AN: Huh. I didn't think anyone would like this garbage so here's some more garbage. Imma try to see if I can continue with some other stories that I owe to some of you readers but for now, make do with this one okay?

"I found you! I found you!"

Poor Allen just laid frozen in the snow, clueless as to what the little girl was saying… and the more she kept bouncing on his stomach, the closer he was to losing his lunch. Just when he thought things couldn't get more complicated, tiny arms wrap around his neck in the biggest hug any toddler her size could muster.

"You came! You finawy came!"

As gently as he could, Allen pried the little ball of energy off him and lifts himself up to a sitting position in front of her.

"I'm sorry… but I don't know what you're talking abo-"

"LIZZIE!"

Allen jumps and turns to see two more youngsters jog towards them; a boy who looked to be about ten, and a girl who seems to be at least a year or two year older. Taking in their appearances, Allen assumes they may related to the little girl named Lizzie. When the older children notice him however, both freeze and stare at him, eyes seeming to bulge out their sockets as if he were a newly discovered species. The scary (and probably unhealthy) realization is, considering how practically everyone in this town seemed unbothered with Allen's uncanny features, the exorcist felt oddly relieved with these kids' expressions.

However, what they say to him is something he least expected.

"No… no way… there is absolutely no way!" said the girl, the eldest, who took a step back.

Allen furrows his brows. "Excuse me?"

"B-but Tonna," the boy shakily grabs for her arm. "He has the w-w-white hair… and that scar…"

"That doesn't mean anything Ron!"

"Look at him! He's the exact replica! Even the coat matches!"

While the two argue, Allen slowly stands and dusts the snow off his coat. Tonna notices his movements and marches over to him, which makes the exorcist freeze nervously in his spot. Close enough, she stares up at him with such intense scrutiny, Allen didn't know for the life of him what he caused to deserve it.

"Who are you?!"

So far in his life, Allen never felt so confused. "Uh, ummm…"

"Your name! Tell us your name!"

Oh god what did he do to deserve this…

"M-my… my n-name is-"

"It's Allen Walker isn't it?" the boy, Ron, says enthusiastically.

To Allen, it was as if time, as well as his heart, stopped when a person he's never met, child or no, knew his name. His full name.

"How did you-"

"See? I told you he would come!" Lizzie said, gleefully grabbing onto Allen's coat and gazed up at the stunned albino with sparkly brown eyes. "You came to save Chwistmas! Just wike Santa said!"

At that moment, Allen was reaching his breaking point, his head full with so much disorder and chaos he fears his brain would explode. Only the beings above could explain why this is happening to him of all people. Then again, he was never a lucky person... And just when the hell did Santa become part of this?!

"CHILDREN!"

All four heads turn to a young woman in her early thirties, running with arms full of bags from her recent shopping. By her clothes slight disarray and her lack of proper breathing, Allen assumes she must've ran a great distance to get here.

"Didn't I tell you three not to wander too far way for me to see you?" And Allen assumed right.

Little Lizzie runs to her, bouncing up and down while tugging at her long coat.

"Mommy! Mommy look! It's him! It's him! It's Awen!"

"Awen?" It's only when the mother takes a closer look at the stranger did she too take a step back and nearly droped the items she was carrying. Allen really didn't know what to do or say and, in all honesty, he was slightly scared. The woman must have noticed his sense of discomfort, for she put on an apologetic smile.

"I am oh so terribly sorry about this. I hope none of my kids gave you any trouble."

"Yes! Yes they were!" was what Allen really wanted to say, but his gentlemanly nature forbade him to do so. So instead, he went with his million dollar smile and said, "They were no trouble at all madam. However… may I ask how these kids know my name?"

At this, the mother tensed a bit and tried to keep her smile. Before she could speak, Lizzie beat her to it.

"Santa tol me about you! He said you would come to our town and help fight scawy monstos and-"

"That's enough Elizabeth!" The mother scolds lightly and pulls the child away from saying anymore. She smiles back to Allen. "I'm sorry. She's been acting like this for quite a while now. Anyway, I'll be more than happy to explain this… fiasco. I'm Eliza Williams. This is my eldest child Tonilia, my second eldest Ronald, and lastly, my youngest child Elizabeth."

All three kids gave their hellos once their names were called.

"Allen Walker. Pleased to meet you all," the boy greets back while smiling awkwardly. How could he not?

"We were just on our way home. I'll explain everything there, if you don't mind."

"Sure."

The house the Williams lived in was just like any normal home Allen has seen, but in events like these, there are houses with so many decorations and lights that Allen feared he would go blind for staring at them too long. The Williams' household however, had simple decorations with no complicated and flashy features to capture anyone's attention. The inside looked just as nice and Allen couldn't help but feel warm and right at home, especially with all the simple Christmas decor. It had that same homely feeling the Black Order had when he's with his friends and comrades. And had the same feeling back when he was with Mana…

The boy shakes his head to get rid of the thoughts, determined to pay more focus on the mission. Next thing he knew, he was sitting on a dining room chair with a cup of hot tea Eliza offered him. Eliza sat from across the table, poring herself a cup. Earlier, she shooed the kids away to their rooms so they wouldn't intrude on their discussion.

