Ezzy-chan and Leah-chan are back for the holidays! Be thrilled! Sorry we haven't posted in a while. We mostly only write when Leah-chan is over. So, here's a Christmas one for you all.

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Unto You a Child Is Born

High school was a drag. I think Karma hates me, because after all the crap Takuto went through to convince the government that he was really 18, and a senior in high school, I still barley saw him during the day. One class, and I mean one as in next to nothing. People think I see him enough but come on. Out of seven classes all we get is Religions together. So now I was sitting in my AP Euro falling asleep. I cradled my tired face in my right hand, and slowly, my face started to slip, and my eyes started to droop.

What was making me this tired?

"Mitsuki!" my teacher called. My chin abruptly fell off my hand, and my face hit the desk with a thud.

"Ah!" I yelled, holding my nose. "What?!" I hadn't quite realized where I was. Then my face slowly turned red as realization hit me. "S-sorry…" I stammered.

"Care to join the class now Kouyama?" she scowled at me, and returned to the board with a flip of her blonde hair she was so proud of. As if it was real or anything. We all knew it was dyed.

Arg, I hate this! What's with me lately? I've been so grouchy...

Briefly, thoughts of Takuto drifted into my mind. Which class did he have anyway? Pre-cal...? I'm not sure. Any other day I would've known, but today I was a little off for some reason. My wide hazel eyes bore holes into the clock, and as if on cue, the bell rang. I hopped up and grabbed my backpack, rushing for the door.

"Now she's up…" my teacher grumbled to herself, sitting on her desk and sighing heavily. I smiled and nearly skipped to my next class, my Religions class. AKA, my only class with Takuto. I rounded the corner, playing with the thought of running to my class, when I face planted someone's broad chest. A very well sculpted chest, may I add.

"Ow!" I held my already bruised nose, closing my eyes momentarily. "What is it with you people today?"

"Whad I do?" a smooth voice reached my ears. My eyelids fluttered open. Oh… Oh! I looked up over the tips of my fingers and saw the one person I loved.

"Takut___" I was cut off when he pushed my hands out of the way, and smashed his mouth onto mine. Great, my face was going to be all full of bruises tomorrow. But oh well, it was worth it. His mouth moved against mine in such a familiar pattern I couldn't help but smile. He pulled back.

"What?" he grinned back down at me. I shook my head, offering my hand for him to grab, which he did. For a bit we just walked down the hallways in comfortable silence. "No seriously, what's up?"

My eyes met his and a groan escaped me. "The teachers are out to get me," was all I decided to say.

He chuckled though. Takuto found lots of things funny. "Me too. They're all like that," he remarked after a moment, continuing to guide us to the very familiar classroom we were both very thankful for.

We took our usual seats in the back of the room, and our teacher, Furumi-sensei, began talking. Don't get me wrong, only Takuto was distracted by sitting in the back. I actually payed attention, though it was a surprising feat because he always tickled my hand and entwined his fingers with mine repeatedly.

"Alright class, we've covered everything, and winter break it coming up soon, so I have to come up with something to teach you before the semester is over…" he rubbed his stubble covered chin. An awkward silence filled the room as he thought things over. Everyone had their hands held under the table, fingers crossed. Many had experienced something like this in earlier classes, where teachers who had nothing to fill the time gave them tests and pop quizzes. They were just hoping to get by without any homework.

Takuto and I on the other hand weren't worried. It only gave us more excuses for him to come over and hang out. Grandmother was still very wary of Takuto. My supersticious boyfriend still thinks she's psychic, but I beg to differ. She just doesn't want to see one more thing get stolen from her. A tear was threatening to roll down my cheek.

And there go my emotions again!

Suddenly, Furumi-sensei's dark brown eyes lit up, and he snapped his fingers in triumph.

"Christmas!" he said brightly, writing it on the board in large, capital letters.

For a second no one said anything, unsure what exactly that was supposed to mean. "Christmas, Sensei?" a boy in the front inquired. Takuto's soft breath fell on my ear, carrying with it a hint of the word 'nerd'.

Just to show I heard, I smacked him lightly on the knee. He frowned, but continued to rest his head on top of mine, distracted already by my ebony locks.

