Lol wut?

Explanation for this in the author's note at the end... xD

FYI, takes place between the ending of FSC and the arrival of Kuroki's parents.

Enjoy!

-Kai

Well this took a long time...

~Ryuu

Christmas (Eve) Special (Chrispe? Krispy?)
Time Frame: After FSC, Middle of ODL

"Does she do this every year?" Ryoma deadpanned, sitting on the top step in front of his house. Kuroki, standing beside him, sighed good-naturedly as she tugged her gloves on.

"Whenever there's snow, yeah," she answered, stuffing her hands in the pockets of her coat for extra warmth. Her voice was muffled by the scarf around her neck. "It's not the first time she's seen it but... well, she's Sayuki," she finished lamely, for lack of a better word.

"An idiot," Ryoma offered in monotone.

"Yup." Kuroki shrugged. "An idiot. What can you do?"

"Stop her from running around in the snow with only a T-shirt, khaki cargo pants, and socks on before she catches a cold," Ryoma muttered, standing up and brushing the snow off of him.

"Man, wait till you see Suigo," Kuroki smirked. "You go drag her back in. I'm going back into your house, where it's nice and warm and has hot chocolate and warm cookies waiting to be eaten."

"Keep them away from Sayuki," Ryoma murmured, pausing momentarily to warm his hands with his breath. He heard Kuroki's snicker and the door slamming behind him, and he gave a resigned sigh as he walked down the steps to the crazy girl fascinated with the falling snow.

"Ryoma, Ryoma!" she laughed, running up to him in a fashion that was anything but graceful. "Loo- EEP!"

Sayuki tripped on an unseen object in the snow and fell flat on her face. Ryoma stared at the girl at his feet, struggling to remove the smirk from his face.

"What is it?" he asked, crouching down so he was level with her. She grinned and chucked a handful of snow at him. Reflexively, he held up a hand to block it, but the snow sprayed onto his face anyways. He blinked and Sayuki burst out into laughter.

"I finally got something to hit you!" she grinned, pointing at him.

"Great," he muttered, standing up and offering a hand to her. She accepted it and he flinched at the touch. He could feel the cold of her hand even through his gloves.

"C'mon, go inside and put on something warmer," he said, brushing some snow off her shoulder. "It's Christmas Eve, you don't want to get hypothermia do you?"

"Can I have your earmuffs then?" Sayuki asked, pointing at the red fluffy things on his head. He sighed and placed them on her ears. She grinned and they made their way back to the house.

"You know, we should get some eggnog," Sayuki mused, peeling off her socks as she entered the doorway. Ryoma glanced at her from the corner of his eyes.

"What for?" he asked, wiping his shoes on the mat. She shrugged.

"We're having a party tonight, and I like eggnog," she answered simply. "And eggnog is for Christmas."

"Sugar?" he asked warily.

"Not enough to send me hyper," Sayuki giggled. "Kuroki's let me have it before."

"Sure, then," Ryoma shrugged, entering the kitchen. "When are the others getting here?"

"At six!" Sayuki yelled as she ran up the stairs. She swore with each step, making Ryoma smirk and Kuroki laugh. "Ow, fuck, dammit, the hell was I thinking! Fucking. Cold. Feet. HURT!"

"I warned you!" Kuroki called.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND BOIL SOME WATER FOR ME, BITCH!"

Ryoma raised an eyebrow. "Negative?"

"Hell yeah," Kuroki muttered. "This'll be a fun three hours. Just wait till she comes back down, geared up and already hyper and un-negative off of snow, yelling-"

"C'mon guys, let's go! It's snowing!"

"Great," Ryoma smirked. "I owe you for that snowball."

Kuroki's sisters arrived first.

By then, Kuroki, Sayuki, and Ryoma had already gone through three snowball fights, set up the house with mistletoe traps, finished making brownies and cookies (which Sayuki and Ryoma did not help with; Sayuki turned out to be hopeless at baking despite being able to cook, and Ryoma just didn't belong in the kitchen), finished decorating the Christmas tree, and set up more traps for their unsuspecting visitors.

