Disclamier: I do not own Saint Seiya nor its characters in any way, might they be major or minor. Only Arianne and Cora belong to me.

Time period: After Hell Is But A Passage, on a Christmas Eve in Sanctuary.

(Yes, I know… '-_- I haven't finished that fic yet… T.T Thus, I am deeply and badly spoiling… Although I'll try not to. XD Most of what I will unravel here will already have been discovered in the chapters already published of Hell Is But A Passage. And no, you don't need to have read my other fics to understand this one ;) Hope you will enjoy this small story for Christmas :D This will be merrier and funnier than Snow…. Less mellow ;) )

I will update soon for Hell Is But A Passage but I just needed to get this story out as I'm so much into the mood of Christmas this year :)

TO DRIVE THE COLD WINTER AWAY

CHAPTER I

Each year was the same. The cold would come creeping upon them at unawares, forcing them to close their doors at early hours, protecting their frail bodies with thicker layers of clothes. The air would become crisp and the moon and stars shine in a more special manner than they usually did during the summer days. If one looked closely enough, one could almost see beyond the Milky Way's white trail on the nights ruled by the dark new moon. Then the angel dust would come pouring from the sky and the glass of the windows cover with frost much to the children's delight. Ice would cover the lakes and rivers, inviting them to bring out their ice skates for a ride on its glassy surface. All suddenly became a fantasy of whites and diamonds of ice, both desolate and beautiful at the same time, leaving the trees bare of their foliage except for the proud pines and fir trees.

And yet, although whiteness seemed to cover all the world with silence and peace, lights would start to cover the city, songs would rise in the streets and people come out to greet each other: friends and old enemies alike, with tidings of joy and blessings for all. It was a time of merriment and joy. Ever green branches would come to decorate the pale white walls of the village houses, holly and mistletoe hanged at every house's ceiling.

It was a time when you could eat sweets without counting, the favorite time of the year for the chocolate makers and pastry chefs who made the most extraordinary cakes of the season, trying to surpass themselves every year. Chefs from every corner of the city would offer their best meals and dishes for each to smell and taste as men and women passed them by, crowding about the shops of good wine and delicacies while children came running about the toy shops, large smiles upon their faces.

Yes, each winter season was the same, marked by the merriment of the yearly festivities of Christmas and New Year, a time when all gathered around the fire and share stories of the past and future days. Even in the cold and desolated plains of Siberia, Camus had known what Christmas was like yet never admitted he actually enjoyed it. Christmas was a time for those who had a family and friends to share it with and he had neither. Christmas had closed its gates on his nose, leaving him outside, like the cold winds of the winter nights, alone with the snow and ice. The Prince of Winter as he had once been called. That was what he was. Winter… Driven away like the cold by the bared doors and windows, left outside, unwelcome in the cozy and warm atmosphere of the inside where gathered around the fire stood friends and family rejoicing and delighting in each other's presence.

Silently, the Aquarius saint made his way away from the village, not even gazing back at the city on his way to the twelve temples. Christmas would once again rhyme with loneliness and cold for him. There was no chances such a thing could change any time soon, not even with Shion throwing a party in the Pope's hall. It was all so artificial. So many of them were hardly friends at all; there was nothing natural in them gathering for such a special festivity. He even wondered if he would show himself there tonight. He had much rather stay in the company of his books, settled by the fire, content with his own company. Yes, surely this was what best suited him on a cold Christmas night, to remain alone by the fire in his books' company.

Mu had never truly known what Christmas was, having left Sanctuary when he was low of age for the high mountains of Tibet and the palace of Jamir. All he had learnt was that it was a religious festivity, something quite incompatible with their duty, given they were the saints of a pagan Goddess. Yet, he liked the mood and feeling of it, and he had been amongst the first of Sanctuary to decorate his temple with colored ornaments and garlands of light, much to Kiki's merriment. They had needed it, these lights and merriment, with all the tragedies they had gone through and would continue to go through.

With a genuine smile on his lips, the Aries saint climbed up the stairs, his arms full of a myriad of colored ornaments, tinsels and fairy lights, while Kiki came running behind him laughing heartily with many strange and glittering parcels in his arms. Kiki didn't know much about Christmas except the Santa Claus part and he found he actually liked the idea of having presents given by an old bearded man on the 25th of December every year. His master Mu had always done everything for this time of the year to be very special for him and he had always been thankful for it.