"We're going to have a Christmas Pageant!" he said, almost jumping in excitement now. He was like a child sometimes, being so overly enthusiastic about some things. "Zenjiro-san can organize it. I want you to pick the actors and actresses and get someone to write the script. Nothing goes on in this pageant unless Zenjiro-san approves of it, understood?"

The boy who Takuto had labeled 'nerd' stood proudly in front of the class, adjusting his glasses nervously.

"I'll go print out some forms that your guardians can sign so you may attend practices. Get to work, class!" he instructed everyone before leaving promptly with some papers in hand.

One girl raised her hand shyly. She was a new exchange student this year by the name of Heather. She was from America, with a slight tan, caramel hair, and light blue eyes, but she was very self-concious and kept to herself. Many of the boys had pictured some girl with big breasts, and were dissapointed. But Heather's very nice when you get to know her.

Zenjiro nodded to her and she cleared her throat softly. "I'll write the script. Since I'm Christian I know the story by heart," she offered, holding up a notebook. For being an American, she was quite fluent in Japanese, the teachers would tell you.

He smiled toothily at her. "Sure. How about we have a rough draft by Friday?" he asked.

Heather nodded and began to scribble some things on her notebook, looking up at the clock occasionally.

Zenjiro then slapped the teacher's desk rather loudly, capturing everyone's attentions, even the slackers in the back.

Takuto looked up from my hair, which he had been playing with. "What parts should we include in the pageant?"

"Mary, Joseph, three wise men, a couple shepherds... King Herod, some angels and an innkeeper. Maybe some narrators, something like that," Takuto called out, still rather bored with the activities.

Zenjiro stared at Takuto thoughtfully. Takuto glared right back at him, wondering what the little book worm (his words, not mine) would want from him. Then Zenjiro smiled, nodding to himself. "Anything else?"

Takuto frowned. "Yeah. Where are we performing this?"

"The school auditorium, most likely. I just got permission from the office," Furumi-sensei answered, entering the classroom unexpectedly.

"That's pretty big. We making props and backdrops?" Takuto asked, for once getting into the activities. A faint smile crossed my features. He liked working hard, but only on things he was interested in. Of course, things on stage would.

Takuto was thinking the same thing I was no doubt, remembering his singing days, which would hopefully come again.

Furumi-sensei seemed to realize Takuto's interest in the project as well. "You can direct the construction of it then, Takuto-san," he assured the eager 'senior'.

Then Zenjiro frowned, realizing a dilemma in the plan he had been concocting seconds earlier. "Furumi-sensei, that is all well and all, but seeing as there is obviously the perfect couple for the leads right here in this room, do you think it is possible for Kira-san to do two things?" Zenjiro inquired, crossing his arms and gazing right at my boyfriend.

Takuto tensed, not sure what the heck he was talking about.

A grin covered Furumi-sensei's face. "Yes... I agree. Zenjiro, you and I will discuss parts with whoever the script-writer is and hand out scripts tomorrow. Everyone get a form when you leave," he announced before going behind his computer to organize the event.

"The script-writer is Heather," Zenjiro informed him.

"Perfect. You two come back here. Let's talk," Furumi-sensei called to them. The two went up to the front while I turned to Takuto, eyebrows raised.

Takuto shrugged. Apparently neither of us had a clue as to what was going on. That is... until...

"Kira Takuto? As Joseph?" The class went deathly quiet as everyone either turned to stare at Furumi-sensei after his outburst, or Takuto.

Zenjiro nervously scratched the back of his head. "Him and Mitsuki are already dating... and... uh... Well, Mitsuki does make the perfect Mary," Zenjiro tried to defend himself.

Furumi-san frowned, leaning back in his chair. Then he began to eye Takuto suspiciously. "I understand your reasoning, but mister Kira here does not participate often. Studious... That word should not be mentioned in the same sentence as him," he muttered, unaware that everyone caught the insult to my poor boyfriend.

He tensed, about to defend his pride, but Heather beat him to it. "It's fine, really, Furumi-sensei. If he doesn't fit it now, I'll write the script so he fits the part perfectly. When I'm done, you'll think he was born to be Joseph. Since Mitsuki truly is made for Mary, we don't have to do anything with her. No worries. Trust me on this, Furumi-sensei," Heather assured both of the men by the desk. She was very confident in her work, and there was a determined gleam in her eyes. No one questioned her. There was no doubt that she would make Takuto the perfect Joseph.

