A/N: Finished! I have finally finished this story! It has taken since Christmas 2008, but I have finnally finished my first full story. I know It's not brilliant, but like I've said before, I decided I don't like writting in POV! And I got lazy to towards the end and didn't prove read them for spelling mistakes, or typos, but I want over this one, once, so hopefull it's fine!

Thank you to everyone that has reviewed this story! And those that have liked it and kept reading even when I got lazy!

Note: Anything that is in side of {} are spoken in Japanese. Anything that it in side of "" are spoken in English. Anything that is in side of // are spoken in Russian. Anything that is inside "" and in italic is someone speaking on the othet end of a phone in English. Anything that is in Italic that is not surrounded by none Italic writing in a bit-beast talking to their Mistress or Master, tellipathicly (I'm possitive i spelt that wrong).

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Chapter Thirty-Six

25th December 2018

~*~Kai's POV~*~

/Kai... Kai... Wake up Kai... Hey! Stop that! Get up... Kai, come on get up now! It's Christmas morning, everyone is waiting for you and Bryan to get up... which is really unusual./

/Oh so the lazy idiots are up? What time is it?/

/2 am./

/They sleep for two hours and get up to celebrate Christmas? They sleeps for at least eight hours and they refuse to move?/

/It's Christmas day, their big kids and want to open up their presents. Besides, Ken and Monica wake most of us up./

/So who wake you up and how? If someone came in here to wake you up, I'll has woken to their entering./

/In other words, you were already awake?/

/I slept, but when you got up, I woke Kitten./ I turn and sit up, wrap my arms around my kitty and pull her into my lap.

/I forgot to put some of the presents down stairs that Alice gave me the other day. When I came back up, the others were a wake./ I kiss her gently on the lips.

/Oy! No kissy, kissy!/ Tala says breaking us up. She's dressed in loose, baby blue pyjama bottoms (possibly with a matching top), a white dressing gown and violet slippers, covered in fuchsia stars.

/His fault!/Kitten says, pointing at me.

/Now I can't help it that you look so cute,/ I say.

/You got Bryan up?/ Kitten asks.

/Yes, but he wants to kill me now. Anyways, get up, I'm heading down stairs,/ Tala says leaving.

/To keep my sanity I need more than two hours away from all the baboons,/ Bryan says, leaning against the door frame in the open door way, wearing baggy clothing. /Ray came and woke us up and Tala forces me out of bed, to spend more agonising time with the idiots./

/Sorry; the children have awoken and you can't make them wait till you want to get up, it's unfair to them,/ Kitten says.

/Who said they had to wait till I want to get up? And why is it not unfair that I'm forced to lose my sanity?/Bryan asks.

/No-one can open presents till we're all up and down stairs,/ Kitten replies. /As soon as all the presents have been opened, you can disappear to keep your sanity./

/Oh goodie!/ Bryan says sarcastically, before disappearing.

/Come on, let me up and get up yourself,/Kitten demands.

/But I don't want too,/ I wine with a smirk, holding a little tighter.

/Kai! Don't you want to open your presents?/

/Not really,/ I says letting go of Kitten, who gets up straight away. She's dressed in a red, loose pyjama bottoms, covered in hears, with a tight, long sleeved, white top on, that has a little kitten playing with pink yarn. Yellow/brown slippers, covered in white dots warm her feet.

/You're serious on that?/ Kitten asks as I climb of the bed.

/Yerr./ I grab a pair of baggy pants from the one of the draws and throw them on. Pulling a top from the closet, I pull it on. /I don't see the point in wrapping up some presents, to have others just tire it off without a second thought. You go to all the effort to wrapping it nicely and they don't care about that./We exit the bedroom. Shutting the door behind me, we head down the hall to the stairs.

/To wrap the presents is so that it keeps them guessing and in suspense; they'll get a nice surprise when they open it on Christmas Day./

/Unless they already have it or it's something they don't want./

/Well it's the thought that counts./

/People say that, but do most actually think of it whilst opening a present?/

/I don't know... You seriously are a downer on Christmas. Finding faults everywhere./

/It's a religious festival to do with Christianity and maybe others. Hilary is the only Christian here, so should we even be celebrating it?/

/It's a time for family and friends Kai, whether or not you believe in God and Christ. Celebrate your friends, the ones who love you. Think Christmas that way./

/Hey! You two are slow!/ Tala exclaims outside the living room door, Bryan is with her. We've reacted down stairs and are just in front of it. /Everyone is waiting./

/Sorry, Kai's just been moaning about Christmas./

/More like asking the point in it,/ I defend myself.

