Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Seed/Destiny, any of the characters, Romance, the concept of Christmas, Teddy Bears, or violent parenting, though I just babysat a new born and can totally sympathize.
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Chapter 14: The Grinch that made Christmas
He twitched once.
Do you ever get those days where you can actually feel your dignity slowly slipping from your body? Seeping from you, like blood from a gaping wound?
He twitched twice.
For Yzak, today was definitely one of those days. This was highly insulting to his intelligence, and if his mother had not stepped in and 'insisted' (and by 'insisted' he really means 'she threatened to stab me if I did not obey.') he was so sure he wouldn't be here, dressed like this. Instead he would elsewhere, strategically hiding the unconscious bodies of all the people who had suggested this in the first place!
He twitched a third time.
There was so much snow! Snow, everywhere! He really hated snow. It was so cold, and always turned into brown slush. Brown slush was not fun, or cute, or romantic, or whatever stupid words people used to describe the frozen watered-down chemicals we call 'snow'. To be honest, he hated Christmas too. Well, not real Christmas. Just the strange, children's version, with the whole Santa concept, and the nativity plays, and the knocking-on-doors-singing-like-they'd-learnt-from- Dearka-and-asking-for-money con, that people more commonly refused to as 'Christmas Carolling'. Grumbling, he trudged up to the front door, trying to look as angry as he could; considering he was shin deep in the fluffy whiteness he despised so much.
Okay, he was willing to admit that she was pretty attractive, and okay, he had kissed her. And he had nothing against the celebrating of Christmas, but this was just too far! This was taking the romance, the giving, the forgiving, and the receiving of Christmas, and throwing them all over the horizon!
It was that far from all things acceptable in Yzaks mind.
His face twisted into an embarrassed scowl, and he growled. Better get this over and done with before another passer-by came. One more muffled snicker, or 'Aww' and he wasn't sure he could fight the desire to kill anymore.
"Right. 3…2…1…"
He hoisted up the enormous white teddy, tucking it securely under one arm, straightened up his Santa hat, brushed off some particularly stubborn snowflakes from his Santa suit, and knocked on Shiho's front door.
As the door creaked open and he blew the hat's pom pom out of the way. He pulled the teddies' big red bow out of the way of his face, and attempted to smile at Shiho's shocked, yet still amazingly beautiful, expression. He was sure his smile looked more like a smirk, because they always did in the mirror. But right now, he didn't particularly care about his own scary expressions. No, what he cared about the most, was the beautiful, sparkling, excited smile that lit up Shiho's delicate face. He cleared his throat, blushing uncontrollably.
"Merry Christmas, Shiho."
I really enjoy writing Yzak! I revised this chapter, but not much has been changed. This is where my writing became a tad more sophisticated. Aha, I tried.
I hope you enjoyed it!