Hello, people of fan fiction. Did you miss me? Well, first I would like to apologies for being gone so long. Unfortunately life outside of my writing has gotten out of hand as I have been busy moving to another country. However, I have pulled myself out of my stress induced writing slump to bring to you a Christmas story! Now, I know what you're thinking, it isn't Christmas yet so why am I uploading this so early? Well, this will be a multi-chapter story, like a drabble collection, and I will upload a new chapter every day until the day before Christmas! Because I know you all have better things to do on Christmas than listen to me.
I would also like to say that I probably won't be uploading any new stories or updating my other story until after the move is finished. But I have been visited by plenty of plot bunnies and when I return, which I will, you shall be bombarded with chapters of new and old stories alike! Until the next chapter, which I will upload tomorrow.
Warnings: Mild swearing from Bakura.
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh or any of its characters.
The Twelve Questions of Christmas Chapter 1: Sparkly Tree
I stared in disbelief at the monumental catastrophe that lay spread out before me. When I had left, the ballroom that I had been getting ready for the Christmas party had been pristine; white walls lined with huge arched windows that let in plenty of light, a perfectly shined marble floor, the large wooden stage where the band would perform had been built and even the giant Christmas tree in the middle of the room only needed to be decorated. Now the room was a mess.
I felt the vain over my left temple throb, took a deep breath and yelled, "BAKURA! MARIK! YAMI! GET YOUR BUTS OVER HERE, NOW!"
The giant pile of tinsel to my left shifted and I glared at it. The pile shifted some more and a spiky head of hair emerged. Yami wiggled a bit and finally fell out of the pile and landed on his head, completely tied up with tinsel. I couldn't help but smile a little as he cursed.
Replacing my smile with an annoyed frown I walked over to him and said bluntly, "Where are the other two?"
Yami gestured to the pile with his head, which was all he could move, and said, "They're still in there."
I nodded and reached into the pile. The first one I found was Marik, who I pulled out by the back of his belt, and then Bakura who I dragged out by his hair. Once all three of them were out I propped them up against the wall and proceeded to rant at them. Listing off all the things they broke; the stage, the decorations that they smashed, the decorations that they melted, the walls and ceiling which had fire and smoke damage, all the windows they smashed, and the stage that had been reduced to firewood.
Once I was finished I glared at the yami's and said, "Now, you are all going to fix everything that you broke, damaged or destroyed, you are going to decorate the Christmas tree, and none of you are leaving until you're finished."
Bakura looked at me and growled, "Why the hell do we have to decorate a bloody tree anyway?"
"Because it's a Christmas tradition and I said so." I snapped.
"That isn't an answer," he said, smirking, and I got the feeling he got that comeback from Ryou.
"Do you really want to sit there, tied up, while I lecture you on the historical importance of decorating a pine tree with certain specific types of ornaments?"
Bakura's face went blank for a second then he scowled.
I chuckled and untied the yami's, then sent them to work cleaning up and as they walked off I heard Bakura mutter, "I will never understand these bloody modern traditions."
