Chapter 3
Hello all! I have chosen to write a Christmas chapter!... Even though only one person said they liked the idea. I don't care. No one said they DIDN'T like it!
Hehehe... Be prepared for more slashy fun!
I don't own RF 4.
"Oh, you'd better watch out, you'd better not cry-"
"What are you singing?" Lest called as I skipped past him on my way to the restaurant. I ignored him, singing at the top of my lungs.
"You'd better not pout, I'm tellin' you why-"
"Cheerful much?" Leon chuckled, I flashed him a grin before continuing my 'carolling'
"Santa Claus is comin' to town! He sees you when you're sleeping-"
"Hey Tracy! Can't wait to see what announcement you're making!" Margaret shouted from the side of the airship. Once again I ignored her as I sang even louder.
"He knows when you're awake! He knows if you've been bad or good so be good for-"
"DAMMIT! SHUT UP!"
Doug's voice was unmistakeable. Especially because I'd been hearing him yell at me almost non-stop after I tricked him. The only break I got was when he got a sore throat last week.
I turned and smiled happily, ignoring his glare.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS!"
"OW! Do you have to bust our eardrums?!"
"No, but it's fun to see your when I scream"
This was met with an even harsher glare, which I once again ignored.
"Do you wanna walk to the restaurant with me? I'm giving an announcement"
"I'd rather walk with Dylas"
"He lives in the restaurant"
"It's an expression"
I tilted my head, still ignoring almost every word that came from his mouth.
"You'd rather walk Dylas home? Like if you were dating?"
"WHAT?! Dammit I told you it's an EXPRESSION!"
"So? When a murderer says he meant his wanting to kill the victim as an expression, does that mean he didn't do it?"
"...What the HELL does that even mean?!"
"None yo' business"
With that, I turned on my heel and walked to the restaurant.
I stared out at everyone, making sure they were all there before I began.
"We're doing Secret Santas!" I declared, cutting right to the chase. As expected, I was met with strange and confused looks.
"Each of you will draw a name, and that person is the person you are going to give a gift to. I'll come back periodically until the 25th to check up on you. On the 25th we will exchange gifts. Got it?"
Everyone nodded, seeming to like the idea.
"One more thing; You can't tell anyone who you're giving to. They have to find out on the 25th, so keep your mouths zipped!" I added, staring at Kiel as I said it. I think it made him uncomfortable.
"What about you? Do we get to tell you?" Forte asked from her chair.
"Since I won't be participating, yes, you can tell me who you're giving to if you'd like some help"
With that, everyone drew their names. I'd say that, from the look Dylas had, he's either giving to Doug...
Or a flesh-eating zombie.
"I'm giving my gift to Doug"
"I know"
I was currently standing in an extra room at the inn, which I'd booked until the 25th to be a consultant for Secret Santa gifts. For now, my only consultant was Dylas, and he'd just come in for the first time.
"Just get him rice or something" I said, waving my hand.
"But... Um, that's not what I was thinking"
I could see he was blushing, and I had a fairly good idea of what he was going to give Doug, but I decided to make him say it aloud...
Because I wasn't supposed to really know...
"Oh, are you trying to give a bad gift? Then go with bread"
"N-no! It's just... I have, um..."
"A horse tail? Oh I know! You were going to become a pony for him!"
"NO!"
"Then what?"
Dylas took a deep, calming breath. He was clearly anxious, and he had every right to be.
"Um... I have a diary, and-"
"Oh! You were going to let him read one of your embarrassing secrets?!"
"No! I was going to let him read... About... My true feelings"
His face was as red as a cherry. Not one of those bright ones they put on a sundae, but one of those burgundy purplish ones you get at the store. It was pretty amusing.
"Oh... Well then, the only thing you're risking there is a soul-crushing rejection. I say go for it!"
"WHAT?!"
"I'm kidding! He'll deny it at first, but give him a week or two- At most, a year- and he'll come crying, begging you to still love him"
"Can I really wait a year?"
"Well your other option is to shout 'I'm going to jump!' on top of the observatory, but that would attract way more attention than you'd want"
"...You're so weird"
"Thanks!"
Dylas groaned, cradling his head in his hands.
"Just do it, ya big baby" I teased.
"...Fine. But if he rejects me or slaps me, I swear I'll-"
"Become a horse and kick me?"
"Throw you off the observatory is more like it"
"Harsh" I said, pretending to be insulted.
It was that big day. The 25th. I hung mistletoe up near a punch bowl I'd set up, trying to give it the feel of a real Christmas party. Everyone saw the parasite plant and asked what it was for, and after I explained the tradition of kissing, they pretty much steered clear of it.
A little while later, everyone had started to give their gifts. I saw Doug giving Clorica a super easy recipe I'd given him for Apple pie. She seemed pretty happy with it, since she started skipping everywhere after that.
I also saw Lest give Arthur a salmon riceball, and Arthur was so happy he kissed Lest on the cheek.
Of course no one noticed, since it was pretty crowded, and Arthur was too excited at the time to realize what he'd done, as he ran off to find Kiel to give him his gift. This pretty much left Lest standing there in shock, completely red-faced, for about twelve minutes.
And Dylas?
I noticed Dylas dragging Doug outside. I slipped out the other door in Arthur's office, and stood at a distance to watch the scene unfold.
(*Third Person*)
Dylas was absolutely shaking. Doug was shaking too, but that was probably for two completely different reasons.
"Well, what's my gift, gelding?"
Dylas sighed, and pulled the small, brown book from behind his back, and handed it to Doug.
"What's this?" Doug spat.
"My diary" Dylas replied evenly, though he was trembling on the inside.
"You're kidding! You're letting me mock you?! Awesome!"
Doug cracked open the book, and began to read. Dylas stayed, as he'd promised himself that until Doug made a sign that he'd read what was needed, he would stay. Once Doug made a sign, though, he would run.
Suddenly, Doug dropped the book, eyes wide.
"I... You... D-Dylas..."
Doug stared into Dylas's amber eyes, and Dylas could see it.
The fear, the anger, the confusion... He saw no love.
He ran.
(*Tracy*)
I stared silently, watching Dylas run. He ran inside to be exact. Doug went home, his eyes still wide.
I teleported away. I couldn't help at this point.
AGH. This was MEANT to be a happy story! A happy CHAPTER. And I end the chapter with THAT?!
I want to smack myself at this point.
