A/N: So… Attempt #2 at fluff. Let's hope this one isn't such a flaming pile of BS. Chapter two of this is a sneak preview of my latest big project. I love to torment the living hell out of you, dear audience, so I'll just codename it 28. But enough with the mysteries! You all wanted a piece of Holix fluff? You got it! This one goes out to you, Solora Goldsun!
"Well, that about covers it." White Knight shuffled some papers, "One thing, though: Why is The Keep covered in Christmas lights?" he asked, glancing around the meeting room. Indeed, there were Christmas lights and garlands on every wall, and a small Christmas tree in the center of the table. "Well, I though that the place needed a bit of holiday spirit." Holiday spoke up from her seat at the table. White Knight cocked an eyebrow. "'Ey, whaddya expect? Holiday is right in her name." Bobo quipped. "Well, I'm not that fond of it. You should've been a bit more sensitive to those with other tastes." White Knight said, scowl clear on his face. "Oh, come on Scrooge! Wake up and smell the eggnog! It's Christmas time! Who doesn't love it?" rex replied, trying to become all 3 Ghosts of Christmas at once.
"I'm Jewish." The room went dead silent.
"Um, well, in that case, I'll put some menorahs up." Holiday was the first to recover from the bomb White had just dropped. White nodded, "Get on it. That is all. Dismissed." Were his last words before the screen he was on blinked black. Rex and Bobo nearly broke the sound barrier trying to leave the room, leaving only the good doctor and the green suited ninja behind. Six got up from his seat and walked to the door, silent as eer. Just before he left, Holiday came up to his side, "Hey, you're not Jewish are you, Six?" she asked, something… Different in her voice, something Six couldn't place it exactly, which both alarmed and puzzled him/ "No. I'm not." He answered, matter-of-fact as always. "Then it's okay if I do this?" Holiday asked, that something in her voice increasing somewhat. Before he could respond, he found Holiday's lips pressed up against his, muffling any response. At first, he tensed up, years of combat and training rushing back to him, screaming at him to distance himself from the offender- any number of things could be done to ones body in this range, this position. He quickly came to his senses, and let the older, repressed him: Michael Flint, the smooth ladies man who won "Most likely making out with someone." space in his old prep school yearbook 8 years running. He pressed into his side of the kiss, meeting Holiday's lips more directly, certifying it as a kiss. He pulled away slowly, looking into Holiday's eyes, removing the shades from his own dark brown eyes. "So, Rebecca, how does this relate to my religion, exactly?" he asked, putting some of that special something into his voice that Holiday had in hers. She simply nodded upwards. Six glanced up, to see that infamous plant hanging above them. "Mistletoe. Nice touch." Six mused before stepping out the door, looking down both ends of the hallway, stepping back under the mistletoe, and sealing the door, darkening the room and letting the Christmas lights cast a romantic glow,. "Well, here we are again." He said simply before bringing Holiday down for what he would guarantee was the best kiss of her entire life. After an endless battle of tongues, the broke apart for air. Holiday moved to sit on the table. "Pretty good, Mr. Shades," holiday said, motioning with one finger for him to come closer, "Ready for round 2?" she asked before initiating another extraordinarily passionate kiss. This lasted for about ten seconds before the door opened full wide "Hey, guys what's the- OH MY GOD!" Rex was shocked at the scene before him he knew that Six and Holiday had something, but walking in on their makeout session was a different thing. He took a second to compose himself, "Whoa, just, whoa." Was all he could manage. "Hey, don't blame us. We were just following tradition." Dr. Holiday stated matter of factly over Six's shoulder, motioning towards the mistletoe. "Oh," Rex responded weakly. He carefully took a branch off it and shoved it into his jacket. "I'll just be going, then…" He said, backing out the door before resealing it. Six stared at the door a minute before asking, "You think that'll affect him negatively?" Rebecca just shrugged. "Don't know, but I know how it's affecting me." Before pulling him down by his tie
FIN
A/N: I'm not a Nazi! This story was not meant to be offensive to Jewish people. From what my Jewish friends tell me, you don't kiss under the mistletoe. I also apologize if I got any other part o the Jewish culture wrong. feel free to call me out on it.