Mu only hoped to have enough time to make another excursion down in Athens with Aldebaran to choose a Christmas tree for the party in the Pope's Hall before the evening came. Truth was, he never could manage to do things before hand, it was always last minute preparations. Yes, even the great Aries Mu, repairer of cloths, was not capable of doing things in advance.

The Taurus Saint looked out by the door of his temple and a small smile began to graze his lips as a few snowflakes came tumbling down on his nose and eyelashes. What a wonderful surprise this was indeed! They would have snow on Christmas eve! A small laugh escaped his lips as he hurriedly slipped a winter coat on and a pair of boots before going down the stairs to Aries Temple for his meeting with Mu. He had already finished baking for the party's desert and hoped all his companions would be present for this time of rejoicing.

Yes, the tall and broad Taurus Aldebaran had always been fond of Christmas time. It reminded him of his childhood days when his master would decorate the house and invite friends over for the festivities. It had almost felt like a family. No wonder the Pope was throwing a party tonight; it was important for all of them to remember they were all a family now, no matter how different they were and what they had gone through in the past. Now was the time to forget the past and start anew. For what other reason would they have been granted a second life anyways? It seemed just so evident he guessed the evidence must have slipped away from most of his comrades. People used to too much thinking often forgot to see the most evident and important of things were sometimes just before their eyes.

On his way down the stairs he was met by a cold gust of wind and had to bring his arms closer to his body. Where was this wind coming from, he wondered, as he watched the snow twirling along with the wind about him. But his question was soon answered as he saw the Aquarius saint coming gloomily up the stairs in his direction.

"Camus?" he called out. "Merry Christmas!"

But the Aquarius Saint did not even give him a nod and for all answer simply passed him by, not even acknowledging his presence as he walked on. Aldebaran sighed as the air coming out of his mouth formed a small cloud. Suddenly all his hopes for a merry Christmas party seemed to have gone away along with the Saint of ice. His worries soon vanished though upon seeing a very excited Kiki come running towards him, Mu quietly striding behind his little apprentice, a warm smile upon his face.

"Aldebaran! Let us go get that Christmas tree! I'm so eager to go and decorate it in Shion's Hall!"

Aldebaran began to laugh and Mu watched as Kiki ran into the giant's embrace, the smile still on his lips. This was indeed one of the many reasons for which Christmas was important for him.

Since when had he begun to hate Christmas? Saga couldn't remember exactly, but he knew it had had something to do with Kanon. Somewhere in his memory he remembered being torn away from his brother on a winter's night, never to see him again until he had become a Saint and had finally gained the chance to wander to wherever he pleased. But he had not found Kanon as he had left him. His brother had become like a stranger to him, though he still remained his sibling none the less. It had been a terrible experience and again, it had been on a Christmas eve. He shivered slightly at the memory.

To be part of a party for Christmas frightened him to the bones, yet he couldn't help but being thrilled about it, seeing in it the chance to rebuild his bounds with his comrades and his brother. To never look back to the past was a lesson he had learned throughout all his trials. He knew the Gods would not have granted them another chance in life if it were to remain estranged from one another.

Absentmindedly, he lifted the sheet that covered the presents he had carefully chosen for each of his friends and comrades. For some, it had been quite trying as he barely knew what Mu or Dhoko's tastes could possibly be. But it had been worth the cost. He really wanted for this party to be memorable, it meant a great deal to him. After all, they were a family now, weren't they?

Kanon walked casually towards the exit of Gemini temple, passing in front of Saga's apartments in the process and he barely hid his smile upon seeing his twin counting the presents he had carefully hidden out of sight in his room. He shook his head in amusement and resumed his walk out of the temple. He knew this party surely meant a lot for Saga. After all, it was on a Christmas evening that everything had changed between them. Even after so many years, the souvenir of that Christmas night still lingered in his mind, as he had stood alone by the Christmas tree, abandoned next to a couple of presents. Sadness suddenly took over his heart, and it was with a brooding face that he finally ventured out in the open.

The snow came down upon his dark blue hair, but no soothing he found in the crystal flower's soft embrace. He watched as he noticed Camus' retreating back, walking back towards his own temple. Some others, he thought, seemed even more tortured inside then he and his brother were.

