Not a creature was stirring…
Tyki sat on a couch in front of the fireplace reading his favorite novel, Road was in her room, Jasdero was sleeping in his room, Devit sat outside staring at the stars, and the Millennium Earl was making holiday akuma.
Thump thump!
Tyki looked up only to see a red blue dash down the hall and the jingling sound it left behind. He went back to his book.
Thump thump!
Road dropped the doll and went to see what was making that annoying noise. She opened the door only to hear a hearty laugh coming from around JasDevi's room. She slammed the door and went back to her dolls.
Ho-ho-ho!
Wiping the sleep out of his eyes, Jasdero hazily glanced around. He heard laughter outside his door and when he opened it a cheery, red-nosed, white bearded man stared at him. "DEVI'!" he screamed to his brother through their bond.
Devit awoke from his daze at his brother's call. As fast as he could he ran to his brother. "'Dero?" he called. His brother was nowhere in sight. Something quivered in the corner. "'Dero?" he hesitantly pulled away the covers…
"'Devi… 'Devi!" Jasero jumped onto his brother. "There's a fat man outside that door!" he yelped, motioning towards the door. They both got up and went to the door. They opened the door and saw the man again.
"Ho-ho-h-" he began.
"Blue bomb!" they shouted in unison.
"What is it?" Road inquired, crawling over the frozen man.
"Dunno." Devit replied.
"He is," and unidentified voice began, "Saint Nicholas. "
"Who?" the youth questioned.
"A man, who supposedly gives gifts to all the good little boys and girls on December 25, or Christmas. Hello, Millennium Earl." Tyki explained.
"I've never heard of him," Road stated.
"Neither have we," Devit and Jasdero agreed.
"Exactly," the Earl agreed. "Good little boys and girls. The question is, however, why is he here. "
An incoherent mumble escaped from the frozen man.
"You really should unfreeze him, Twins," Tyki suggested.
"Red bulle-"
"Let's just let him thaw. "
"I need to finish my deliveries! Let me go you hooligans," the fat man demanded.
"Where the fuck are our presents?" Devit spat.
"Only the good little kids get the presents. Kidnapping, torture, threats, lying, kicking down people's doors, and many more leave any of the Noah without presents."
"We should kill him, hehe," suggested Jadero.
Fear and anger crossed Saint Nicholas's face. If any people were to end Christmas and himself, it would be these people. He knew he would have to do something he hadn't done in years: magic. He wrinkled his nose and he was gone.
"Where the hell did he go? I wanted to kill 'im!" Devit yelled. Jasdero agreed, nodding his head and pouting.
"He used magic. He is Saint Nicholas. How else could he get around the world in one night? " the Earl further explained.
"I want gifts next year. Do you think we can get any in we even slightly behave?" Road though out loud.
Her response was not unexpected as everyone burst out in laughter and left in their separate ways.