Nanjirou approved.

Ryoma's mother was considerably less enthusiastic about their traps, but conceded that her boy had to have inherited some of his father's genes, and the mischief portion was the lesser of two evils. Nanako was out with a few friends; she wouldn't be back until noon the next day.

Ryoma's parents conveniently disappeared when the doorbell rang. The only bit that they wanted to know of the chaos that was sure to ensue was that the kids were going to clean it up. The kids were going to have no interference from them.

Kuroki rushed to open the door, smirking uncontrollably as she greeted her sisters. They looked at her oddly, probably suspecting a trick when-

"SNOWBALL TO THE FACE!"

Pffhh. (Kai: I seriously don't know what sound a snowball makes shutup)

Akai and Aoiri gaped at the three younger kids, the snow falling from their face to the ground.

Sayuki and Kuroki burst out into uncontrollable laughter. Ryoma didn't look far behind.

Still gaping, and looking slightly silly as she did so, Akai bent down and scooped up a handful of snow. She passed it to Aoiri, who snapped her jaw shut and packed the snow into a ball.

"DIE!"

A snowball fight, a Suigo prank, a hyper Sayuki, and an Inui Juice later, everyone (consisting of the the former regulars, Kuroki and her sisters, Sayuki, Ryoma, Furei, and the Dai-Sui-Ka trio) had arrived and gotten pranked at least once.

Because of the male to female ratio, more often than not it was two guys caught under the mistletoe that Kuroki had so sneakily set up around the house. It had resulted in some... awkward moments. And it was in one of those awkward moments that Sayuki had thrown everyone outside for a giant snowball fight.

Which she lost. Spectacularly.

"Ryoma!" Sayuki whined, chucking a snowball halfheartedly at him. He dodged and tilted his head to the side.

"What?"

"We didn't get eggnog..."

She looked at Kuroki with the most pitiful puppy eyes she could muster.

"Fine," Kuroki groaned. "It's only seven, there should still be a few markets open."

"OKgreat Tezuka-senpai gowithher kaybye c'monguys let'sgoback inside!" Sayuki said hurriedly. Within a millisecond, the whole group minus Tezuka and Kuroki had disappeared inside the house. Kuroki blinked, still trying to comprehend what Sayuki had just said.

Tezuka frowned and stepped up to open the door when there was a click.

"Tezuka-senpai, I just locked the door," Sayuki's voice informed him from the other side. "And I'm not unlocking it until you and Kuroki come back with my eggnog."

"The hell Sayuki!" Kuroki demanded, banging on the door. "Unlock! Now!"

"Man, it's a good thing you guys figured out what I was saying faster than Kuroki did, otherwise we'd be out there where she could maim us."

"OPEN. THE. DOOR."

"Or you'll huff and you'll puff and you'll blow Ryoma's house in!" Sayuki sing songed. "And Suigo says, 'Not by the hair on my chinny-chin chin!'"

"Hey, why my chin!" Suigo protested.

"Um... Because... You're the first pig to be eaten by the wolf," Sayuki answered.

"Has Suigo-kun ever tried Inui Juice?" Fuji mused. "It seems like it'd be an interesting experience for him."

"Okay, that's it," Kuroki grumbled. "Just walk away, Kuroki, just walk away... Pretend you don't know the crazy people..."

"Pretend you don't know the strange girl talking to herself," Tezuka replied in monotone. "Just walk away..."

"Shaddup."

"I don't even know what's so good about eggnog," Kuroki muttered into her scarf, her voice muffled. "Never had it."

"Neither have I," Tezuka answered. They stared at the aisles in front of them.

"So do you have any idea where the hell to start looking?" Kuroki asked. Tezuka shrugged and she stalked off, muttering under her breath something about how stubborn boys and their goddamn pride wouldn't let them ask for help even if they were hanging on the edge of a cliff. She returned a few moments later with a store assistant, who soon led them to the eggnog.

"I recommend this one," the woman smiled, handing them a carton.

"Thanks," Kuroki answered, taking it. The woman nodded and walked off as Kuroki grabbed a few more cartons.

