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Pre-story Conversation
The scene opened in the studio, which was decorated with many garlands, Christmas lights, stockings, and other things, including a Christmas tree. There were dozens of presents under the tree. The crowd roared as Izzy and I stepped on stage. We were both wearing festive clothes.
I was wearing a Santa Claus suit, minus the beard, and a red cape. My crown was replaced by the red cap that's part of the suit. Izzy, pissed off as always, was wearing a green elf costume, complete with curved shoes that had bells on the ends and fake elf ears.
"I don't know how the hell you talked me into this," He growled to me. "But rest assured, you won't live past New Year's!" I only rolled my eyes in response before looking over him.
"You know, I wonder if I should've made you dress up as the Grinch instead." I thought aloud.
"You wouldn't dare." He threatened with a glare. I shrugged.
"Nah. It wouldn't work. Too much green."
"Too much green!.?.!" He shouted. "Look at what I'm wearing! This is too much green!"
"Whatever." I sighed before turning to the camera. "Anyway, I had wanted to do something for Christmas and this is what popped up. I'm really cutting it close, but if I can keep it short and sweet—"
"Yeah right." Izzy scoffed.
"—and keep working, I just might be able to get this done in time for the biggest holiday of the year. So the question is 'What's the fic about?' Well, first of all, it's a slash fic."
"Damn it!" The elf cursed, stomping his feet. The ringing caused by his feet moving echoed in the room. I rolled my eyes.
"The main pairing is Lars/Otto, but there's also a little bit of Twister/Keoni too. This fic takes place a little bit after Race Across Rainbows, so ya need to read that one before this."
"Hey wait…" Izzy started. "If this takes place after that fic…" His eyes widened. "Then that means…!"
°POOF!°
"Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!.!.!.!.!" An energetic voice screamed as arms enveloped both me and Izzy. We both grunted and struggled out of the grip of what had us. We then took a look at the owner of the voice.
It was a boy that was a little shorter than Izzy. Like the other boy, he was wearing an elf suit. He also had black hair and a light tan, like Izzy.
"Oh God, not him again…" Izzy groaned.
"Hey Iggy, long time no see." I said, ignoring my partner. Izzy's younger brother gave me a toothy grin.
"Daddy! Hi!" He waved wildly. I gave him a thumbs-up before turning to the camera.
"Anyway, as for the plot, this fic will use the ever-classic Christmas plot."
"Which is…?" The taller elf asked, crossing his arms.
"You know which one, brother!" Iggy started cheerfully. "The one where one person has to get the ultimate gift for their loved one! Right Daddy?"
"Right." I nodded. "In this case, it's Otto who has to find the perfect gift for Lars. He'll have to fight through massive crowds, search high and low, and even battle both of the Yaoi Brothers to get it. Will everybody's favorite redhead succeed in his self-appointed mission? Read on!"
All three of us waved at the cheering crowd as the screen whited out.
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Otto's Christmas Quest
Chapter One
The Perfect Present
Ahhhh… It's Christmastime in Ocean Shores once again. Everywhere, the light poles were wrapped in white and red streamers to resemble candy canes. Wreaths were hanging from each one. The stores and businesses on the boardwalk and pier were made colorful by the lights, garland, and pictures of old Saint Nick, Rudolph, and other Christmas mascots.
Every house in the seaside town was covered in many lights that were arranged in festive patterns. Inside each one, the stockings were hung by the fireplace (Fireplaces? In California?.!). The trees were put up and decorated to the very top with lights, ornaments, and stars among other things. In more than a few, mistletoe hung above every doorway. Eggnog filled every cup. Cookies and milk were put out by the youth of the town.
Despite the hot weather, everybody was happy and joyful. Even Merv Stimpleton, resident grouch and hater of fun, felt his cold heart melting and participated in caroling with his wife, Violet (If you can actually imagine him singing). The needy were well taken care of in the local shelter. Although they didn't have much, they were still able to enjoy this wonderful time of year.
