Plot: When he's alone at home, or when he can't sleep while his little lover is snoring noisily, Yuki Eiri is bored. So he talks to Shuichi... in his own way...! Eiri x shu

Disclaimer: I still do not own Gravitation and it still pisses me off! hehe!

Note: This one was supposed to be part of the "Gravitation Christmas advent calendar" too, but I changed it a little and added it as well. It's kinda crap, but at least you are warned! :-D

And as usual, thanks for the previous reviews, na no da! :-p

Please bear in mind that I'm French, hence the English mistakes! ;-)

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December 5th

I stare at the thing. It's sparkly. Shiny. Ugly.

Dammit, I can't believe I've indulged your whims. Once again.

I've always hated Christmas. The whole spirit makes me feel nauseous.

Street choirs. Bloody old fart in his red and white suit. Crap Christmas movies on TV (same old ones every year, an orphan child with a wolf dog blah blah blah). Roast Turkey. Gifts. Christmas tree.

CHRITSMAS. TREE.

Anyway, as much as I hate to admit it, there's now something I really like about Christmas.

That very special smile plastered on your face whenever the word "Christmas" reaches your ears.

That's why I went to the flower shop this morning and bought that little shrub and sellotaped little balls of paper to its branches. I just wanted to make you smile.

I then waited patiently for you to come back from work, but let's just say your reaction hasn't been the one I had expected…

"Err… Yuki, what's that exactly?"

"Isn't it obvious? It's a Christmas tree!"

"That? A Christmas tree? You must be kidding me! It looks like a decrepit shrub you'd have stolen from an abandoned grave!"

"Dammit! And there was me thinking you would appreciate the effort! You ungrateful bastard!"

"Come on Yuki! A Christmas tree is supposed to be huge and have spines, not leaves…"

"Yeah sure! And to take up all the room in the flat and to lose its spines everywhere…"

"Yuki! You're such a killjoy! The flat is so huge you could grow an entire forest inside!"

I was boiling inside and started to sulk.

"I can't imagine Christmas without a beautiful Christmas tree"

"Drop dead!"

"This means so much to me!"

"One more word and I kick you out of the place and you'll spend Christmas in the streets like the Little Match Girl!"

Your eyes filled with tears. Dammit, I hate it when you cry!

"Alright, get your coat you damn brat, we're going to buy that bloody tree!"

"Yukiiiiiii!!"

That special smile...

And that's how that hideous thing ended up in the living room. Plastic snowflakes garlands, polar bears, white sheep, fairy lights... My eyes ache!!

You fell asleep on the sofa, and you're snoring. Again. I wonder how you manage to sleep just beside such a blinding stuff. The golden star at the top would be enough to give me nightmares.

I smile despite myself. If I indulged my own whims, then maybe I'd stand up in a minute or two, go and get you a blanket, run my fingers through your hair, press my lips against yours and finally wake you up… on purpose… *smirks*

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