Sorry if this sucks. Reminder to the other readers, particularly in 'new romantics' - I AM NOT AN M-RATED WRITER HAHAHAHAHAHA

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Every Christmas, we visit his or my extended family in France, Shimane or New York. It's fun having a boyfriend who you share a lot of things with, our group of friends, the fact that we're both artists, and we have a lot of relatives who live far from Japan - these things that'll tie us together eventually no matter what. Right now was evening on Christmas Eve. Morning was when we met with grandfather Michel and his other cousins, and roamed around the Palace of Versailles, currently being studied by researches according to one of Taichi's notions in his thesis regarding the rightful habitats of digimon. Even if it was being studied, it was still strange how there was almost no one in the Palace today.

We were seated in front of each other in this completely empty but gigantic restaurant, gilded upholstered chairs, multiple glass chandeliers, a little band of violins, harps and violas playing in front of us, and butlers and maids waiting to serve. I sneeze again. "Are you getting a cold?" Yamato slightly leans forward to me, worry spread across his face.

I blush and feel myself sink into my seat. "N-No, I'm fine." This was supposed to be more romantic. What's worse is he already gave me his coat hours ago. Our appetizers were in front of us, but I wasn't feeling like eating a salad. I sigh.

"What's wrong?"

"N-Nothing."

"Tell me. Do you wanna switch?" He places his hands on the sides of his plates. I shake my head furiously.

"Can... Can I excuse myself. Just for a moment." I stand up and walk to the large circular balcony, motioning the staff to open the windows. I take sight of the enormous fountains that lined up the front of the facade. I innerly smack myself for being so randomly emotionally unstable at the worst times.

I feel myself being enveloped into two large but familiar arms, a fluffy blonde texture nuzzling on my neck. "What's bothering my Princess?"

I turn around and face his blue eyes. I raise a hand to touch his cheek. "Places like these would mean nothing without the people we love."

"Are you saying you don't like it here with me?" He suspiciously narrows his eyes.

I giggle and rest my head on his chest, taking in the scent of home. "The opposite. If I was here alone, I'd feel like an alien."

"Maybe that's why they made such a grand structure. For us hopeless romantics." He places his locked hands on the lower of my back. I close my eyes in bliss, momentarily feeling like a contented queen. I feel warmer. He touches my neck and forehead. He sighs in relief. "You kept sneezing a while ago." I felt dizzy and in a trance back when we were walking around the terrain.

I tighten my grip on his waist. "I found my cure." He tucks a strand of my hair behind my head, too bad the rest was tied up in a braided bun. He always liked playing with my hair, and so do I with his. I stare up at him, his hair waxed, so no golden strands would attractively but messily cover his forehead. I fondly pat his head. "Did I ever tell you how I'm so in love with your hair?"

"How ironic. I feel the same. Yours is the only reason why we're still together." He jokes. I chuckle. He starts to undo the pins.

"Hey, I worked hard on that."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"A little. When you take them off like this." He throws away a little pin and cups my face and kisses me for a second. Breaking away, he smiles and points to the sky.

"Our stars are out tonight." I whisper, staring to the millions of little lights scattered like paint.

He kisses my forehead. "They better be." I giggle. "Or else I'd be mad at them."

I remember something from the back of my head. "Stupid stars, can't do their job right." I pout. He raises an eyebrow. "Can't they see my Yamato is sad and needs them to cheer him up?" We laugh silently amongst ourselves. "Remember?"

"Yeah. I remember." He nibbles on my neck. It was a good choice not to wear a turtleneck after all. "It was the first time you called me yours."

I smirk. "You realize we weren't even dating back when I said that, right?"

"Yeah." Our eyes lock, finding soul and the future in the other's. "We did have a talent for flirting."

"Maybe that's why fate didn't let me be your first love. So we'd both have experience in flirting."