The mall located outside the town was a madhouse, as is every other shopping complex in the country. The lines were massive, especially the one for those waiting to see Santa. Mothers and fathers fought with others for possession of the hottest toys for their children. Needless to say, this was also the case for those shopping for jewelry, clothes, sporting goods, and especially electronics.
Oh yes, everyone fought to grab the best movies, be it VHS, DVD, or laser disc. Digital cameras were also the main target of many a buyer. The mindset was, "The smaller it is, the more features it has." Of course, people battled for the tiniest cameras possible and broke dozens in the process. Computers, laptops, DVD players, VCRs; you name it, it was scooped up by everyone.
Needless to say, video games were also on everyone's main agenda. Gamecube, Game Boy Advance, Playstation 2, X-box. Nearly every system and game available were grabbed off the store shelves and placed into the bags of the battle weary shoppers, ready to be wrapped up and enjoyed by the teenagers and young adults of the town on that special day.
This also held true for one system…
With that, our tale begins on the highest hill in the town. On that quaint cul-de-sac that looms over the beach, amusement park, and Mad Town. The place where you can see the ocean sparkle every day (except when it rains). The home of a group of highly ranked skaters (or at least three of them). The beginning of adventures past. That area—
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!.!"
A scream. But where did it come from?
Did it come from the Dullard's house, which was decorated with a sufficient number of lights?
No.
What about Seventy-nine Ozone Street, the only house that has a staircase in the front?
No, it didn't come from the house that had Christmas tree stickers on the windows and Santa displays on the walls.
Perhaps the Stimpletons' house, which only had a wreath on the door?
No. Although it was certainly irritated, the voice sounded younger.
No, I believe the voice came from the house next door. The one that had the most decorations on it. From the plastic models of Santa and his reindeer on the roof to the plastic snowman and fake snow on the front lawn, the house was easily the best decorated in the whole town. The only place, the only person a loud roar like that could've come from is…
"Argh! What am I gonna get him!.?.!"
Otto Rocket. Age: eighteen. Height: about six feet. His dreadlocks went down the side of his head, hardly held up by the green headband he always wears. The eyes behind his green tinted sunglasses were moving frantically as he searched circular after circular. He was wearing a sky blue T-shirt and a pair of black shorts. His reddish tanned skin glistened with sweat as he tore through flyer after flyer.
Currently, he was crawling through the floor, which was littered with newspaper ads promoting Christmas sales. The rest of the living room was adorned with decorations of all sizes. Garland and lights of various colors covered the windows. Garland also decorated the stairs and doorways. Without a doubt, the most impressive sight was the tree.
It was a lighter blue than Otto's shirt. A snowy white garland was wrapped around it. Glass ornaments hung from nearly every branch. Candy canes and bells also hung from the tree. Differently colored lights were also wrapped around it. And at the top was a white star. It nearly touched the ceiling. At the bottom were multiple presents that were wrapped in paper and bows of different colors and sizes.
"Ugh! What the hell am I gonna get him!.?.!" Otto yelled again.
"Chill, Ottoman. It's just a present." Twister, his best friend, said from his comfortable position on the couch. "He's not gonna care what you get him."
The boy, who was the same age as Otto, normally wore a brown and yellow striped hat, but he chose to switch it out for a green elf's hat for the holiday. He was about half a foot taller than the one in the sunglasses. Also to celebrate the holiday, he was wearing a red tank top over a green shirt. He was wearing a brown pair of baggy shorts. He had grown out his orange hair so that it goes down the back of his head. He still had the cowlick in the middle of his forehead. Unlike the other boy, he had a lighter tan.
Otto sat up from the pile to face his friend with a dubious look.
"Bro, how could you say that?.!" He shouted. "I have to get your brother the best gift possible! I HAVE to!" Twister shook his head as Otto dove into the pile of ads.
A few months ago, during the summer, the redhead did battle with the brunet in the strangest way possible. Lars had challenged him to a race in a video game called "Mario Kart: Double Dash." The stipulation: whoever lost had to tell the winner his deepest, darkest secret. The decision was that they would race in a week.
