Happy Gobble Gobble day! I hope it was fun. If its not Thanksgiving by the time you are reading this...well, pretend it is.

This story will have four chapters. Four different family gatherings and four different endings. Obviously this chapter is of the Tenjo house. Should be interesting.

Let's get on with it before you lose interest. I do not own Yugioh Zexal (I wish :p)

Thanksgiving at the Tenjo house was well…let's just say that it was a bit awkward at the moment.

The Tenjo brothers and their father sat at the long table, food and all spread across the table. Hart looked around, a look of joy as he saw all of the delicious dishes being presented. He was most excited about the caramel apples that were for dessert. It wasn't very traditional, but, Kite knew that Hart loved caramel so he wanted to incorporate it somewhere.

Dr. Faker sat at the very end of the table, his sons sitting across from each other in the middle. He could feel the uncomfortable aura that his eldest son was producing, it was very unsettling but he just tried to ignore it.

"Man, everything here looks so delicious. When do we get to eat?" Hart beamed. He practically was drooling from excitement.

Dr. Faker smiled at his youngest son. "We'll eat as soon as we give thanks. It is tradition after all."

Hart smiled back before locking his fingers together and closing his eyes. "I'm thankful that all of us could sit at the table and celebrate such a wonderful holiday. I'm thankful that I was finally able to be released from both the barians control and Vetrix's. And I am also thankful for all of the good things too, like my big brother who never left my side and for caramel."

"You always mention caramel don't you?" Kite mumbled to himself.

"It's just so tasty Kite."

Dr. Faker smiled at his son's speech before folding his own hands too. "Well I guess I'll go next." Kite crossed his arms over his chest and watched. He knew that he wanted to hear this. "I am thankful for both of you, my sons, for growing up to be so strong and brave. I'm also grateful that you were able to make friends with such nice people. It brings warmth to my heart."

"I didn't make friends, unless you mean Yuma, I don't see him as a friend, I see him an acquaintance or a rival. He may think we are, but I don't."

"Kite, you and Yuma are friends, I can see it."

Kite looked at Hart from a side glance before sighing. "Whatever."

"So Kite, what are you thankful for?" Hart asked.

Kite sat up straight and sighed. "I'll be thankful that this ends as soon as possible." He looked over at Hart. "And I'm thankful for you, little brother."

Hart smiled.

"Let's eat, I'm so hungry." Hart shouted in glee.

"Thanks for the food." Kite said.

"Thanks for the food." Hart shouted before putting a fork full of turkey into his mouth and chewed happily.

Faker didn't say anything as he was lost in thought of his sons as they ate and talked amongst each other. He smiled to himself before endulging himself in his own meal. He had to agree with Hart, it did look amazing.

After their meal, everyone sat at the table, digesting their food in silence. Hart rubbed his stomach, he ate so much turkey and yams that he felt he would bust, but he still had to eat that caramel apple. He almost forced it down just because he wanted to.

Kite wiped his mouth and his hands with a handkerchief before standing up. "I'm going to wash up, excuse me." Kite pushed out his chair and walked away.

Hart blinked as he watched him go. He wanted to follow after him but, he was so stuffed that he couldn't move.

"Kite." He mumbled to himself.

"It's alright Hart." Hart looked over at his father who had a frown etched on his features. "Kite is still trying to get used to this. I'm not really surprised that he's acting this way."

"But Kite should be here with us. I had a couple of games planned out for us to play."

Faker put a hand on his son's shoulder and smiled. "I bet he would have liked that."

Hart grinned and held his hand out. "Can you give me the wishbone? I have an idea."

Faker blinked but shrugged it off and reached into for the plate with the turkey left over's and grabbed the wishbone.

"What are you planning?" Faker asked.

Hart grinned. "Something magical that's what!"

His fingers danced along the keys as he tried his hardest to do what he does every day, find those barians. Why he does this is a mystery to Hart since Kite wouldn't tell him.

He looked down at the wishbone in his hand; he gave it a soft squeeze before walking into the lab.

"Hey Kite," Hart ran up the medal bridge and over his brother who was busy giving Orbital orders. He stopped when he heard Hart's voice. He looked over his shoulder, his blue eyes locking with his brother's bright yellow ones. Hart stopped beside his brother and looked around over the large machine. "What are you up to?"

"Working, why?"

Hart looked up at his brother, a sad smile. "Is that so? But Kite, you should be with me and dad. We're supposed to be acting like a family today."

"Sorry Hart, I just really don't want to spend too much time with him then I already have. I understand why he did what he did, but I won't be able to forgive him so easily." Hart felt his eyes sadden and he looked down at the wishbone. Kite noticed his hesitation and kneeled down next to him. "What do you have here?" Hart opened his mouth to explain but Kite had already placed his fingers around one end. "You came all the way up here so that we could break the wishbone."

"I wanted to make a wish with you Kite." Hart said with a blush.

Kite smiled and used his free hand to ruffle Hart's blue hair. "Alright Hart, just tell me when you're ready."

Hart smiled brightly before nodding his head.

Kite took that as a sign to start pulling and so he gently began to start pulling on the bone. Hart pulled with him. Soon the bone made a cracking noise and then cracked in half. Hart was left with the longer piece whereas Kite was left with the shorter one.

"There you go Hart. Go and make a wish. Wish hard and it may just come true."

Hart smiled brightly before hugging his big brother. "Thank you Kite!" He released his brother from his tight grip and walked away. He clutched the bone in his hands tightly and placed it close to his heart. He stopped half way down and made his wish.

"I wish that Kite would play with me… like he used to."

Hart opened his eyes and frowned as he walked away. He really hopes that his wish comes true. He misses playing with his big brother. He sighed and left to go put his games away. No one to play them with anyways, no use keeping them out!

"Hey Hart," Hart looked over at his brother from over his shoulder. He smiled sadly. Kite smiled at his brother and walked over him. "You were right about what you said earlier. I should be with you not working." He placed a hand over Hart's and pulled him close. "Why don't we go play a game? We can play as many as you want."

Hart smiled brightly, his cheeks pink and felt a tear or two collecting in his eyelids. He hugged his brother tightly, wrapping his arms around his brother's middle and rubbed his face into his chest. "Thank you Kite, that means a lot."

"No problem little brother, it's what I'm here for."

Hart pulled away and grabbed his brother's hand before dragging him out of the lab and out to the living room, he already knew what he wanted to do and which game to play first.

Orbital followed after Kite, a smile on his face. "M-Master Kite has s-such a sweet s-side for M-Master Hart."

"Can it Orbital before I can you."

Aww isn't Thanksgiving great? I hope you enjoyed. Follow and favorite, hell even review for me please. See you next chappie people. We get to see an Arclight Thanksgiving.