Dear Santa, I Can Explain…

A series of Holiday stories featuring Christmas letters the characters write to Santa trying to explain themselves before they end up with a lump of coal.

Warnings: Implied Chase shipping


Chapter 9 Honda and Blankey

Dear Santa,

I didn't have anything to do with it.

Ryuji may try to blame me, but it's his own fault.

How the hell am I supposed to know the 'proper' way to wash silk?

He shouldn't have put it in the laundry or he could have waited for his turn to wash clothes if I wasn't supposed to throw it in with everything else. (Like I'm going to read labels?)

It's also sooo not my fault that Blankey got a hold of that ridiculously expensive hair gel he uses. He should have picked it up when it fell off the dresser in the first place.

Oh well, there's no changing his mind, sometimes.

For Christmas I'd like someone at the front desk who actually knows what a carburetor IS, for Ryuji to leave his hair down more than once in a blue moon, a new motorcycle jacket (my old one has gotten small, and Ryuji stole it), for Blankey to cooperate JUST ONCE with a bath, and for Kaiba Corp not to be subject to an attempted hostile take over during the holidays (Well what ELSE could I get Kaiba, unless I stick a big ribbon on Jou?).

Blankey wants dog treats, some new chew toys, and for Ryuji to get the message that a blanket on the floor does NOT cut it in winter and she'll be sleeping either in our bed or on the couch, thank you very much.

Yours truly,

Hiroto Honda

(The Time Change Strikes Again)

"Hiroto!" Ryuji called from the kitchen, "Your dog is giving me weird looks again!"

Honda sighed, he didn't understand why it was so difficult for them to get along. Admittedly, Blankey had seniority, but Ryuji was, well, his boyfriend. It was honestly hard to say who came out on top…

Mostly because Ryu would never forgive him for picking Blankey, and Blankey would leave a nasty surprise in his shoe if he chose Ryu. Don't laugh, she'd done it before.

So he'd long since decided to remain neutral in the daily Dog/Dragon Wars, but he still heaved himself from the couch to referee in order to make sure there was no tackling, biting, or scratching with stubby little nails.

After all Ryuji was heavier and might actually do some damage.

Upon entering the kitchen Honda felt dread in the pit of his stomach.

"You're trying to bake cookies?" Insert terrified screaming here.

Ryuji looked up indignantly from his mixing bowl, "Correction, Hiroto, I am making cookies. And they are going to be fabulous. Well they will be once that furball stops creeping me out." The dice master jabbed his spoon in his nemesis's direction for emphasis.

Honda followed the spoon's indication and saw the German Shepard watching the baking attempt with interest.

"She's looking at me like she looks at her food dish," Ryuji insisted.

The brunette sighed, "Correction, Ryuji," he said borrowing his boyfriend's own words, "she's staring at your cookie dough the way she stares at her food dish."

Ryuji lowered his spoon, "Oh."

"Yeah."

There was an awkward silence as masters stared at dog and dog stared at bowl.

Blankey licked her lips.

Ryuji cleared his throat, "Well at least she as good taste." With that he bustled toward the oven from his kitchen table workstation, swatting his lover's finger from the dough as he moved.

Honda pouted, "I get the bowl if these are any good."

"They will be Hiroto, I asked your mom for her recipies."

Mollified and even encouraged, the brunette bravely stuck his finger into an off white mixture, licking it off, he frowned the flavor was familiar, but he could not place it. He stuck his finger in again he tried another bit.

A few minutes later Ryuji had put his cookies into the oven when…

"Okay Ryuji, I give up, what's this white batter?"

Confused, Ryuji turned, "What white-?" All color drained from his face, "HIROTO! That's just raw eggs and milk!" he screeched.

Two and a half hours later Ryuji had found a pay phone to tell Jou that no they weren't going anywhere until Hiroto had recovered from the food poisoning...


A/N This chapter was a bear to come up with. But I firmly believe that Ryuji and Blankey would have a rivalry going on.

A/N 2 I don't know how long it would take for Honda to recover but for the sake of my plot, he's sick as a dog Blankey barks in protest -it's just an expression- until further notice.