What followed was seven days of extensive training in which the two learned the ropes in the game. Lucky for them, they had help from their friends, Reggie and Sam. They also met an incredibly strange pair of brothers who owned a recently-built arcade. Anxious to help, the brothers and Reggie taught Lars how to play while Sam taught Otto.
Among the series of events leading up to the race was the odd thoughts the redhead had regarding the brunet. He started finding the older boy attractive and even had dreams about him. The cause of these thoughts continuously eluded him. It wasn't until the day of the race that he discovered the truth. He had fallen in love with Lars.
Of course, Lars had fallen for the redhead too. The difference was that he knew his feelings longer than the younger boy. In fact, it was these feelings that made him challenge Otto to the race in the first place. Using everything he learned from racing with Reggie and watching the Yaoi Brothers race, he managed to beat Otto in that final race and force the truth out of him. In a grand display of emotions, both boys told each other their feelings and became lovers.
"And why do you have to get Lars the best present possible?" Twister asked.
"I already told ya!" Otto replied, sifting through the circulars for the hundredth time. "I want him to know how much I love him!"
"Yeah, yeah." The taller redhead said, waving a dismissive hand. "And what's the real reason?"
Otto stopped searching and gave the other boy a lopsided grin.
"I'm kinda hoping I could get some from him." He blushed while Twister gagged. Noticing the reaction, he glared at him. "Hey! I didn't say anything when you went shopping for your boyfriend!"
Twister was absent during the strange week. He was visiting his lover, Keoni, who lived in Oahu, Hawaii. Needless to say, when he got back, his reaction to his brother and best friend's relationship was less than pleasant. He fainted and was out for three days. Even then, he screamed non-stop for five hours when he woke up. Hey, you would feel the same way too if you walked off an airplane and found your best friend making out with his greatest rival who just happened to be your big brother. He still can't look at Otto or Lars the same way.
"Oh, do you think Keoni will like the portable DVD player and movies I got for him?" The taller boy asked with slight worry in his voice.
"Uh Twist, let's focus on my problem." Otto started. "You'll find out when his plane arrives tomorrow."
"Well, at least I didn't wait til Christmas Eve to do my shopping!" Twister retorted, offended that his friend would belittle the arrival of his boyfriend.
"Hey! It's not my fault!" The smaller one defended.
"Oh right. You were too busy going on dates with Lars!"
"Yeah… Those were so fun." Otto sighed lovingly. "Hey, you remember Thanksgiving dinner?"
"Ugh, I wish I could forget." Twister groaned. "You both were ogling each other like you were the turkey!"
"Man, I wish Lars could stuff me like a turkey or vice versa." The shorter redhead giggled at the dirty thought while the taller one gagged again.
"Man, I leave for a couple of weeks to see my delectable pineapple and I find my best bro in the arms of my brother."
"Eh. Worse things have happened." Otto shrugged. "Remember that whole thing with the sand getting stolen from the beach?"
"Yeah, you couldn't stop bitching til we got that whole thing dealt with." Twister remarked.
"Hey, nobody stops me from surfing. Especially not some rich punk."
"Whatever." The one in the hat shrugged. The one in the sunglasses went back to looking.
"Still, there's gotta be something I can get him to show how I feel and make him want to take our relationship to the next level."
"I'm telling ya, he's not gonna care what you get him. You could give him a thing of fruit cake and he'll still have sex with you if you asked."
"You're just saying that because you got some from Keoni." Otto stated, looking up from the pile. It was Twister's turn to sigh lovingly as a grin made its way onto his face.
"Yeah… That first time was the best…" He sighed again, causing Otto to gag. "Seriously though, I just sat Keoni down one night, told him how I felt, and we woke up the next day with dirty sheets and sore asses."
"Damn, I need to get me some of that!" The shorter one groaned, laying his head on the surfboard table. He then looked up. "But still, Lars is a lot more complicated than that. He's not gonna just do it with me just because I asked. He needs a token of my love for it to work."
