Picture Perfect: Christmas Special!
Hi guys! =D Its me again. Guess what, this is a Christmas Special! 8D *confetti*
This is totally not connected to the plot, so yeah. :D I'm quite sorry that my update is delayed by this special chappie. I hope you enjoy! :D
Christmas morning. It was supposed to be the best, most awaited morning in the entire 365.75 days of the year. It was when sun was supposed to shine its yellow rays of warmth through your windows, as you sit under the Christmas tree, unwrapping gifts. It was when you could walk around the snow-covered lawn in your pajamas and no one would really care. It was when the Christmas breeze seeps through the cracks underneath your doors, which gets you in the mood for hot chocolate.
Well, at least that was supposed to be my ideal Christmas.
I forgot to close the curtains yesterday, and now, the harsh sunlight is poking at my eyelids, which were still too tired to open. Christmas Eve dinners were fantastic, don't get me wrong, but they just had to end so damn early in the morning and ruin my Christmas morning. Gah.
I yanked myself out of my bed and pulled my curtains in. Now, the sunlight was less painful to my eyes. I dragged my feet to the bathroom so I could wash my face. Walking down the stairs in a lazy and sleepy manner, it made me feel like a zombie. Oh yay, I'm a Christmas zombie now.
"Na-chan, you're up!" Mom called from the living room, taking a sip of what was probably her first cup of hot cocoa for the day.
I just waved, accompanied with a yawn. Sleep wasn't completely out of my system yet. My eyes adjusted to the room's lighting, then focused on our Christmas tree. It wasn't really a pine tree or anything, it was a cone-shaped imitation-tree made of blue plastic with glass ornaments dangling on them. Some of the Christmas balls were actually snow globes that were fun to shake, but very difficult to clean up after. There were also those Starbucks cup-shaped ornaments that were also made with glass with a plastic green straw poking out from the top. Nee-san wanted it.
Speaking of Rina-nee, there she was, under the tree, unwrapping her presents. On a personal opinion, she looks like a caveman hacking on a piece of meat.
There were big boxes, small ones, round ones, badly wrapped ones, and a palette of colours: our gifts. There were a lot of gifts, but they didn't mean much. They weren't supposed to. They were given by mom and dad's business contacts to us, to they'd be on my parents' good side. Kind of sad really. Christmas isn't supposed to be a formality.
I joined Rina-nee in being a prehistoric brute. Hey, it's Christmas.
"Ma, look! I got a Wacom Cintiq!" I exclaimed, waving the black box up with both my hands. She gave back a smile. Micki Designs's manager definitely knew my taste in things. I might ask Mama to get her something nice on her birthday. I unwrapped more gifts. They were mostly expensive gadgets that looked nice, but were no importance to me. I got 3 rice cookers, a fax machine, and an air cooler. What am I supposed to do with those?
There were also gifts from friends from Ouran. There was a kitty puppet (which looked like it was possessed), an Alice in the Wonderland-themed teacup set, branded bags, and even ham and cake. Come to think of it, I never got anything from any of the Host Club members…
There was now not a wrapped gift in sight. Wrapping paper shavings was all over the floor, and boxes were scattered across the living room. I'll have to ask the maids to cleanup later. While my sister was lying on her tummy, testing out a new game console she got, I decided that I'd go take a walk in my garden. It'll be like how I dreamed of Christmas, walking on a snow-covered lawn with my bare feet.
I pushed the backdoor open, feeling the cold Christmas breeze on my face. It was snowing too, but only gently. It was beautiful, the warm sunlight and the cold snow.
The café-styled tables were still out, probably from yesterday's dinner. I wouldn't blame the maids from getting too tired to clear away the furniture. I'd have died if I were still to do that…
There were a few people too, mostly of the female specie, probably enjoying the same gorgeous scenery.
"Welcome,~" sang a chorus of voices from one side of my garden. It was a bunch of teenage boys dressed up if fashionable Santa-themed clothes.
I guess even the holidays couldn't stop the Host Club.
Wait. THE HOST CLUB?
