Christmas.
It was a time to give. To be selfless and share time with your loved ones. But for Aisaka Taiga, such a word was scarce. Sure, there was Minori, Kitamura, that stupid Chihuahua.. and Ryuuji. Her best friend. But such a fact was never openly spoken like some do. They never existed in her vocabulary.
Sometimes they were a good thing to have, but of course-- other times.. silence was golden.
But enough about that; she needed to continue having a positive thinking. She needed to be good. Because if she wasn't Santa wouldn't slink as quietly, as he possibly could, through her window and leave her all sorts items, big and small. The Palmtop Tiger knew, deep down, that the term " Santa " was just a myth. Something for children to believe in. But she wanted to keep on living with that glee; with that fond memory of when she was small.
And now, since she wanted to be ' good ' in his eyes, she was scanning along the contents that each shelf upheld through rows and stacks of items in a cute little store she had found the week before. They sold all sorts of things; convenient and fairly pricey. They had it all. She found something for Minori: a cute little keychain that had two figures-- one of a baseball bat and another of a ball. The second was for Kitamura - kun: same type of keychain but it had a book and a pencil. Maybe he would like the nerdy type of thing?
The third was for that Baka Chi; or so she proclaimed the girl. It was of a figure of a white milk bone and to her own amusement-- a Chihuahua. Mentally snickering, the female plucked it from the metal hook that held them.
Rolling the rotating display panel, she came across a small tiger figurine and a dragon one right at the bottom. Carefully grasping hold of both of them once setting the ones that she had collected aside onto the glass counter that was stationed beside her form; attentions now focusing on the two individual items-- each in either of her hands.
Glancing from one to the other, she began to think to herself of how she represented the tiger and how Ryuuji represented the dragon. It was a bit obvious, though. Ryuuji was calm, kind, collected, selfless, caring, all of the things she wanted to be. But if she was more like him.. it would make things seem boring, now wouldn't they?
She was content of how things turned out.. and how she was able to meet the person who managed to tame her wild character in a degree.
Shaking her head several times in order to break the trance that she had situated herself in; cheeks had subconsciously stained with a pink hint brushed along both of her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Finally deciding on the little gifts, she now wandered over towards the gift-wrapping section. A box and a bow would suffice.
Luckily, they sold the containers that she had in mind. Different colored, miniature boxes with a little bow pasted right on the lid. Tilting her head, she aimed for magenta for Minori, green for Kitamura - kun, light blue for Baka Chi and a royal blue for Ryuuji. Each of the colors seemed to fit all of her friends personality, just like the figurines.
Heaving out a soft sigh; buying things for others was such a hassle! But was worth it. " I wonder what faces they'll make ", she thought to herself while heading over towards the main counter. After waiting in line for like god who knows how long, she finally reached her destination.
Discarding the small bundle of things that she was going to buy in order to meander her hand through the contents of her bag and be able to pay.
After a couple of moments, the dirty honey colored girl stepped through the automatic sliding doors. Heaving out a sigh into the condenced atmosphere-- she hurried off in the direction of her apartment home. She could barely contain herself. She wanted to see how her gifts would impact them because that way Santa could see how good she was. How she wanted to change for the better. And she tried, with all her might.
Stuffing the key into the little opening; wandering inside, ditching the bag at the side of the door once she had closed that boundary behind her. Figuring that the first one that she should give his first.
Fixing the gift up; switching this and that and then carefully presenting the gift inside of the cardboard box and then setting the lid on it before she gathered herself and wandered out of her home.
And now.. how to give it to him?
It was kind of already late, she knew for a fact that he was going to be home alone considering his parental units were never home at this hour. So the feared feline just stood there staring at the stairway that would lead to her moment of truth whilst snow specs danced across and around her path.