"Pfft. Yeah right." Twister scoffed, crossing his arms.
"You may have lived with him for the last eighteen years, but he let me into his heart. I know his feelings, his likes and dislikes, how he works. He's not going to have sex with me just because I ask him for it."
"If you say so, dude." Twister sighed, giving up. If there's one thing he knew about his best bro, it was that he was unbelievably stubborn.
"Thanks." Otto said before going back to looking.
He must've searched for what seemed like hours before something caught his eye.
"What's this?" He muttered, picking up the paper. "Hey Twist, take a look at this."
"Huh?" Twister looked up from the surf magazine he was reading.
"Listen." Otto cleared his throat before reading. "This thing can connect to the Internet wirelessly, has a built in microphone, stereo sound, backlit screens—"
"Hold up." Twister interrupted. "Backlit? What's that?" Otto shrugged.
"I guess it means you could play this at night without using any lights."
"So it's a game system?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, ok." Twister nodded. He then blinked as a thought came to him. "Did you say 'screens'? As in more than one?"
"Yeah." Otto answered, causing his friend to raise an eyebrow. "It has two screens. The top one is for playing while the bottom one is a touch screen."
"Meaning…?" The taller boy asked, trying to keep up. The slightly shorter one rolled his eyes.
"Meaning you could use your fingers or a stylus to do stuff in the game."
"Ohhhhh…" Twister nodded again. He opened his mouth to speak.
"A stylus is a pen that's used for electronic stuff." Otto said before the first word even left his mouth.
"Uhhh right." The one in the hat said.
"Anyway…" Otto continued. "It's also got wireless chat, wireless multiplayer—and you better know what that means!" He shouted at the other, who was getting ready to talk. "—built-in alarm clock, calendar, and it can fit in your pocket!"
"Damn!" Twister exclaimed. "That's so cool!"
"Yeah!" Otto added with a grin. "It's the perfect way to show Lars how I feel!"
"But how much is it and what's it called?"
"Let see…" The smaller redhead picked up the paper. "It's called 'the Nintendo DS' and it's a hundred and fifty dollars."
"WHAT!.?.! For that thing!.?.!" Twister yelled. "There's no way you can afford that!"
"Chillax, bro. I got the money." Otto waved dismissively, causing Twister to give him a curious look.
"You have a hundred and fifty dollars?"
"Yep, and then some." The one in the sunglasses grinned at his best bro's perplexed expression. He reached into his pocket and produced a Christmas card. "I got my gift from my grandma early." He opened it and pulled out no less than ten twenty dollar bills.
"Dude!" Twister gasped in disbelief. "There must be, like, a thousand dollars there!" Otto rolled his eyes.
"Try two hundred, Twist." He corrected, pocketing the cash. "I got enough to get the DS and a game for it. Once Lars unwraps this baby tomorrow, he'll be begging me to sleep with him!" He gave a loud laugh at the prospect.
"We still gotta get it before the mall closes." Twister mentioned.
"Duh! I know that!" Otto snapped, putting on his shoes. He then ran over to the door. "Come on! We better get moving!"
And with that, he was gone.
"Hey! Wait up!" Twister yelled, running after him.
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Post-chapter Conversation
"How dare he!.?.!" Izzy roared. "Only I can call Keoni 'my delectable pineapple!' That punk stole my pet name!" He blinked when he felt the stares of me, Iggy, and the audience. He turned to everybody.
"What?"
"Oh nothing…" Iggy and I said with sing-song voices.
"Anyway, there you have it, folks!" I started. "Otto must find a DS for Lars!"
"Some story this'll be." Izzy said grumpily. "He already has the money, so he'll get it instantly."
"No way, bro!" Iggy said. "It won't be that easy!" The older elf growled at him.
"Watch it, ya little—"
"He's right." I interrupted. "Like I said earlier, Otto's got some pretty tough confrontations ahead of him." I turned to the camera. "Will he prevail and make sweet love with Lars? Find out next chapter!"