Suddenly, a small hand came to settle upon his shoulder as he turned around in surprise, not awaiting anyone's visit at such an hour, and found himself smiling at the newly arrived. Of course, even if all of his past lives had been dark and full of sufferings, it did not mean this new one had to be so as well. There were so many things to celebrate for and to be reunited again was one of them.

Arianne smiled at him as she tucked her arm under his own and laid her head on his forearm, contemplating silently the falling snowflakes across the twelve temples of Sanctuary.

"Ready for tonight?" she asked, her voice steady as usual, yet not cold.

"I am not sure", he begun, uncertain. "So many things have happened and brought us apart. To reconstruct our bonds of fellowship is important and at such a time of the year, even more so. It is just that…"

"You do not know if you will be accepted as one of them, am I right?"

Kanon remained silent but she had seen true in his heart's torment.

" Do not worry", she finally whispered, reassuringly, "all will be perfectly fine."

And her warm smile won him over as they silently continued to watch the snow continuing to fall from the sky, heavier and heavier.

He hated Christmas, he hated celebrations, he hated parties and he had no friends to call his own anyways. What purpose was there in throwing a party? He despised parties and all the things that came along with it. Drinks, dances, laughs, all the like… They were so annoying. No, it didn't mean he had no heart, he liked his fellow saints in his own special way, he simply never wanted to show it. He was Death Mask, come on! He was supposed to be ultimately scary and evil! Who would have taken him seriously if he had started telling people he cared for them? Wow! How wonderful! The great and terrifying Death Mask telling his friend he loves them! How spooky and scary!

No, really, this whole party business was not a good idea at all. How could they even dare invite him to such a thing? Dear goddess… What was up with all of them? He'd have rather remained dead and roam amidst the plains of Asphodel under Achilles' dark and somber rule rather than be invited to a Christmas party. Not that he didn't appreciate the offer, of course, it was just that… No, really, keeping up with that horrible nature everyone thought he had would be more than trying for a whole evening under the sign of brotherhood and merriment. And there were no chances for him revealing his true feelings to his companions, not even after having been revived.

He looked out the window and noticed a retreating figure which had almost reached the Scorpio Temple. Well, at least if he didn't go, he certainly wouldn't be the only one; he didn't know the Aquarius Saint that much but one thing was for sure, he doubted the man would be of the kind to take part in such festivities. That man was a loner, pretty much like him actually; although not for the same reasons. He sighed heavily and went to retreat to his room, wondering what was on T.V. tonight.

Aiolia swore amidst the pile of gift wrapping paper and colored ribbons around him. He was really no good at wrapping presents. All he had managed to do until now was a real carnage. His whole temple was total chaos! And now that he thought about it, he remembered having wrapped two bottles of perfume but not précising for whom each bottle was. There was no way Marin was going to like the latest Hugo Boss for men perfume and Aphrodite marvel at the sight of the latest Dior perfume. Dear Goddess! He would have to unwrap them and start all over again! Why was he so hopeless when it came to packing presents?

Suddenly he felt a presence in his temple and quickly ran out of his apartments, leaving all the mess behind him and couldn't help but smile upon the sight that greeted his eyes when he came out. The five bronze Saints were there, wearing twinkling Santa Claus hats and trying desperately to carry all the presents they had prepared for the occasion. The scene was so unexpected, he almost burst out laughing but managed to restrain himself just in time.

He had never done anything for Christmas since the death of his brother and being reunited with him again for Christmas was something truly special for him. He was a bit uneasy at the idea of sharing that special moment with all the other Saints when he had always been used to celebrating it with his brother only. Well… They had not been always alone for the celebrations. Sometimes his brother would have invited one of his companions, Camus, for example. He wondered if the Aquarius Saint remembered those days and found himself smiling sadly. There was so much he still needed to say to Camus… Mostly after all the things that had happened. It was strange how much he had wished at times to be as close to him as Milo was. Perhaps it was because he had had the opportunity to become friends with him in the past but never seized it when he had the chance; before darkness had had to engulf them all into lies.

Still watching as Hyoga hit Seiya hard on the top of his head for he did not catch which reason it was, he begun to think that gathering with all his comrades again for such a special occasion was not such a bad idea after all. He truly hoped Camus would come, and even Death Mask. These two loners needed to understand they were part of the family too! Although,… He had to admit… It was easier to think of Camus as family than Death Mask. But who knew how the crab truly was deep down inside? Maybe he still kept some surprises for them.