/Family, Friends and Presents!/ Tala exclaims.

/You could celebrate that any time you want to. The only value Christmas is on the business side,/ Bryan comments, standing up from where he was sat on the floor.

/You two are hopeless!/ Tala exclaims. /People buy you presents to show how much they care about you./

/Do they really? I might as well go back to bed in that case,/ Bryan comments.

/No you won't!/ Tala yells.

"Why are you four just stood out here talking?" Tyson asks.

"Trying to get Kai and Bryan to see the point in Christmas," Kitten explains. "All they see is the business side to it."

"Christmas is not business!" Tyson exclaims. "It's about Family and Friends, getting lots of presents!"

"And celebrating the day Jesus Christ was born!" Hillary yells from in the room.

"Celebrating the day Christ was supposedly born, is he ever was, is a religious thing," Bryan comments. "You are the only one religious here. You could chose any day to celebrate family and friend..."

"Anti-Christmas People!" Kevin exclaims, as we finally head into the living room.

"Do you have anything against celebrate the birthday of someone you know?" Mariah asks.

"No..." Bryan answers confused.

"Then, don't celebrate the day Christ was born," Mariah says. "Celebrate Tala's, seeing as it's hers and Ray's 24th birthday today..."

"Mariah!" Kitten exclaims. "I thought I told you years ago to keep that to yourself!"

"It's Ray and Tala's birthday today?" Tyson asks.

"You didn't know when your friend's birthday was?" Hilary asks.

"Ray never answered that question!" Tyson yells in defence.

"Ray's always refused to celebrate it, back when she lived in White Tiger Hills," Lee says. "I guess she still is."

"Of cause," Kitten says, with a pout.

"Hello! Born on Christmas Day, the day everyone celebrates!" Tala exclaims. "What is so special about celebrating it then? Not to mention every friend would spends it with family."

"Have a small celebration on your birthday and celebrate it the way you want another day," Ian says. "Then you get two birthdays!"

"I don't want two birthdays!" Tala yells, crossing her arms and pouting. "I want one birthday, which is not on a day everyone celebrates..."

"What are we going to do!" Tyson yells.

"About?" Ian asks.

"Well, no-one... well maybe except the White Tigers have got them a b-day present," Tyson explains. "And we don't have a birthday cake either."

"Did anyway hear us when we said we don't celebrate our birthday?" Tala asks Kitten.

"Probably did, but Tyson will take any excuse to have cake," Kitten replies.

"He's a pig," Tala comments.

"Hey! Olive! Can you bake a cake?" Tyson asks.

"Of cause I can," Olive says.

"Bake one yourself Tyson," Enrique says annoyed.

"I think I'm going to go back to bed. Someone come and get me when they don't want to celebrate our birthday anymore," Tala decides turning to leave. "Come on Bry, you're my pillow now." Grabbing Bryan's hands, she leaves, which I think Bryan is happy about.

"I thought no-one could leave till all the presents were opened," I ask.

"They are," Kitten says pointing to all the torn wrapping paper and presents scattered about. "Ken and Monica must have opened them all when no-one was looking, even the ones that are not theirs. Tyson was looking forwards to opening his, but he can't now. Oh! And we're gonna have to figure out who's present is who's."

"Unlucky for him then. But that means I can disappear too," I says.

"Tyson! You have no presents to open!" Kitten exclaims, gaining everyone's attention. "No-one does anymore."

"Of cause I do, there..." Tyson freezes as his eyes fall on the tree with some opened presents and ripped wrapping paper under it. Others along the wall, in front of the fire place and in the middle of the floor. Sat among them all, Ken playing with an toy army truck and Monica playing with a doll with blond her and a woman's figure... Kind of like a little plastic model. They look so innocent of the crime.

"Monica?" Spencer asks getting his daughters attention.

"Ken?" Shane says, grabbing his sons.

"Yes?" They ask in unison.

"Did you open all the presents?" Shane and Spencer ask together and their kids nod, with smiles on their face like they've done nothing wrong.

A/N: Well what do you think? Did you like the ending? Was the plot okay? Hope you enjoyed reading.