his usual Dr. Teeth-styled tone but Wrinkly placed a hand over his mouth, an evil look in her eye telling him to sing it in the same beautiful and majestical harmony/melody. Grumbling underneath his breath again, he then did it correctly:
Ding dong ding dong
"You're kidding me right?" Diddy snickered after atleast three minutes of silence and Cranky grumbling swear words under his breath. "The sound of bells? That's what lyric you hate? But the sound bells make are just as beautiful and majestic as the Ukrainian Bell Carol!"
"What, are you turnin' sissy on me?" Cranky asked skeptically, glowering at him anime-styled.
"No. But why do you hate this song?" Cranky sighed again.
"Well, it started when I was five..."
Flashback
Hark how the bells, sweet silver bells, all seem say, "Throw cares away." Christmas is here, bringing good cheer to young and old meek and the bold. "Ding dong ding dong." That is their song with joyful ring. One seems to hear words of good cheer from everywhere filling the air. Oh, how they pound raising the sound o'er hill and dale telling their tale. Gaily they ring while people sing songs of good cheer. Christmas is here.
"Mother? What is that song?"
"That is the Ukrainian Bell Carol, Sr." The young boy with ink-black hair smiled.
"Ukrainian Bell Carol..." He looked up at her. "It's beautiful."
Then, there was a loud explosion. The boy and his three siblings were blown back, and so was their mother. When the kids woke up, they saw that their mother was on the ground.
Not moving.
Not breathing.
End flashback
"Since then, I have never been able to stand that song without thinking of my mother!" Cranky yelled, wiping away the tears in his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt. "But the one thing I hate even more about that song is the sound of bells at the end! That gets me the most upset!"
"Why?" Dixie asked. Cranky sighed.
"You all don't know this," he said. "But I have three siblings. The younger two are twins, born about ten minutes apart. The twins are Hikari and Hikaru, in that age order from oldest twin to youngest. My sister Bell is inbetween me and Hikari. I am the oldest out of the four of us. When the explosion that killed our mother occured, when my sister was three, Bell wound up losing the will to speak. The reason we called her Bell was because her voice was much like the ringing of bells, especially when she was mad at me." Cranky smiled a little, remembering. "Bell was just her nickname. Her real name is Mary Isabell Kong, just like mine is actually Donkey Kong Sr."
"It is?" Diddy and Dixie said in disbelief.
"Yes. Why else would me and Wrinkly yell out, 'Donkey Hanue Romani Asvyen Kong Jr.' instead of just 'Donkey Kong' when DK had done something incredibley stupid? Anyhow, we're getting off task."
"No, no. We got the point," Dixie lied.