He smiled at the thought and seeing as the bronze saints had finally managed to make their way out of his temple, he went back to his gift wrapping carnage and pile of colored ribbons.

Shaka risked opening his eyes to slits as he heard some noise coming from his main hall. No wonder. It was the bronze saints of course. These kids really couldn't manage to be quiet. Only Ikki knew how to keep a certain countenance. Actually, it was even strange to imagine Cygnus Hyoga, who was perhaps one of the loudest from the little group, to be the former student of Aquarius Camus, the perhaps most silent Saint of all of them. Even he, Shaka, the man closest to God, was not as deadly silent. There had been times when Camus' cold demeanor and profound silence had actually set him astray. He had even found himself ill at ease in the Aquarius Saint's presence when they were younger. In those days, he had not been as serene as he was now. He had had much questionings in his mind as to what his purpose in this life exactly was. Now that he was whole again in this world, he found he actually enjoyed life in this world, amidst his brothers of arms even if he unfortunately could not count all of them as friends, having had but very little dealings with most of them.

Mu… Mu was someone he actually cared for, someone he felt close to, perhaps because his friend knew how to respect his silence and privacy, something the others had yet to cope with. And of course, there was Aiolia. He smiled as his thoughts wondered towards his fiery friend. Of course, he was not as close to Aiolia as he was with Mu but he was still someone he counted amongst his close friends. Perhaps because of all those long nights when Shaka had been the only one to remain by the Lion's side when everyone had forsaken him, believing his brother to be a traitor. Even he had believed Aiolos to be a damned traitor too, but he had been wise enough to make a difference between the two brothers. The foul actions of one did not mean the other would follow the same path as well. Each person was one and unique, no matter who his relations, might they be close or distant, might be.

The Virgo Saint finally sighed in relief as the last of the bronze saints finally left his temple. This party was starting to become truly troublesome. He had never celebrated Christmas in his whole life, and he felt quite uncertain yet to whether he should have gone or not. Indeed, to be with his comrades would be a great pleasure, but there were plenty of other occasions to do so. Why Christmas in particular, he wondered? What was so special about this time of year that even Aries Mu would decorate his temple and make his little apprentice believe a man named Santa Cloves or something would come down to visit him in the night and bring him presents? Why couldn't his friend have just offered the child a present when he felt the need to do so? And Aries Mu of all people!

He sighed again for the hundredth time this day and began to wonder if he would not indeed join the party. He needed to know what the others found in such festivities and now that he had less worries on his mind, he would perhaps be able to actually enjoy himself for once. He smiled amidst his contemplation and suddenly found the idea even more pleasant. Yes indeed, relaxing a bit surely wouldn't do him any harm...And finally he would understand what Christmas truly was all about.

"…Yes, Mu, I think that's a brilliant idea….... Yes of course, no problem, I'll come up a little bit earlier to help you set everything right for tonight…. Oh yes! I almost forgot! Tell Aldebaran not to forget the dishes I ordered at the French caterer. And no oysters! Geez! I can't stand those things. Wonder how anybody can manage to eat those…. Yeha, sure, see you tonight Mu! …………Thanks! Merry Christmas to the three of you as well!"

The Scorpio Saint finally hang up, laughing slightly in mirth, a Santa Claus hat tightly set on his head in a cocky way as he made way towards his dining room, checking that all the presents he had bought were gathered there.

It was not like he had often celebrated Christmas in his life, all he remembered about it was a fir tree standing in the corner of a large living room when he still lived in Tolo with his father and mother. How much he missed those days of bliss. It seemed suddenly as though a grey cloud had passed over his eyes and shrouded all the happiness away from them.

Yes… Christmas had always rhymed with his life before the Sanctuary. To celebrate it here now that they were all revived was something he truly found awkward, though he could not truly say the reason why. It had simply not felt right when Athena had announced the news to them, three weeks ago and yet, he had seen in it the opportunity to catch up with his companions, might they be his friends or not. Yes, even Death Mask was someone he was hoping to see. Though he hoped the crab wouldn't crash the party.

The presence of a cold cosmo made him turn around in surprise for he had not felt the presence of his friend before end as he usually did. It seemed as though Camus' aura had been dimmed for some unexplainable reason.

"Camus!" He exclaimed in relief. "I had not sensed you coming. What brings you hear at such an hour?"

The Aquarius Saint did not answer but simply gave a look of disdain at the pile of presents heaped upon Milo's dinning table.