"Wallet, wallet," she muttered, patting her pockets as she set the cartons down on the counter. The clerk checked the prices as Kuroki fumbled around.

"Thank you very much and have a nice day!" Kuroki blinked and glanced at Tezuka, who was already past the automatic sliding doors with the plastic bag in hand, putting his wallet back into his pocket.

"The hell did he get over there?" Kuroki grumbled, running after him. The attendant and clerk exchanged smiles.

"What an adorable couple," the attendant sighed.

"They look a little young to be buying alcoholic eggnog though," the clerk answered. He shrugged. "I must be getting older."

The attendant stared at him.

"That was alcoholic?"

"Yes...? Why?"

"I... don't think they're of legal age."

"... You don't think they'll sue, do you?"

"You didn't have to pay, you know," Kuroki said, tugging at the plastic bag. Both of them were holding onto it, since they both stubbornly refused to let the other carry the burden. Kuroki called him a chauvinist bastard; he retorted that he paid for it, he would carry it. Kuroki shot back that since he paid for he, she should carry it, and so on and so forth.

Finally, after almost five minutes of bantering and bickering, he sighed, stopping in front of the house.

"Are you always this difficult?" he muttered, knocking on the door.

"Are you always so you?" she grumbled, kicking the door open. "SAYUKI! We're here with your damn eggnog!"

"Great!" Sayuki grinned, flying down the stairs. "Look up!"

Tezuka and Kuroki immediately turned their gaze upwards. And groaned.

"I fucking hate you," Kuroki growled, glaring at the innocent mistletoe dangling above their heads. She looked forward and gaped.

"Why the hell does Suigo have a hat with mistletoe hanging from the front of it!" she demanded. Sayuki glanced back and watched as Ryoma chucked tennis balls at Suigo from a distance, trying to knock the idiotic hat off. No one was going near Suigo.

"Long story," Sayuki answered nonchalantly. "Anyways, gotta obey the rules of Christmas!"

"Like hell," Kuroki snarled, just as Tezuka answered, "As if."

"Too bad." They whirled around to face Kaze, who was standing outside, snow slowly piling on his shoulders. He tilted his head to the side innocently... and pushed.

Their lips had barely touched when Kuroki stepped forward, knocking Tezuka onto the floor to regain her balance. She pivoted and aimed a punch at Kaze, who caught her fist and soon had her twisted in a headlock.

Sayuki would've helped her best friend out of her predicament had she not been laughing hysterically on the ground. Ryoma chucked a tennis ball at Kaze, who let Kuroki go to catch it. Kaze tossed it back to Ryoma.

"I'm guessing that's the equivalent of a high five for tennis freaks and ice cubes who refuse to speak more than seven words a minute," Kuroki choked, regaining her breath. She held out a hand to Tezuka, who was still on the floor. "Sorry about that, I had to at least try to get a punch in." She pulled him up and Sayuki looked like the smirk on her face could not be removed even if you tried to burn her face.

"Aoiri-san and Akai-san were kind enough as to hide in the corner with cameras to capture the moment," Fuji smiled, gesturing at the shadows. The sister leaped out, dancing away from their furious sibling.

"Eggnog!" Sayuki squealed, leaping for the plastic bag. Ryoma handed her a cup, knowing that she wouldn't be able to wait long enough to go to the kitchen to get one herself. He went to put the rest of the cartons in the fridge as she opened one and poured herself a cup.

"Is it good?" he asked, ignoring the chaos around him. Sayuki grinned and nodded enthusiastically. He smirked and leaned down, kissing her. When he pulled back, she laughed at the face he made.

"It tastes weird," he mumbled, licking his lips. "You go enjoy your eggnog. I'm going to make sure Momo-senpai doesn't break my house or anything."

"Me!" the older boy protested. "Why don't you tell that to Taka-san! That Suigo brat handed him a racket and now he's in BURNING!-mode in your kitchen."

"Dammit... I'll be there in a second!" Ryoma stood up and left for the kitchen.

"Don't die in there!" Sayuki called cheerfully, waving at his back as she poured herself another cup of eggnog.