His hands find mine, locking them in place against my stomach. "... A first love is almost nothing compared to what you're going to be after tonight." His other hand gestures in front of me, turning my head to see the tiny black velvet box. I bite my lip and close my eyes. Ah, hear come the tears. He chuckles and grips my hand tighter. "See those stars?" I open my eyes. "They float just below heaven. A place I call hell if you weren't there with me when our hearts stop beating."

"Don't fast forward!" I cover my red face with both hands. "You're going to ruin my makeup."

"You never needed makeup to let me know how beautiful you are."

I whine. "Yamato!"

He chuckles, amused. "What?"

"Okay, I get it. You're good at flirting."

I feel him pout, touching his lips on the back of my red dress. "... I wasn't finished." He takes my right hand and pulls out the ring out of its box. It was a fairly medium-sized cushion-cut white diamond inside manipulated petal-like platinum, resembling a flower. Numbers filled my mind, troubled of how much it costs."A few years ago, Christmas Eve was when I thought I found my forever... That soon disapponted me." He slowly slides my finger into the small band. "A few Christmas Eves later, fate gave me someone better who's afraid to sneeze in front of me because she thinks I might judge her even if I'm proposing right now."

I was already crying, realizing a few things. I break away from his grasp. "I-I don't deserve you." He laughs because it was totally inappropriate. "... Today... Was the palace empty... Because..."

"Because?" I bawl out with more pressure, waving a palm beside my face to at least maintain some kind of composure. He laughs and embraces me, pulling out a hankerchief. "Calm down."

"I'm sorry, Yamato." I sniffle, praying I won't have a cold so it wouldn't burden him. "I... I didn't say that... I don't care, anywhere, how or when, whatever happens, I'll always want to s-spent forever with you." I hiccup, hating that I only have two hands to wipe away the tears. I felt guilty that I didn't say yes the first time.

He laughs. "Shut up. I already know that these engagement rings are like trophies. Sometimes we're already aware of what we won before we actually get them."

"I hate you." I clench his shoulders. "Why do you always know what to say?"

"If I didn't, would you be here with me right now?"

"Stop that already!"

"What?" He smiles wider, entertained by my probably ruined face.

"It's not like you can make me fall in love with you more than I already am."

"Watch me." I glare at that and turn away, crossing my arms. He laughs and kisses my shoulder. "You do the same to me. You make me fall in love with you more and more every day, hour and second." He closes his eyes. "Everyday when I think that it just couldn't get any worse for me, I see your smile and forget anything else, because that's all it matters. Honestly, your happiness is what makes me want to wake up to the next day. I don't care whether the world still throws bullshit at me, because all I need to survive is the fact that your happiness includes me."

"You really do frustrate me more than anything in life." I say with a toneless voice. He grins smugly. I ruffle his hair. "That's how I know I really love you."

We share a passionate kiss and forget about a second that there was still main course and dessert waiting for us. He breaks away to take a breath and smile. The smile just for me, with eyes lowered, warmer, little dimples peeking and his beautiful brown eyebrows in default. "Just so you know, I didn't plan this."

"Who did?"

He laughs. "No one. I just brought the ring everywhere with me whenever we go out together, because I know that the perfect moment would come naturally with us around." A little gape escapes my mouth. "Like the way we fell in love."

"Seemed planned, but was just destined." Maybe not perfect, but the best there is.

"That's a good way to describe our whole character development." He kisses me again. A gust of wind reminds me we were outside.

"Oh yeah. It's winter." I stare up the sky. Then beyond the snow-covered gardens. "Somehow... It doesn't feel cold as it did a while ago."

"Since when has winter ever felt cold when we're together?"

"..." I give him a look, remembering our Odaiba High days. "Oh yeah. It's your awakening season." He chuckles. "Aren't you gonna howl or something?" I joke. He lets go of me and excitedly grips the plaster rails of the balcony. "I was kidding!" I laugh.

He places both palms in the corner of his mouth, to make sure what he'll shout echoes to faraway places. "I'm marrying Tachikawa Mimi!"