"Don't tell me you're putting up with all of this," he said, bewildered.

"Why wouldn't I?" Milo asked, surprised by his friend's palpable disgust. "This is a special occasion, Camus. Everyone is going to be there and share the mood of Christmas together. Surely you must not be totally against it, are you?"

Camus simply huffed in annoyance and chose to exit the room.

"I will not be coming, Milo, my decision is set" he stated, flatly. "I do not want you to try enrolling me in such a fit of feigned brotherhood. I just wanted you to know that I do not wish to be disturbed tonight for any reason other than that of performing my duty."

"Camus! Come on! I mean… this is Christmas…"

"And? Just drop it Milo. I will not be coming."

There had been no shouts, no yells, not like in the days before the battle of sanctuary where he had thought about killing Camus right on the spot for what had happened between him and Cora, the one he had learned to see as his cousin; but the feeling and emotions inside of him were quite similar to those of these long past days non the less. Camus had been so cold, so uncaring upon pronouncing these words, it had truly broken something inside of him. He had looked forward to sharing this special moment with the one he saw as his best friend so much…

The bliss he had felt during Mu's phone call suddenly seemed to be long gone as the Scorpio Saint drew his hand over his head to remove the party hat. The Christmas Party no longer seemed as thrilling as it had first felt. Quietly, he sat aside a pair of presents and discarded them in an empty drawer under the table. There would be no use for them tonight.

A soft knock on the threshold of his door made him turn his head around in the opposite direction, meeting a pair of worried blue eyes.

"He said he would not be joining us, right?"

Milo could only nod for all answer as disappointment made its way across Hyoga's face.

"I really wish he would have come," he murmured, his throat tight. "There was so much I wanted to share with him."

" Me too, Hyoga, me too…."

Silence fell over the room and Hyoga finally chose to leave the Scorpio Saint alone to his brooding, returning to his impatient friends to share with them the sad news. Milo suddenly felt very tired, as if all his hopes of living a new and carefree life had suddenly vanished with the Aquarius Saint.

Aiolos had finally finished wrapping all of his presents and thought it was about time to go and meet Aiolia back in his temple. He hoped his little brother had not had too much problems with the gift wrapping. He knew his sibling was not really found of crafts and had never liked holding a pair of scissors in his hands. He chuckled at the thought and went to check if his clothes were not too crumpled, straightening them slightly before slipping a black coat on and a pair of gloves.

The snow had stopped falling by the time he crossed the door of his temple and was surprised to meet Camus on his way down.

"Camus!" He greeted the other warmly and the Aquarius found he could not deny the other Saint a little greeting.

"Aiolos" he murmured under his breath.

The older saint looked at him with concern and finally laid a comforting hand upon the other man's shoulder.

"Camus… Is there something wrong?"

"Nothing" he snapped back, freeing himself of the other's hold. "I'm fine Aiolos, I need no one's help. I…"

Aiolos waited expectedly for something to cross the Aquarius' mouth, his eyes suddenly widening in concern.

"I just want to be left alone is all," he finally managed to say. "Forgive me but… I won't be able to join you tonight. Give my greetings to Pope Shion and Athena but I cannot do this."

As the Aquarius left him, Aiolos thought he noticed a tear trickle down the other man's cheek and found his heart tightening at the sight. Oh Camus, he thought. Where has the little boy fond of my hot chocolates gone too?

But for all answer he only heard the whistling of the cold wind past his ears, and the merry laughter of the young bronze saints coming up the steps behind him.

Silently he resumed his walk back to Aiolia's den and made a small prayer on his way down for Camus. He truly hoped the young Saint would join them tonight, for he knew that if he did not, he would regret it more than anything. Somehow, he knew the Camus of today was not different from the one he had gone to fetch in the old orphanage with Shion; the little boy that had cried in the arms of his friend before departing to Greece; the one that enjoyed drinking hot chocolates in his Temple in Aiolia's company; the little boy that watched secretly over a fragile Milo in secret during the trainings.

As if answering his calls, the sky slowly grew clear and the Sagittarius Saint raised his head just in time to catch a shooting star in the cold night sky. He smiled warmly and knew, though he did not know how, that somehow, his prayers had been answered.