"Thanks for your unending faith in my abilities..."

"Lyyoomaa, I love you," Sayuki slurred happily, draping herself on Ryoma's shoulders. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, hands busy trying to pry Taka from his racket.

"Why are you speaking in English?" he asked, finally managing to break his senpai's iron girp with the help of everybody else.

"Whuh?" She blinked sleepily at him, then seemed to choke on something and ran off to the bathroom.

Somewhat concerned now, Ryoma turned to Kuroki.

"That's never happened before," Kuroki muttered. "She might just be having another side effect of her eyes or something... Do you think we should call Suigo's parents?" Ryoma shook his head.

"She's just acting... drunk."

"Can't think of why," she answered with a shrug. "Well, she's back. I'll go make sure your house isn't wrecked. You can deal with her."

"She's your best friend," he said, giving her a questioning look. "I'd think you'd care more about her."

"I know I can trust her to you," was her only reply. Kuroki walked off to clean up the mess Momo had made after pouring himself some eggnog and Ryoma nearly fell face first when Sayuki glomped him again.

"Sayuki," he sighed as patiently as he could, "what do you need?"

"Love you, Lyoma." She planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek and promptly went to collapse on the couch.

Then came the most terrifying, traumatizing, disturbing, horrifying...

Tezuka Kunimitsu, the former captain of the Seigaku tennis team, walked out of the kitchen with a wide, goofy grin, draped himself over Inui, and instantly began babbling about how proud he was of Seigaku and how he was honored to have such amazing friends and how THE WORLD IS A HAPPY PLACE AND I LOVE YOU ALL.

Inui turned to Tezuka with a school girl-like giggle and replied that he felt the same. The two giggled to each other until Inui stumbled and both of them crashed to the floor, only able to untangle themselves with the help of Eiji and Fuji. Normally, Oishi would have helped as well, but the responsible one was busy tap dancing on the kitchen counter and juggling plates.

Bewildered, Ryoma turned away from the kitchen and spotted Kaidoh and Momo having a very serious conversation about the probability that they had been lovers in a previous life but alien life forms from Pluto's moon had invaded their bodies and taken over their personalities. Taka was sobbing in a corner about how he was useless, and a strangely talkative Kaze was comforting him. Daichi lay on the floor having a spasm that was somewhat reminiscent of a seizure, except that he was laughing hysterically.

With his mind unable to process what was going on around him, Ryoma turned to the couch and saw something that resembled his normal life: Kuroki was tending to an unconscious Sayuki, who was giggling maniacally in her sleep. He couldn't find Akai or Aoiri, but he had a sneaking suspicion that the twins were hiding away and video taping the chaos.

Trying to sort through the madness around him, Ryoma set about trying to search for Furei and found him shivering underneath the kitchen sink, wrapped straightjacket-style in Eiji's coat. With chokes, sobs, and whimpers, the boy recounted the tale of how Eiji and Fuji had ambushed him from the shadows just as he had been going to the bathroom and stuffed the poor child underneath the sink. Ryoma took Furei upstairs to the bathroom so that he could take a shower and go to sleep without being disturbed by... everything that was going on in the Echizen house.

With Furei safely out of the way, Ryoma took a deep breath and turned to face the chaos head on.

"... Captain Tezuka, please put your shirt back on and get off the kitchen counter."

Tezuka beamed at Ryoma and pulled on his shirt, his head poking through an armhole and his arm through where his head should be and the other arm trapped underneath the fabric, struggling to find a hole that wasn't there. With his free hand, he pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose.

"What the hell is going on?" Ryoma muttered to himself, eye twitching as he took in the sight in front of him. It was far too horrifying for his mind to fully process without shutting down, and so he automatically averted his eyes towards the ceiling. Which turned out to be a bad idea.

"NYAN!"

Karupin and Eiji simultaneously leaped from the ceiling light and crashed into Ryoma, sending them into a ball of entangled limbs. They rolled until they hit the couch, jolting Sayuki awake and Kuroki out of her chair. Ryoma managed to extract himself from the bunch with a minimal amount of scratches.

