Merry Christmas everyone! Here's the first chapter of my Mistletoe Tales. It's basically a collection of one-shot Christmas stories for Yui with other bishies. Hope you enjoy reading! To those who are interested, here's a Christmas dare.

Dare: Think of a pairing and in 1,000-1,500 words, write a one-shot of them—with a mistletoe! Be as creative or mature or funny as you want, the mistletoe don't have to be the center of attention but it has to be in the scene. Now, let's squeeze those creative juices and write!

By the way, this is an outrageous pairing—something that will NEVER happen but something I've fantasized for awhile. Yaoi lovers will kill me for this, but hey, I'm just exploring. Do drop reviews!

Disclaimer: FY and JR do not belong to me.

Kissing the Devil

By Slavedriver2008

Hongou Yui has no idea when the feelings started. Her heart thumps wildly whenever he storms inside the room and flashes those angry looks around class. She gets nervous whenever he calls her name during roll calls and when their eyes meet, her whole body throbs with wonderful warmth. It's not an ordinary crush, she could tell. But two facts make her feelings somewhat illicit and disturbing: she's in a perfectly happy relationship and he was gay, or at least the rumor mongrels say so.

Yes, she's crushing on the devil—Japanese Literature's Kamijyou Hiroki.

Crushes are normal and Yui knows it is common for students to get attracted to an older more experienced professor. He, after all, exudes an aura of power inside the classroom, a place where he's always in control. But the devil, as what the student populace prefers to call Kamijyou-san, radiate not just power but everything negative—anger, pessimism, violence. He screams all the time during class hours and throws everything he could get his hands on.

But Yui has to hand it to him. At the age of 28, he has literary awards and an assistant professor stint under his belt. She never developed preferences for men who lean towards the artistic liberal side but she could not resist liking him. He simply takes her breath away whenever he swaggers through the board, writing down notes on literature.

The admiration began after Miaka had a brilliant idea: The brunette asked her to list down all the good qualities of this devil-like professor. She was angry at Kamijyou-san then for writing a lengthy and explicitly vulgar response to her first personal essay on her favorite Japanese author. Apparently, he hates the author and did not hesitate to give her a failing grade. In her 16 years of education, Yui never received an F. Angry, she spent two nights nagging to her bestfriend over the phone.

"Look on the bright side, Yui. He might be insecure or something to do such a thing. Why don't you list down his good qualities? He doesn't look so bad in the pictures, as a matter of fact, he looked quite hot—just your type of guy."

She did and the worst happened: She started to like him. In the past, she looks away whenever he flares up. But nowadays, she finds his tantrums quite cute. He's always expressive of his negative emotions that Yui sometimes wonder if he knows how to smile and crack jokes and laugh. It seems that his little screaming act was in itself his own jokes—and she quickly find it charming. She don't mind dating him—if only she's single and he's not her professor. She has to constantly remind herself those things. Cheating should be avoided. Period.

The bell rung at six in the evening and the students hurried to leave the room, eager to escape hell. Yui sighed and prepared her things. It was the last time she'll see him; next week will be exams week and after that, they won't cross paths again. He won't be in any of her subjects next term and the thought made her sad. Japanese Lit was very interesting with him around. She stood up and made her way toward the door. Yui glanced at the professor one last time and blushed at the surprisingly calm way Kamijyou-san shuffled through the papers on his desk. No one was around anymore. Like always, she was the last to leave the room.

"You didn't fall asleep in class today, Hongou-san," he said in a monotonous deep voice and Yui turned abruptly, flushed. She never thought he noticed. He usually throws whiteboard erasers to those who snooze in class. The professor looked at her from the side of his eyes and a mischievous smile spread on his lips. Yui's heart thumped loudly. Bless Seiryuu, Miaka was right, he was physically her type of guy. "Is my class too easy for you?"

Yui's eyes widened. "No, Kamijyou-sensei—I…" She bowed to him. "I'm sorry, I really am. It's just that—" Yui shook her head. "I'm sorry!"

The older man laughed. Yui abruptly looked up. He laughed. Her heart raced. He just smiled and laughed at her presence. Her cheeks burned; if he weren't gay, she'd really really date him, even if he's 10 years older. But then, the rumors about his preferences were never confirmed. Maybe he's not gay at all. Would gay professors flirt with female students? She highly doubts it.

"I never thought you'd concede so easily. I thought you'd throw a fight first. How disappointing," he said softly and then stood up, his dusty blonde hair moving wispily around his handsome angular face. "Anyway, if you perfect the final exams, you'll get an A in my class. Be sure to study well."

"An A?" She doesn't understand. He gave her an F once so how can she get an A? "It doesn't really matter, Kamijyou-sensei. You see, I'm not majoring in Japanese Literature. I'm only taking your class for load requirements. As long as I don't fail, there's no reason for me to worry." She smiled sweetly. "I don't think I'll get an A from you anyway, especially if it's an essay exam."

"How very arrogant. I guess medical students tend to be full of themselves, eh? After all, your kind studies the art of saving people's lives," he said smugly and Yui felt offended. He was back to being Kamijyou the devil, just when she was beginning to like the other one. Her hand clenched. "Awww…did I hit a sore spot? Come here and I'll lick the wound, crybaby."

"You're so annoying," she breathed out, not knowing what else to say. Damn, why did she even think he was cute and charming? Even if he was the professor, he was darn irritating. He walked toward her and Yui looked away when he stood in front of her, ferocious hazel eyes looking down as if measuring her.

"What do you think of me…Yui?" he asked and Yui stiffened. Her heart raced again; he called her by her first name. "Everyone say I'm Kamijyou the devil and that I'm gay. What do you think? Miyagi-sensei said I should ask my students." She stood silent, still looking down. "If you don't answer, I'll fail you completely."

"WHAT?" She looked up immediately and blushed when she realized they were both standing under the mistletoe. Kamijyou-san got curious and followed her line of sight. He made a sound and was crimson when he cleared his throat. "It's a Western custom, it doesn't always apply—"

"You haven't answered my question yet. Should I go ahead and fail you?" he warned and Yui looked down, face burning. Great, they were awkwardly standing underneath a mistletoe and he was asking her what she thinks of him. What should she say? "Well?"

"I…" Yui looked down, hiding her face. "Kamijyou-san… I… I like you…" she said, very softly.

"Like? What type of like?"

Her cheeks flushed more. "I don't want to answer that! Go figure it out for yourself! E-go-ist!" she screamed, face in a deeper shade of red. She looked away, regretting losing her cool. "I'm sorry I screamed…" she said half-heartedly.

"You're cute," he stated finally before he leaned down to capture her lips in a mild kiss. Her whole body stiffened and she stood wide-eyed when their lips parted. Her heart was beating wildly and her body was warm all over. "I've never kissed a girl before. Your lips are soft…" he muttered and before she could react, he quickly leaned down to kiss her again. It was no longer mild and safe. It was demanding and passionate and breathtaking—the way she always imagined his kisses to be like.

The mistletoe caught Yui's attention and it glistened one last time before her eyelids closed to savor the kiss of the devil.

A/N: Please do drop reviews! I'll post other stories when I get the time to write over the week. Btw, I think Kamijyou Hiro of Junjou Egoist is hot! I specially like his love story with Nowaki but I think his character is perfect for Yui too! But that's just me. Anyway, thanks for reading!