Shura looked down sadly from the steps of his temple as Aiolos ran down to meet up with his brother. However was he going to be able to stand in both of their company at such a festivity, he wondered? Christmas was of course the best time of the year to ask forgiveness and be forgiven but somehow, he feared he was not ready yet to face those he had deeply wounded in the past. Aiolos and his brother were truly kind and had already forgiven him upon their revival but he could not help feeling guilty about it, even after all these years.

Camus had already gone past him, strangely running up to his temple, something the Capricorn was not used to seeing the Aquarius do. He must have certainly been upset about something though what it was exactly he had no idea. He had already much to think about with his own problems before trying to understand that of his fellow saints.

He slowly went back inside his temple and began to ready himself for the party, combing his charcoal hair absentmindedly. May Athena make this party worth it, he thought, I really need to feel happiness again soar across my chest.

Aphrodite was surely not going to miss the occasion to party around with a bunch of people, may they be his close friends or not. After all, they were all brothers of arms weren't they? It was like a big family gathering even if they did not all go along well together; He personally did not have any hard feelings towards any of his companions, though he understood that some of them could hold a grudge against him; he had not always been a very reputable person, going all the way up to betraying his Goddess which he had sworn to protect.

Yet, the Pisces Saint knew these days were now in the past and a new life had been granted to them by the gods. He surely was not going to ruin this new chance on earth by quarrelling with his comrades and not healing the feud between them. True, they had all forgiven each other but they needed now to learn how to live together in true brotherhood.

He knew it would not be easy, starting with him in the first place. He was very picky on a lot of things but they would have to make do with his character, just like he would learn to compose with their own.

He smiled mischievously in the mirror once he had applied a small amount of gloss upon them. No, there was really no point in wasting his time here in his temple when he could enjoy himself in rather good company.

Up in the Pope's hall, Shion gazed in concern in the direction of the Aquarius temple, the only remaining temple at this hour which still had lights on in most of its rooms. He had never known much about Christmas itself but had always found the mood and feeling of it to be quite compelling and thus hoped to give a chance to all his fellows the chance to rejoice in each others' company around a good dinner and a merry celebration. Even the Cancer Saint seemed to have left his abode and that was no little thing, given how much the cancer Saint loathed such merry gatherings.

"worrying about the kid again, aren't you?"

Shion smiled sadly at his friend as he settled next to him, gazing out the window towards the twelve temples of Sanctuary.

"He is not Degel, Shion," the Libra Saint said, warmly.

"I know," Shion sighed in sorrow, "I know. But I cannot help wishing he would have come to join us. That would have been so much like Degel. Silent, yet present amongst his pairs, not missing one bit the merriment going on about him."

Dokoh laughed heartily at Shion's description of their lost comrade, yet sadness could be felt in his voice.

"I miss him," he finally said, "but I cannot afford to live in the past, and neither can you.

"I do not linger in the past, Dokoh, I only wonder…" Shion trailed on before finally choosing to close the window. "I just know that his absence will be noticed. He may not have realized it yet, but he is part of a family, just like we all are. There might be tensions, there might be arguments, but deep down, each of them truly cares about the other. They form a symbiosis and I am only the onlooker, like some sort of paternalistic figure."

He smiled wanly and Dokoh gave him a friendly slap in the back.

"Come on, Shion," he said, trying to brighten the mood in the process, "the kids have finished decorating your hall and Mu and Aldebaran have brought up the Christmas tree. You need to be there to set the fairy lights correctly."

The pope nodded in silence, the smile still set upon his face as he made way towards the main hall, silently wishing that this idea would not be his last for surely if it was a disaster, he would head back down to Cocytus without having the time to say goodbye to anyone.

In chapter II:

Will Camus finally decide to join the party? And if he does, what will trigger his choice in the end?

And what of Death Mask, is the cancer saint truly going to mingle in such a ridiculous party?

Aiolia's bad surprises…..

"I can't believe I actually mixed up you guys' presents," Aiolia cried out in sheer horror upon seeing Aphrodite's horrified face as he opened the present which was clearly not meant to be his.

Shaka finally understanding the meaning of Christmas?

"Mu…"

"Yes, shaka?" the Lilac haired saint asked, surprised to meet the buddah's two blue orbs, focused on him.

"I think I know now why you enjoy Christmas so much."

Kanon finally gets to see things in a brighter way than before.

"Merry Christmas, bro," said Saga with a sad smile on his lips. "I know it's not much but…"

Discover what will happen during the party tomorrow!!! :) Merry Christmas to all ^^