A/n This takes place after the Halloween drabble!

Disclaimer: I would like them for Christmas, but I haven't been that good!

Lesson Ten: Naughty or Nice?

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"You've got some nerve Mr. Riku."

Riku sighed; his form tired from Nevaeh's nagging. Somehow, everything that came from his mouth managed to enrage the white-haired lass no matter what.

"What did I do now Heaven?"

"Why did you have to go and tell Santa that I was bad? Now I'll never get a gift for Christmas!" Nevaeh yelled, pulling Riku into a headlock, his head pressed against the red cloth of her cloak resting on her collar bone.

Riku blinked, his aquamarine eyes vibrant through his black mask.

"What about the cross I gave you? That's a gift." Riku pointed out.

"Hm..." Nevaeh held a finger to her chin, pondering in thought. "True. Very true."

"..." Riku struggled against Nevaeh's grip, but she wouldn't let go. "Can you let go of me Heaven?"

"No! This is your punishment Mr. Riku!" Nevaeh snapped, her bright gold eyes flaming with embers. "And plus, I haven't had a Christmas gift in a long time!"

"Well, if you let go of me...I promise to get you something." Riku kept his face neutral, inwardly hoping that his face wouldn't give away his lie.

"Can it be anything?"

"Yeah, sure."

"Okay." Nevaeh grinned, holding onto Riku tighter. "I want a snowman!"

Riku blinked in surprised, but then scowled in annoyance. "Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Yes please!" She squealed happily, releasing her hold on Riku and skipping around in circles in the snow-covered clearing near Santa's workshop.

This girl is so childish.

"Fine." Riku sighed tiredly, and the two set to work.

A pat of snow here, and some rolling of ice there, and in about half an hour, Riku and Nevaeh stood back to observe their handiwork.

"He's funny looking..." Nevaeh commented. "Just like your face."

Ouch. Blow to Riku's ego, as he was so not funny looking.

"Ha ha. And that's why I told Santa you were bad."

"You aren't so nice yourself Mr. Riku." Nevaeh huffed, throwing her hood over her sensitive ears. "...Cold."

"..." Riku watched Nevaeh beside him. Her cheeks were flushed from the wind, and her skirt of her Little Red Riding Hood costume was hardly what you would call suitable for the wintry air. "Here."

Riku pulled Nevaeh into his arms, fully aware that she would blackmail him for it later. Nevaeh made no sound, whether grateful for the warmth and the hug or shocked beyond all belief. He didn't know.

What he did know (and without any interference from any doubts within the confines of his mind) that she did end up replying, a soft and gentle sound that he could barely hear at all.

"Thank you."

Huh.

Maybe Heaven isn't so bad after all.