Not that I ever thought Takuto couldn't handle the part...

A week had passed, so now there were only two and a half more weeks till Christmas, leaving only a meer two weeks until our pageant. Everyone had received their parts, giving Takuto and me plenty of time together. Our excuse was solid. Not that we didn't rehearse occasionally, but think about it. You're in a room with the greatest, hottest guy on Earth and he loves you. What are two hormonal teenagers to do?

Plus, we had the advantage. Since I was still a popstar, busy schedule and all with a new album coming out, and since Takuto had been a singer, we both easily memorized our lines.

Which was good, because with the new album coming out, Oshige-san and I had a lot of work to do and little time to do it before the holidays were upon us. But, there was hope. If I could do it when I was twelve, then I could do it as a teenager with a little extra time and effort.

Time I didn't have... But if there's a will, there's a way! I will do this!

So, it was Saturday now, and after completing a photo shoot for SpotLight magazine, Takuto and I started the walk to school to rehearse with the rest of the group in the auditoriium.

We swung our clasped hands back and forth, both of us giving off the aura of two people in love (because that's what we were) as we made our way.

A couple days ago I had finally figured out why I felt so off lately. A faint smile crossed my face as my free right hand softly rested on my stomach, cradling a small bump. I continued to stare at my belly as we walked.

"Something wrong?" Takuto inquired.

I frowned slightly. I didn't want to have to lie to him. "Don't worry about it. I just felt a little queasy after I ate something last night. I'll tell Tanaka," I assured him. Hopefully I would find a way to tell him.

He nodded, nuzzling my head with his nose lovingly. "Come on. We're here," he told me, pulling me along with a smile towards the auditorium. Inside, the cast and crew was running around frantically while Zenjiro barked out orders.

Heather was going over the script, helping people put the correct feeling into their lines. Hisano was organizing the props and setting them up, which got a thumbs up from Takuto.

"Ah! Now that our stars have arrived, we can start!" My eyes widened, and I pointed to Takuto in accusation. Takuto put a hand to his chest and made a shocked gasp, mouthing 'moi?' which forced a giggle out of me. Zenjiro nodded glaring at the gorgeous, sexy beast at my side, and put his lips to the megaphone. "Places everyone! Lets start from Act 1 Scene 2, when Mary is telling Joseph what the angel told her," he clapped his hands, and the cast scattered, leaving Takuto and I alone on stage. "Kira-san, where do you guys think you should stand? You are the stage director basically." Takuto grinned cockily, grabbing my hand and taking me over to the back left corner of the stage, where Hisano placed the My stomach lurched, and suddenly I felt like puking. But it wasn't because I was nervous. I felt like telling Takuto, but it was a really random time, so I held my piece. I had an idea anyway.

"And...ACTION!"

I looked up from under my eye lashes and picked at my costume. The two of us winced slightly when the spot light abruptly turned on, blinding us momentarily. Even when our eyes adjusted, there were still colorful spots dancing in our vision. He grinned at me and waited for me to say my line.

"Joseph last night, an angel came to me and told me that I would bear a son, and he would be the son of God," I said, bowing my head and smiling as I cupped my stomach.

All I had to do was wait for his line and it would all fall into place... Hopefully."What? Seriously?" he said dramatically. I had to contain my laughter, even though we had rehearsed this so many times. Heather hadn't been lying. This was exactly like him.

But now was not the time to make remarks about scripts. I had my plan to fulfill. "Joseph..I'm pregant," I said, looking up at him.

He was probably questioning my sanity right about now. We both knew our lines by heart. "Wha- I know. An angel came and told you," he said. He raised an eyebrow in question, but he went along with it for now. We were going against the script, but there was only one way to say it.

"No, Joseph, I'm pregant!" I said, confused on why I wasn't getting a decent reaction from him. I was getting frustrated. Why were boys. So. Dense?

Takuto was also getting a bit frustrated himself. "I know! An angel came and told you last night!" he raised his voice at me, and mouthed 'What are you doing?'

"No! Takuto! The stick I peed on told me!"

And that's the end of the Christmas chapter. We hope you all enjoyed it. Leah-chan and I had lots of fun. This is one of our personal favorites, even if its not that long.

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