Hey, guys, I'm back, and as promised, I have graced you with a Christmas oneshot. If you don't celebrate Christmas, well, hopefully you can still enjoy this oneshot, anyway. Also, I'm not entirely sure if they celebrate Christmas in the Fairy Tail universe, and maybe they might even have another name for it (because I know shows do like to do that), but either way, it does now.

IMPORTANT: So, there isn't really any spoilers here, just mentions of a future battle, and it could possibly lead you to infer other things. I don't think you really have to worry about it, but I'll warn you just in case.

Okay, now on with the story!

Disclaimer: If you think that any of these characters are mine, then I must ask you to please not assume things.

The Christmases Remembered And the Ones Yet to Come:

Gray – 18
Lyon – 19

Gray still remembers his first Christmas with Ur and Lyon. His first Christmas without his parents.

He remembers waking up that morning and not ever wanting to move again, because his parents were gone, and Christmas didn't have the right to exist if they weren't there to celebrate it with him. But he dragged himself out of bed anyway and sat at the table with Lyon while Ur made breakfast, as was his normal routine after having lived with them for the better part of a year.

They got a tree that year, and although that day was one of the worse days for him in terms of remembering the past, Gray still put up with it, because Lyon was excited to get gifts, and he knew Ur was excited, too, even though it was only noticeable through the smile she gave as he and Lyon began ravaging through the presents in search of their own.

And gradually, his pretend excitement turned real, as he opened the presents he'd gotten. He can't remember what they were now, but he knows he loved them, and when he went to bed that night, he remembers the smile plastered on his face, that it was not the least bit forced. And then he remembers how he felt as though he had no right to be happy when his parents were gone. What kind of son did that make him? And then he remembers how he cried and cried until he fell asleep.

Gray also remembers the following year, in which he still remembered his parents, thought about them every second of the day, but their memory wasn't so painful to recall. He remembers being so excited for Christmas that, on its eve, he didn't fall asleep until the sun was just peeking up on the horizon, its light shining on the blankets upon blankets of snow, and it looked nothing short of a wonderland.

He doesn't remember what any of his gifts were that year either, just Lyon creeping over to his side of their room on Christmas morning and somehow still managing to pounce on him despite his being propped up against the window sill. He also recalls dragging Lyon over to the couch and forcing him to look out the window behind it at the puffy flakes falling from the sky. They were mesmerized by it, even though snow fell more often than not where they lived.

The third Christmas he spent with who he by then considered his family, he remembers not wanting to wake up. Not because he dreaded the holiday or hadn't slept a wink (which he hadn't, but that was not the reason), but because Lyon was then jumping all over him, shouting the extremely obvious fact that it was Christmas, and Gray thought that if he were to wake up, he might actually kill the white-haired boy. And homicide was never good on Christmas. Eventually, however, Ur stopped Lyon's existence from being infuriating (not by killing him but by scolding him), and Gray finally got out of bed.

When he and Lyon had tore open every present beneath the tree, Lyon looked at Ur expectantly. Gray watched as she walked off, coming back with yet another gift. He was confused, at first, when she held it out to him. He opened it carefully, because that one seemed more important then all the rest had, and though he couldn't remember any of the other Christmas gifts from those three years, he definitely remembers that one. Inside the box, he found two little ice sculptures.

The first was a little Christmas tree, and Gray knew that Ur had made it, just as he knew that Lyon had made the other. He thinks now that Lyon was only making an ice sculpture because Ur was, and because he was not very good, it kind of looked more like a blob than anything. But despite that, Gray still loved them both, and thanked Ur and Lyon sincerely.

The rest of the day was spent drinking hot chocolate and playing with new gifts, and the night spent with both boys propped up on opposite ends of the couch, sleeping with cups dangling precariously over hardwood floors or huddle closely to chests like stuffed animals.

When Gray woke up the next morning, he discovered that Lyon's sculpture, because his magic wasn't quite perfected, had melted. And though it hadn't really been much of anything, Gray still shed a few tears (though he would never tell that to Lyon).

There was no fourth Christmas.

And as he walks up the steps to the guild hall, Gray wonders if there ever will be. Of course, they will never be able to celebrate another holiday with Ur, but Gray wonders if, after the Galuna Island and Oracíon Seis incidents, they might at least be friends again. Though he wishes they might be more like brothers, as they were back then.

As soon as he walks into the main room of the guild, someone calls his name, "Gray!"

It's Mirajane. She smiles at him and waves for him to come over to the bar.

"Someone dropped off a package for you," she states as he makes his way over to her.

He gives her a confused look, but she seems not to notice as she pulls something out from under the counter. She hands him a box wrapped in green and red paper, marking it as a Christmas gift. Now Gray's even more confused, because certainly anyone who would send him a gift would be in the guild, but that doesn't make any sense, because why would someone from the guild drop off his gift at the guild. He's sure they'd be much more likely to give it to him in person.

Gray gives Mira a small nod of thanks, taking the gift over to a table and sitting down. He unwraps it carefully, because you can never be too careful when you're in a guild like Fairy Tail, and when he sees what's inside, he's still greatly perplexed. It's a small, glass reindeer (he thinks, though he is not entirely sure of their difference from regular deer). Upon closer inspection, however, he discerns that the animal is not, in fact, made of glass, but instead it is made of ice.

Gray's not entirely sure how he didn't realize this in the first place, seeing as ice is his magical ability, but he decides to cut himself a break, because he still isn't entirely sure of what's going on anyway. There is a small note tucked away inside the box, and Gray digs it out.

Remember that Christmas, when I tried to make that sculpture like Ur did? Well, this is what it was supposed to be. Don't think I didn't see you crying when it melted.

Gray looks from the note to the reindeer and back to the note before he busts out laughing. All this time, he'd thought it was supposed to be a seal. His laughter dies rather quickly, as it seems the entire rest of the guild is starting to stare, and he tucks the note back away, closing the box back up. Later that night, he places the gift beside the one he'd gotten from Ur all those years ago, and though he knows there will not be a fourth Christmas this year, he doesn't believe the same can be said for the next.

Alright, Christmas special down. Now, really quick, I'd just like to ask you guys if it'd be cool with you for me to take a break from this for a while. Don't worry, I don't mean a while as in three years or something, nothing more than a month. I just want to get a few of these stock piled up without having to feel pressured into writing, because I want to write things I'm proud of and actually enjoy writing, which I can't do if I feel like I have to write them. I'm not losing interest or anything, trust me, I still have tons of ideas and inspiration. I just want to make them good and not crap that is rushed.

So anyway, I hope you guys understand, and thank you to everyone who reads this story or gives some type of feedback, I appreciate all of you and I hope you have a wonderful holiday, if you celebrate. And if you don't, well, I hope you have a lovely day anyway. Bye!