"It's a long story but I'll start at the beginning," the woman began, eyes looking tired and restless. "My youngest daughter, Elizabeth, has a wild imagination," she chuckles, her smile bright as she thinks of her little one, "I mean, the things she would come up with at the top of her head. She would always tell stories of adventures she went on from playing in the woods or from her dreams… my husband always said she has the spirit of a brave explorer. Tonilia and Ronald never fought once when she came into our lives and always had loads of fun playing with her. Things were alright and peaceful, but then…"

Allen caught the wretched look on her face and peered closer, listening attentively for what she would say next.

"Weeks ago, she woke up screaming and crying. She kept saying 'Christmas is ruined! Christmas is ruined!'. She broke out with a fever after that. While I was treating her, she told me her dream unlike anything I've ever heard her say before. She told of monsters attacking the North Pole, destroying everything in sight. She said they killed the elves, the reindeer, destroyed all the toys and presents… and lastly they killed Santa Clause. I've never seen her so heartbroken in all my life. I kept telling her that it was all just dream. It was all just a twisted nightmare and none if it really happened. Once she was better, she still couldn't get the dream out of her head and began drawing pictures of the images she saw. I believe I have some of them."

Eliza stood up and momentarily exits the room. Allen couldn't see where she went, but hears the sounds of things shifting about. Minutes later, he sees her return with a small stack of papers in both hands. She sits and spreads them out on the table.

"To think that a child like her would dream of such things, it still astonishes me to this day."

Allen glanced at the pictures Lizzie drew... and felt his heart slowly die at the sight of them. The monsters… looked exactly like Akuma; the level ones for the most part. The ones that didn't look egg-shaped were likely level twos.

Allen's mind began to fill with newer burning questions. How did they appear in a little girl's dream? Could she possibly be compatible with an Innocence fragment? Could she also be the one responsible for the strange phenomena happening in this town?

"By the look on your face I'm guessing you've seen them before?"

Allen snaps his attention to Eliza, who had an expectant look on her face. He hesitates, but decides to come clean, even though the answer wouldn't be something she would like to hear.

"They are called Akuma. Akuma are demons created from innocent souls of the dead. Their only purpose is to kill as many innocent people as they possibly can, meanwhile creating more of them in the process." Once again, Allen guessed right when the mother covers her mouth in horror. Before she could speak, he continues. "I know this because I am an exorcist. Only we are able to destroy them so they won't further take anymore lives."

"But… If they do exist then how come we've never heard of them?"

"Akuma attacks are commonly unknown to towns that have never experienced them. They mostly only appear when there is Innocence."

"…Innocence?"

"Innocence are sources of power that can be used as weapons to fight against Akuma. They are the only things that can destroy them and it is what we exorcists use."

"Do you have yours? Your Innocence I mean?"

Allen says nothing and Eliza becomes curious when the boy holds up his left hand. She watches intently as he takes off his glove and gasps at the sight of the red hand with black nails and a green glowing cross on his back palm. She stares wordlessly at it, unsure if she should be afraid or in awe.

"This is my Innocence," Allen says calmly. "Mine never needed to be formed into a weapon because I had it since birth. But there are others that can be found in random places and it is usually places where strange phenomena occur, because they are the cause. That's why I was sent to this town. We believe there is Innocence here and if there is, we must grab it before the Akuma show and take it themselves."

"I see…"

Allen sighs from the lack of response. "Look, I know this is a lot to take in and may seem too hard to believe, but I speak the truth. As for your daughter's dreams, I am just as stumped as you are about how she got them... but there's one thing that bothers me."

"What is it?" Eliza asked.

"How does she know me?"

Eliza sat silently for a moment, as if trying to figure out the easiest way to explain this to Allen.

"Some time after the bad dream and the fever, Elizabeth had another dream," she explained while shifting through more of her daughter's drawings. "She dreamed of the same disaster, but this time, a young man swooped in and saved the North Pole from the… Akuma. By using his arm alone he was able to save everyone, even Santa Clause, and save Christmas."

Allen almost couldn't breathe. He couldn't find the ability to take in air properly. He had this sinking suspicion and tries not to easily let fear overtake him. This seemingly harmless mission just got serious to a whole new level when Eliza brought out the drawing she was looking for and slid it across the table for Allen to see.

"She knew you because you, Allen Walker, were in that dream."

For once, just once, Allen wished for his guesses to be wrong.

XXX HoHoHo XXX

For the past hour, Kanda had been wondering how he got himself in this mess.

Here he was on the floor, wrapping Christmas presents for the ENTIRE Black Order heaquarters- it's this stupid annual gift baskets thing they do every year, filled with useless junk and it's entirely pointless- and that's not the worst of it.

And no, it's not because he literally sucks at wrapping presents (whose idea was it to leave the gift wrapping to the world's worst gift wrapper that ever existed?Komui is definitely who.).