"OI! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" I screamed in a rampage, pointing accusing fingers at the boys, who are popularly known as the members of Ouran's host club. Its not that I didn't like them, but I had to know what they were doing on my lawn on Christmas morning.
"Calm down Nana-chan," said the boys alternately, raising their hands in defense. I was still berserk though. Who cared about manners? This is my house after all…
"For your information," spoke a voice that was as cold as the snow between my toes, "Your mother gave us the permission to use this area, since the tables from yesterday's party are still present, and there was no schedule booked. " Ugh. Seeing Ootori Kyouya still sent shivers down my spine. Or maybe it was because my feet were buried in the snow. Yes, it must be my feet…
"Whatever," I murmured and shrugged him away. What a great Christmas morning this is going to be.
The host club was doing their usual, pouring tea and pleasing women. I just stood there, watching them being the busy bees that they are. Everyone forgot about my existence after I behaved myself and learnt to shut up.
"Na-chan, you must be cold," said a voice, pretty much in contrast to Kyouya's. A warm cloth was draped over my back, and I turned to see who it was.
"Oh, hi Kaoru." I greeted. He had his festive suit on, but he only wore a black long-sleeved shirt for the top. Before I was about to ask him where his red coat was, I found it on my shoulders. I thanked him for keeping me warm. And for acknowledging my presence too, except I didn't say it out loud.
"Where's my gift?" He said, holding both palms out, his face imitating that of a Cheshire cat's.
"Wasn't it sent to your house?" I asked in confusion. I had mom send the Hitacchin's something nice for the holidays. I think it was a box some instant coffee that the host club was so fond of.
"That was from your family." He said dully. "Wait, let me get you some tea." His host club persona was kicking in.
I followed him towards the set-up counter that held the teacups and such. Walking halfway, I noticed that I couldn't really feel my feet.
"Ah!" I yelped. I twig poked in my feet. And it was bleeding. Turns out, snow does turn red, like in the movies…
"Oi, Na-chan, who asked you not to wear shoes?" Kaoru turned to me. There was a hint of worry and panic in the tone of his voice. Suddenly, I was off the ground, I felt the wind in my hair. I could fly! Man, Santa must really love me this year!
... or not.
I was hoisted up in Kaoru's arms as he rushed indoors. He sounded alarmed as he asked the maids to tend to my wound. Kaoru-kun, I'm not going to die by having a twig stuck in my foot.
But damn it was painful.
He sat me on the sofa, where my mom was sitting a few minutes ago, and watched anxiously as the maid was pulling out the twig, rubbing on some medication, and putting a band-aid on my foot.
"See? I'm still alive." I mocked, and told him not to worry too much. I grinned and tried to stand up, winced at the pain that surged through my foot, and threw myself back at the couch. "Okay, maybe I'm not too okay."
"Don't be too excited," the boy chuckled, ruffling the messy hair on my head. I felt a blush rise to my cheeks. He didn't have to be so nice to me… Maybe it was only his Host Club-self…
"Saa… what's your gift for me?" I teased. I wasn't really expecting anything, but I can hope, right?
"Here." He said with a smile, but his body motionless. Was he playing a joke?
"Where?" I was looking all over him for anything that resembled a colorful box with a ribbon.
"Na-chan," he sighed, "not all gifts come in Christmas wrappers…"
"Eh?" I pretended not to comprehend, but I think I know where this is going… There was a certain heat on my cheeks.
I felt warm and fuzzy all over, as the boy pulled me to a bear hug. It must be the Santa-fur…
"You don't need to be sad on Christmas morning." I felt his warm breath on my neck, "You have me to keep you happy…"
I think I'm getting a fever…
Okay, that was a bit lame. :I
I'm trying to be romantic here, but I just can't help being cheesy and lame. *bows in apology*
Also, in case any of you wonder why Kaoru perceives that Nana is sad, is because she has been having violent reactions early in the morning and she wasn't exactly smiling. Who'd be happy when your lawn was being invaded by you schoolmates during a holiday? Definitely not her.
:D
Anyway, please review! The next update is already half-done and it would be ready… say, after a few reviews?
