Miyori – Iori x Miyako

Nothing Special

Christmas in the Hida's house was nothing special.

Iori and his wife would sit the kids down Christmas morning, handing out presents, almost always picked out by the kids themselves.

Akira, being the oldest, would open hers first. The gift wrap on her presents was always green with silver stripes, the red bow always hand-tied. She would open her present from her parents first; sometimes they pitched in together to buy one gift, while other times they each bought one separately. Then she would open her brother's—he being her favorite sibling, though she didn't tell her sister that—and then her younger sister's.

Yuudai was always in the middle—middle child, middle to do anything. Being the only boy, he naturally wanted to be different. His presents were always wrapped in gold and white, the bow on the top stuck by glue and red. First he would open his youngest sister's present, then his parent's—if they were separate presents, then his Mum's first, then his Dad's—then finally his older sister's, Akira.

Riko was the youngest, and hence the last to open her parents. Her presents, always wrapped in silver paper, were always piled at the back corner of the room so she couldn't try and steal them ahead of time. She felt that being traditional was the best, so she opened all her presents in whatever order they so happened to be in when she dug them out from under the tree. Somehow in the opening, she found time to take all the wrapping paper and store it safely away so she wouldn't need to buy some for next year.

Iori's wife would make a breakfast of eggs and toast, and together they would eat in the living room. Iori would then send the kids out to play with their friends, while Iori spent some quality time with his wife.

By lunch time, the children would return, exhausted but happy. Iori's wife would have cooked a hearty meal, usually depending on what they had had the night before.

The rest of the afternoon was devoted to spending time in each other's company, with games and stories. Akira and Yuudai always argued over which ornaments were theirs and Iori would watch them, throwing in his two cents when needed, while Riko and her mother talked about school.

Some years, Iori and his family would be invited to a party hosted by his friends, but it would always end by nine-thirty. The family would return and promptly gather around in the living room, Iori and his wife sitting on the couch and the children at their feet.

They would tell a story, always about their adventures. The children would always be in awe, wondering when they'd be able to get their own Digimon.

By eleven, everyone would be in bed, cookies and milk having been passed and consumed around. Iori would climb into bed and she would follow him.

Miyako would launch into a tale of how sweet the children were, and how they were just angels. Iori would joke about how naughty they really were.

Miyako would praise the holiday, saying it was so nice to be with family and friends. Iori would counter by saying that what they did was nothing special.

Miyako would then tell him that it was the fact that it was nothing special that made it so. It was a tradition. Though it might have been simple, and nothing special, she would say, it was special because they did it.

Iori would smile and agree, and Miyako would stop his apologizes with a kiss.

Both would fall asleep, happy and grateful.

Christmas in the Hida's house was nothing special. It was more than that.

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Disclaimer: I don't own.

Timeline: AU, Post-02

Characters: Iori, Miyako

Couple: Iori x Miyako; Miyori

Beta-Read: None

Notes: This was supposed to come yesterday, but I didn't get time to read over it and didn't want to be griddled with mistakes. So here's my one-day-late Christmas present.

Truth Be Told is being rewritten, so redone first chapter should be out next week—hopefully. This will probably updated—or Five Conversations—before 2008.

Review please.