BoV- Okay, I'm writing this because I felt that I needed to put up my own ToS Christmas fic up. I got this idea when watching a commercial for an Invader Zim Christmas episode.
Mithos- Yay! Ultimate takeover!
BoV- Shut it. Anyway, this is going to be composed of only a few chapters, but I plan on making the best out of them! Mwahahahahaha… Now, for the disclaimer. KRATOS!
Kratos- Why me?
BoV- because if you don't, I'll be forced to make you wear a Christmas elf uniform.
Kratos- Curse you. Birth of Venus doesn't own Tales of Symphonia… Or Christmas.
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Chapter 1. Mithos' Evil Plan
Deep in the very, very, evil Tower of Salvation… Where very, very, evil people lurked… In a very, very, evil throne room where a very, very, evil dictator sat brooding. This dictator was none other than Yggdrasiel! King of the desians and spandex! But at the moment he was not pleased. All because his little plan for an age of lifeless beings was constantly thwarted by Lloyd Irving and his band of brainless monkeys. "It's not faiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiir!" he whined pathetically. "Why can't I ever get my way!" Kratos, who was sitting right next to him twitched his eyebrow in annoyance. "Please, Mithos. You know how much I cannot stand childish whining." Mithos glared at him. "But, whatever I do, nothing seems to go right! Those inferior beings keep messing up my ingenious plans to rule the world!" Kratos sighed. "You already told me this about twenty times. I get it already."
While these two were the opposite from happy, the same could not be said for Yuan. He was skipping around happily putting up wreathes and Christmas decorations. He replaced his normally black cloak with a more festive red and green one. And to top it all off, he had a santa hat placed snugly on his head. He hummed the tune to Jingle Bells happily while stringing lights all around Mithos' throne. Kratos gave a cold glare at his blue-haired companion. "Is all this really necessary?" Yuan beamed at him. "Aw, lighten up, Kratty-chan! It's almost Christmas! The holiday of joy and cheer, of spending time with your friends and family, but most important of all, getting kick-ass presents that you wouldn't normally receive!"
"Kratty-chan?" Kratos questioned his nickname with another eyebrow twitch. Yuan nodded. "Yeah! We all have to be good to each other on Christmas!" And then, much to the red-head's horror, Yuan gave him a big hug and then shoved a candy cane in his mouth. Kratos gagged on the sudden minty freshness that was now lodged in his throat until he managed to cough it out and gave Yuan a long cold glare. "What I don't understand is that Christmas, a holiday made from Christianity is being celebrated here, when the only religion in these two worlds is Martellism or whatever it's called." Kratos said searching for some water to rinse out the evil Candy cane aftertaste. Yuan smirked. "That's because of a little thing called commercialism my friend. It's so wrapped around our economy, the original meaning for Christmas as been lost and replaced by a fat man in a red suit." Kratos ran a hand through his hair. "Indeed. It seems that commercialism has dominated this world."
Mithos suddenly stopped his sulking at the sound of the words "world" and "domination". "Commercialism has dominated this world you say?" Mithos asked. Kratos nodded slowly not liking the scary look that was forming on the crazy half-elf's face. "And Christmas is the ultimate form of commercialism, right?" He asked an evil smile forming on his lips. "Yep!" Yuan chirped. "Isn't it great? Merry Christmas!" He then started to skip around again tossing tinsel and candy canes in the air.
"Ah… My brain hatched an evil idea." Mithos said giggling manically. Kratos backed away. He knew that one of Mithos' evil ideas never led to anything good. "That's it! I shall take over Christmas! Thus, taking over the world! MWAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Mithos brought out his Cruxis wings to add to the "OMG, I'm so freaking evil right now" affect. Kratos shook his head. "And how do you plan to do that? There are so many forms of Christmas commercialism, there's no way to dominate them all." Mithos sat down in his throne pondering for a minute and then hit a buzzer. "Pronyma! Get your ugly butt in here NOW!" Five seconds later, Pronyma, leader of the five Desian Grand Cardinals, whose giant ring thingy was now covered in red and green lights and had ornaments hanging from them (courtesy of Yuan). "You called, my lord?" she said in her weird drawlish voice. "Yes, give me the latest Christmas related news!" Mithos commanded.
"Uh, hold on a second…" Pronyma pulled out a newspaper and flipped through it. "Oh, uh, here's something: Come meet the one and only Santa Claus! All you good boys and girls can come sit on his lap at the Flanoir mall tomorrow from 10:00 to 2:00."
"That's it! I shall take on the role as the supreme ruler Santa and force those children to become my minions! To the mall!"
"Uh, Mithos," Kratos began but Mithos had already flown out. Kratos shook his head and sighed. "Ugh, Yuan, you just HAD to give him weird ideas, didn't you?" But Yuan paid no attention as he was hanging tinsel on the Great seed.
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BoV- Ah, the first part is complete! I'm sorry its short, but I'll update as soon as I can! Until then, REVIEW!
