Here's the last one. Happy Holidays, and thanks for reading! -Rin

Rocking Around the Christmas Tree

The Seigaku regulars had been invited to a Christmas party hosted by Hyoutei, held at Atobe's mansion.

Mistletoe had been hung in all four corners of the room, though Atobe seemed to have declared the one nearest the tree his personal mistletoe. He had been standing under it and trying to get Tezuka to come closer for the past half hour.

Meanwhile, Momoshiro Takeshi was hovering near the food table, eating at least one of everything. His boyfriend, Echizen Ryoma, stood nearby looking bored.

"You gotta try this!" Momo spoke excitedly with his mouth full.

"I'll pass." Ryoma shook his head, more than half-wishing he'd stayed home with Karupin. He drifted away from the table, looking for a place to sit and not talk to people. Momo followed with a plateful of food.

They sat on an obnoxiously purple couch, and Momo inhaled everything on his plate, throwing it away when he finished.

"Look, mistletoe." Momo pointed to an empty corner of the room, where a small green sprig hung from the ceiling. "Let's go over there."

"No." Ryoma crossed his arms and refused to get up. Momo sat down next to him and threw an arm around him.

"C'mon, it's a tradition. You gotta come kiss me."

"We're in public." Ryoma pulled the brim of his hat down. Momo made some sort of strange face.

"What are you doing?" Ryoma raised an eyebrow.

"I'm trying to look cute."

"It's not working." Ryoma shook his head, and Momo stuck his tongue out at him.

"Hmph. Come on, even Buchou is doing it." He pointed at the far corner, where Tezuka had, it seemed, finally been convinced to join Atobe under the mistletoe.

"Don't care." Ryoma crossed his arms. Momo sighed in apparent defeat.

Suddenly Ryoma found himself being lifted and carried.

"I'll bring you to the mistletoe, then." Momo grinned as Ryoma squirmed.

"Put me down, people are looking!"

"Let them look." They heard the sound of a shutter and turned to see Fuji standing nearby with his camera.

Momo posed for another picture, turning so Ryoma would be in the frame (though he hid behind his hat).

All this commotion was drawing attention, and soon enough most of the room was staring (aside from Atobe and Tezuka, who were still a bit busy).

"Kiss!" Someone in the back started chanting (Ryoma could have sworn it was Mukahi), and the rest of the room took it up. "Kiss! Kiss!"

Ryoma sighed, knowing the only way to shut them up was to give them what they wanted. He took off his hat and held it over his face as he leaned in and kissed Momo, accompanied by the constant sound of Fuji's camera.

After that brief excitement, the party returned to normal. A few hours later, people began bundling up and heading home. Momo had decided to walk home with Ryoma.

When they reached his house, Momo leaned down for a goodnight kiss.

"Oh, so now you want to kiss me?"

"I never said I didn't. I just didn't want to cause a scene. And yet somehow you did." Ryoma rolled his eyes. "Good night."

Momo waved as Ryoma went inside. When Ryoma closed the door and turned around, he jumped. His father was standing behind him, smirking.

"So, how was the party?" Ryoma ignored Nanjirou and took off his shoes.

"Is that Fuji kid going to sell photos again?" Ryoma continued ignoring him and started heading for his bedroom.

"Your mom says you should bring your boyfriend to dinner one day. Maybe we can find some embarrassing pictures from when you were little to show him."

"Oyaji!"