"What the hell is happening?" he groaned, clinging onto the couch for support. Kakura and Karupin both scampered away to join Furei where life was less chaotic and made more sense.

"I have no fucking clue," Kuroki answered, helping Sayuki into her seat again. "I need something to drink, I don't think I can handle this..."

"In the kitchen," he informed her. As she left, he wondered how his parents could stay asleep with the racket going on.

Ryoma wanted to kick the next puppy he saw, because when Kuroki came out of the kitchen, she was just as crazy as the rest.

"What did you drink?" he demanded, pushing her away from Sayuki. The two were trying to glomp each other and it was freaking him out.

A LOT.

"Eggnog, duh," Kuroki answered, rolling her eyes. "Lemme go! SAYUKI!"

"KURO~"

"Egg..." Ryoma dropped the girls and let them tackle each other into the ground. He weaved between flying cake batter (how had Fuji-senpai gotten that?) and Inui swinging Tarzan style from a rope they had nailed into the ceiling (when that had happened, Ryoma had no idea) and reached the kitchen, where he grabbed the nearest carton of eggnog he could find.

"... Contains alcohol?"

"... And that's why your son is drunk. Sorry. Could you please come and pick him up? I apologize for the inconvenience... No, it's fine. Not at all. Thank you."

With a sigh, Ryoma hung up the phone. Having just called the families of all of his friends, he collapsed on the couch, exhausted with dealing with the insanity around him. He opened an eye blearily when he felt the couch dip with another person's weight.

"What do you need, Sayuki?" he murmured, closing his eyes again. Even drunk, he trusted Sayuki not to disturb him too badly.

"Everybody's mommies and daddies came to pick them up," she informed him, still not switching back to Japanese. "Now it's only me, Kuroki and her sisters, Mister Tezuka, Mister Fuji, Kaze, and you."

"That was fast," he said, sitting up straight and blinking furiously. It seemed like a soda can had been shaken and exploded into a tornado which then left as soon as it was capable. Now the house was almost wholly deserted, though there were a few strangled strains of song coming from the kitchen, followed by a few hiccups and the sound of cups being slammed on the table.

"No it wasn't," Sayuki said nonchalantly, hopping off the couch. "You've been asleep on there for half an hour. It's just about midnight, you know?"

"Wha-" Ryoma climbed off of the couch and found that he felt sore, as if he really had been sleeping on it. "So are Captain Tezuka, Fuji-senpai, and Kaze going to leave?"

"Fuji's on his way out the door, Kaze's staying the night, and Tezuka's parents are out at a party," Sayuki shrugged. "And Kuro and her sisters are staying too."

"Wonderful," Ryoma muttered, staggering into the kitchen. "Nobody stayed to clean up..."

"I'll help clean!" Sayuki piped up helpfully. She followed him into the kitchen and promptly tripped over a spatula, knocking over a stack of oddly placed and precariously balanced plates. Ryoma barely managed to catch them before they hit the floor.

"How about you don't do that and get the others into a bed while I clean up?" Ryoma suggested, gesturing to the pile of unconscious bodies lying on the tile floor.

"Okay!"

"... When I said a bed, I didn't exactly mean one bed..."

"You never specified," Sayuki whined defensively, crossing her arms over her chest. Ryoma smiled despite his sigh and went to pull Tezuka's fist from Kuroki's mouth. It took a good five minutes, but he eventually got the three sleeping people untangled.

"Sayuki, what time is it?"

"12:05! Let's go open our presents!" The girl hopped up and down impatiently, then stumbled and collapsed on the overcrowded bed. Scratching his head, Ryoma dragged Sayuki off and dumped her on the couch near the Christmas tree.

"I'm going to open your presents if you don't wake up," he warned. She bolted up right, then groaned and slowly lay herself back down, holding her head in pain.

"My head hurts," she moaned. "But don't you dare touch my presents."

"I guess the alcohol wore off," Ryoma muttered. "Here. This one's for you from Kuroki."

They opened their presents until they only had one left each: from each other. They grinned and counted down, tearing off the wrapping in unison. They looked at the gift they held in their hands and laughed together.