"You're doing that wrong Yu-chan."

No. It's the fact that he was on the floor, wrapping Christmas presents for the ENTIRE Black Order headquarters… with the annoying rabbit. Kanda gave said rabbit the biggest glare he could muster, which is pretty big. Add that glare with a label titled 'Mr. Scrooge' right smack on his back and a whole town's full of civilians would run to their homes in fear. However, Lavi just sat there smiling as if the glare was Kanda's way of saying, 'Oh! Thank you so much for pointing out my mistake Lavi. You're my best friend!'.

One can dream.

Instead, Kanda responds with throwing the poorly uncompleted wrapped present at Lavi's face while saying, "If you have that much of a problem with my wrapping skills then tell Mr. Sister Complex to find another person to put up with this shit."

Lavi did a dramatic gasp, placing a hand to his heart. "Yu-chan! Language! There are children present! Nobody likes a Grinch-"

"For the love of god SHUT-UP!" Kanda starts rubbing his temples, the beginnings of a migraine coming and it's not even Christmas Eve yet. Heck just hearing the word 'Christmas' itself was making the migraine worse. "God I hate this holiday."

"Is there a particular reason why you hate it so much?"

Kanda glanced at Lavi, about to snap at him, but held his tongue right when he sees the serious and worried look on his smooth features. Kanda never told his personal problems to anyone and wasn't going to start anytime soon because one, it was none of their business no matter how close anyone was to him and two, the results won't change anything other than those taking pity on him. That is something he can live without. But he needs to say something, or else Lavi would become stubborn and then bring Lenalee into it so they'll both be stubborn about it. He sighs.

"Don't you think this whole thing is a waste of time? This little day of 'happiness' won't cover up what will be in store for us in the future… nor would it amend any pain we've received in the past."

He's met with silence, mostly due to Lavi looking stunned at actually receiving a proper answer instead of being shunned away like usual, but he came to seconds later.

"True, but don't you think it's better to have a little day of happiness rather than having no happiness at all?"

"Then why do you think Moyashi left?"

Lavi was silent again and Kanda didn't wait for him so say something this time.

"You noticed it too. The way he became distant right when it hit the beginning of December. There's a reason why people don't celebrate holidays like this and his reasons are probably as deep as ours. Christmas it just a sugar coat of something you'll never truly experience for the rest of your life."

"That's not true and you know it! Christmas means so much more than that!"

"Oh, and you would know all about it. Right Bookman?"

Lavi growls, fists clenched tight. "Kanda…"

"Che. You wanted my answer and I gave it to you. If you can't except it, then that's your problem."

The room returns to silence once more, but this time, it's heavier than before. Kanda can see Lavi shaking, fists clenching and unclenching, his teeth grinding. Kanda felt he should leave and let the rabbit stew in his anger alone. And was about to, but was seconds too late.

"So that's what you think huh?"

He froze in mild surprise, because despite Lavi looking like might erupt like a nuke, his voice was calm.

"You think the only reason we do this is so we can live in this fantasy where all our problems just melts away? I understand that you, Allen, and even Lenalee had problems. I don't need to be a Bookman to understand that bit of information, but I believe it is you who doesn't seem to understand something. Allen too."

"What?" Kanda asked in the sort of defiance that demands an explanation and Lavi, calm and unfazed, gladly gave it to him.

"We don't celebrate Christmas to run away from our problems, we do it because even though times are hard, we don't let it stop us from having a good time with what we have left in our lives. Best of all, we can do that while being with others, be it friends, loved ones, or even people who've gone through the same hardships as the other. It not only brings people together but it gives people hope. A hope for a better future and a hope to not be alone in this cruel world we live in. But, apparently you and Allen have just proved to me that you two already threw in the towel and gave up. Worst of all, you're too blind and unwilling to see the big picture! If there's one word I'd call this it's cowardly!"

Kanda instantly pounces on Lavi and Lavi must have expected it, was ready for it even, and both become a heap of angry limbs on the floor. Piles of wrapped, unwrapped, and poorly wrapped gifts lay forgotten. Just as one of them were about to land a good first punch, the door was kicked open.

Kicked open by a rather pissed looking Lenalee.

But she wasn't pissed of the obvious display of immaturity from her fellow friends. No, something else got her pissed off and both Lavi and Kanda were too nervous to ask if it would result in a powerful kick to the face. They do not want to end up like that dismantled door thank you very much.

"Pack your bags."

It took a while to process what the girl just said. Lavi mustered up all the courage he had to speak first.

"Are we… going somewhere?"

"Pack. Your. Bags. Now!" Her glare is rivaling Kanda's Mr. Scrooge glare. This must be serious.

"Bu-"

"NOW!"

Like lightning, the two bolted to their respective rooms. Even Kanda was smart enough to not test Lenalee's anger, less he wants the exorcist boot. Whatever set her to rage mode must be the cause of her not giving them a straight answer to where they are going.

But Kanda can bet all the soba in Jerry's kitchen that this might have something to do with Allen.

AN: Review please?