"He looks so peaceful."
"Yeah. He won't be in a moment."
"Better get it over with."
Slowly, Kyoya was conscious of two voices arguing above his head. They seemed familiar. He was just preparing himself to open one of his eyes just a crack, when he felt two sets of hands grab him by the arms and shake him violently.
"WAKE UP!" The voices shouted. Depending completely on instinct, Kyoya managed to get himself free. With one hand, he felt around in the dark until he found his glasses.
"I should have known," he muttered, "Go away Hitachiins!"
"We're not the Hitachiins!" they said in unison, "We're the ghosts of Christmas Past!"
Kyoya glared at them, but it didn't work any better than it had on Tamaki. "What do you want?" Kyoya could still feel his head throbbing from being shaken.
"We're here to show you Christmases from your past," one said.
"Back when you still enjoyed Christmas," the other said.
"And how do you intend to show me?" Kyoya asked sarcastically, but he instantly regretted it as soon as he saw the equally evil smiles on the ghost's faces.
"Glad you asked!" They said in unison, and with no more warning, they each grabbed one of his arms and picked him up out of his bed.
Instantly, his glasses fogged up and he couldn't see anything. He felt as if he was falling through snow. It was so cold, and he only had his pajamas and a Hitachiin on either side of him to keep him warm.
Finally, he felt ground beneath him once again. Of course, his feet fell out from under him immediately, so he had to use the Hitachiins for support.
Once he was able to stand, he took off his glasses, cleaned them, and put them back on, just to discover he was still in his room.
"Hey, this is where we were before!" one of the twins said. "Are you sure we're in the right place?"
"Of course I'm sure!" the other said, "Look."
Kyoya followed his finger and noticed a large lump in his bed. It took him a moment to realize that someone was sleeping in his bed.
"Aww, look!" The first Hitachiin said, "It's Chibi-Kyoya!"
"Awwwwww!" The second one cooed. "He's so cute!"
"Quiet!" Kyoya whispered, still not believing that the little boy in his bed was actually him, "You'll wake him!"
"Relax, Kyoya." The one on the left said, patting the sleeping boy's head. "No one here can see us, hear us, or even feel us."
"But we can see, and hear them." The right one said, sitting down on the boy's bed.
"Look someone's coming!"
Older Kyoya and the Hitachiins watched as the door slowly creaked open. When it was barely more than a sliver open, a small girl slipped in and tiptoed towards the bed. Kyoya gasped when he realized the girl was his sister.
The girl had to stand on her toes to reach over and lightly shove her brother in the bed. "Kyoya?" There was a small grumbling noise, but the lump didn't move. The girl smirked and climbed up on top of the bed, going through the Hitachiin sitting there. He respectfully got up to watch her shake her brother awake.
Younger Kyoya mumbled something into his pillow. "What?" his sister asked.
The boy lifted his head. "I thought I told you never to wake me up."
"But Kyoyaaaaa!" the girl whined. "It's Christmas!"
The boy sat up immediately. "Oh my gosh! I totally forgot! But wait…" the boy looked at the clock. "It's midnight. We're not allowed downstairs yet."
"I know." The girl bowed her head and put one of her fingernails in her mouth. "I couldn't sleep."
"What's wrong?" Kyoya asked, instantly concerned.
"I-I'm afraid I'm not going to get anything for Christmas."
Kyoya frowned at the girl. "Why not?"
"I-I-" the girl covered her face with her hands. "I've been stealing Mommy's makeup!"
Kyoya held her close. "Hey, don't worry. Santa will know you didn't mean it. And you're not going to do it again, are you?"
"No!" The girl cried. "I swear, if Santa gives me presents this year, I'll never steal again!"
Kyoya raised an eyebrow at her. His older version smirked as he realized he had mastered that move even back then. "Okay," The girl said, "Even if I don't get any presents, I won't steal ever again."
"Oh, don't worry, I know you'll get presents." Kyoya smiled.
"You do?" She asked.
"Yeah, 'cause I got you something." The girl gasped in pure joy.
"You did? Whadyougetme? Whadyougetme? Whadyougetme?"
"I'm not telling!" Kyoya said stubbornly.
"Oh, come on!" She begged.
"I'm not telling!"
"It was doll." Older Kyoya said. The Hitachiins looked at him. "A porcelain doll. Mother said it wasn't meant to be played with, but she did anyway."
The Hitachiins smiled at each other. "I think we're done here."
"I agree."
"Wait!" Kyoya said, watching himself and his sister smiling and laughing. "Weren't you supposed to tell me something? What was I supposed to learn?" Before he could ask another question, the Hitachiis had grabbed him by the arms again. Once more his glasses fogged up, and he thought he was going to freeze.
"Think about it." The right one said.
"You have an hour or two before the next ghost comes." And without another word, they pushed him face down onto his bed.
"Hey!" Kyoya said indignantly, pushing himself up. But when he looked around, the room was completely empty.