"Amazing..."

"99 bottles of sheep on the wall, 99 bottles of sheep... take one down, pass it around 98 bottles of sheep on the wall."

Tezuka cracked open an eye blearily. Kuroki lay beside him, her eyes wide open and staring vacantly at the ceiling while she continued to recite the strangled strains of her demented song. Kaze whacked her in his sleep.

"Either count sheep or sing 99 Bottles, don't do both," he grunted, his voice muffled from the pillow. Kuroki ignored him and kept rambling.

"Stop."

She shut her mouth and turned to Tezuka.

"Need to distract myself from headache."

"You're giving me a headache," Kaze grumbled.

"What the hell was in that eggnog? It was worse than bastard Inui's Kurozu..."

"Alcohol. I think it was alcoholic eggnog," Tezuka answered, getting up slowly.

"Why alcohol?" the younger boy muttered. "What time is it?"

"No idea... just shut up and let me sleep."

"You shut up first," Kaze retorted. Kuroki blinked open an eye and raised an eyebrow at him.

"You're very snarky when you're tired, aren't you?"

"Kakura, make your owner shut up before my headache gets worse."

"Hey- Kakura- wait, no! Stop it-"

"I'm going to go to the bathroom," Tezuka sighed, climbing out of bed. "Please endeavor to keep the house intact."

"No promises," Kuroki warned. "Dammit, Kakura! Why are you listening to Kaze and not me? Kaze, call her off, call her off!"

"Will you shut up if I do?"

"DOES IT SOUND LIKE I WILL IF YOU DON'T?"

"I'm pretty sure you just killed all of our heads..."

Nanjirou buried his head under his pillow, while his wife beside him had given up completely on trying to go to sleep and was reading a magazine by the light of the lamp on the desk beside her.

"Those darn brats," Nanjirou snarled bitterly. "They're never going to go to sleep..."

"It's Christmas, what do you expect?" his wife answered curtly, turning a page. "They're only children."

"But why my house?" he whined.

"You offered."

"They could've warned me that this was coming, though," Nanjirou muttered, unable to retort.

"And don't think you're getting away with letting them in here before asking me," she answered, snapping the magazine shut and turning to give her husband a sharp stare. "There will be consequences."

Nanjirou whimpered, shrinking back into the bed and making a mental note that this was the worst Christmas ever, including that one time that he had met that one lady...

Tezuka paused at the living room door, then entered to find Sayuki and Ryoma still awake and quietly talking to each other next to the Christmas tree.

"Ah, Tezuka-senpai, you're awake," Sayuki grinned, giving a little wave. Tezuka gave her a brief nod in acknowledgment.

"Headache?" Ryoma asked, leaning back on his hands. Tezuka's small grimace told him all he needed to know.

"Who would've thought that you guys had gotten alcoholic eggnog by accident?" Sayuki sighed, tossing an empty gift box back and forth. "I guess whoever sold it to you thought you were older than you really are. Tezuka-senpai, you really do look mature for your age."

"Hn... I've been told that," he answered. "I see you've already opened your presents."

"Yep! You wanna open yours or do you want to wait till morning?"

"I'll wait," he said. "The other two are fighting in the room..."

"My head hurts too much to go break up the fight," Sayuki whined. She turned hopeful eyes to Ryoma, who sighed and stood up, wincing as his joints cracked.

"If I return with injuries, I blame you," he muttered, marching off into the dark room. Tezuka followed to ensure that nothing would break, leaving Sayuki beside the tree by herself.

She closed her eyes until the throbbing in her head subsided somewhat. She was used to headaches by now and could ignore them, but apparently hangovers were a bit different from your average headache.

She reached over and grabbed her present to Ryoma for a distraction: a new tennis racket and a canister of tennis balls. She popped a ball from the container and bounced it in her hand before picking up Ryoma's gift for her: a set of art coloring supplies, including markers, colored pencils, paints, and even crayons.

Sayuki had to smile at the subtle message he was sending. Colors.

She pulled out a marker and began to draw.

"Stop fighting," Ryoma growled, pulling Kuroki and Kaze apart. He pointed to Kaze and said, "You. Go sleep in my room."

Grumpily, Kaze grabbed a pillow and marched towards Ryoma's room, where he slammed and locked the door. Ryoma facepalmed, realizing that he had just gotten locked out of his own room.

"Lil' Ryo-ryo, you go stay in Sayuki's room then," Kuroki suggested. Ryoma raised an eyebrow.

"You're willingly sharing a room and a bed with Captain Tezuka?"

"Wha- oh shit. On second thought, how about I-"

"Too late," Ryoma smirked, sticking out his tongue mockingly. "You two have fun." He shut the door behind him, leaving Tezuka staring at Kuroki.

"... My bad," she muttered.

"Sayuki, I'll be staying in your room tonight," Ryoma whispered as he entered the living room. She nodded and raised a hand to show that she had heard.

"Okay, done!" she said cheerfully. "Catch!" She tossed the tennis ball she had been doodling on at Ryoma, who caught it without batting an eye. He looked at it and saw that she had drawn a small blue dragon breathing fire while surrounded by snow.

"Not only did you get me an unoriginal present, you draw a completely unrelated picture?" Ryoma asked teasingly. Sayuki pouted and threw his presents at him while gathering up her own.

"Even after all this, you're still the little arrogant prince of tennis," she grumbled, following him towards her room. "And it's not like anybody else got you the same thing. And my picture makes sense, you just don't get it because your head is dumb for anything other than tennis."

"Enlighten me," Ryoma answered, dropping his presents on her desk. She left hers on the bed before hopping onto it.

"The dragon is you," she said. He raised an eyebrow.

"How do you figure that?"

"If you take your name and translate it into Chinese, it would become Long Ma," she explained. "The 'Long' part of your name means dragon, and the 'Ma' can be written as horse."

"And the snow?"

Sayuki stared at him.

"How much do I need to spell out for you?"

"I know, it was a joke," Ryoma smiled. He poked at her and added teasingly, "How could I not figure it out, Sa 'Yuki'-chan?"

"You suck."

"Sure I do."

"No, really. You're terrible."

"Of course I am," Ryoma rolled his eyes. Sayuki grinned and flicked his forehead.

"But it's fine, because I'm in love with a terrible person."

"I now know how Sayuki feels every time she gets a headache from overusing her eyes," Kuroki moaned, rubbing desperately at her temples. "Stupid Kaze..." With her eyes still screwed shut, she started slowly making her way over to the bed when she tripped over a stray blanket.

"Eep!"

Tezuka grabbed her arm to steady her.

"Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah," she stammered, slowly sitting down on the bed. "This headache is going to screw me over... Thanks, by the way."

"Hn..." He sat down next to her and lay back, closing his eyes. His memory of what had happened before he had fell unconscious was blurry and scattered, with small fragments of barely recognizable scenes that terrified him. He supposed that he would rather live with this fragmented memory rather than learn what had actually happened.

"When we leave this house, nothing that happened here will ever be told outside of this group," Kuroki muttered.

"You remember what happened?"

"Unfortunately. And I suppose you were lucky enough to forget."

"Yes..."

Kuroki let out a sigh.

"Lesson learned: never drink eggnog..."

~Chrispe End~

Er... so yeah.

Yesterday was my birthday and I wanted to post this yesterday for a birthday gift to you guys (IT MAKES SENSE IF YOU DON'T THINK ABOUT IT) but I was busy and didn't get to finish it. As you can tell, it's kind of rushed at the end... because I wanted to post this ASAP. If I ever get the time to, I might finish this up with a mini-sequel like I did with the Halloween special, but for now, I hope you guys are satisfied with this.

In any case... did you like drunk Tezuka? xD

And yeah, I did post this 5 months late. BECAUSE I CAN DO THAT...

Because I was working on this, I haven't gotten started on the next chapter of the actual storyline... Sorry about that. But school is out in only a few more weeks, so if you guys are patient, summer break will come and I'll get more time to update. :D

Thanks for sticking with me so far you guys!

-Air Beast

(KAI)