A merry, jolly Christmas indeed.
Oggetto
Interlude
| Wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! |
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Her parents' house is a mess of excess – too much food, children running around screaming excitedly with their new present, shiny paper painted shades of red and green forgotten on the floor.
"A merry, jolly Christmas." Her brother says to no one in particular. "It's five o'clock somewhere in the world." He's already on his fourth drink, even if it's barely noon.
Her sister sends a look towards her husband before rolling her eyes and shrugging her shoulder.
Eden carefully navigates slippery paper and the noise, smiles when her nephew holds up his new toy airplane to show it to her, avoids the living room when she notices her brother is tipsy and her sister has that look on her face that can only spell confrontation and finally ends up in the kitchen.
"Sweetheart." Her mother presses a kiss to her forehead, light and airy, eyes shining with mirth. "Did you sleep well? I made some coffee. Do you want eggs?"
"Yes for the coffee." It's warm and fresh, the smell bitterly sweet.
"Are you sure you don't want some breakfast? You look a little thin…" Eden manages to keep her eye roll to herself, mostly because she knows her mother means well. But last night's meal still sits heavy in her stomach and she might have went a little too far with that third serving.
"Maybe later." She adds three spoonful of sugar and stirs. "Where's Otou-san?"
"Work called." But her mother doesn't seem bothered at all and Eden has always loved her parents, loved the love they have for their work. "You know how banks are overloaded during the holidays."
Eden nods just as she hears her sister's voice coming from the living room. Her brother's follows soon after, slurred and not even truly angry, just loud. Her mother doesn't even acknowledge it.
"How is the bank?" She asks, catches sight of one of her niece prancing around in her new pink dress trying to imitate a ballerina.
"Money comes out. Money comes in. People spend more than they should." Her mother tells her with a shrug. "How is work? Are you sleeping enough? Did you give any thought to that dog I was mentioning?"
Eden blinks at the same time as she takes a sip.
"Work is work. I'm sleeping just fine." And then she pauses, thinks that instead of a dog, she somehow ended up with a Shinigami stealing her apples and a seventeen year old mass murderer in her apartment. "And no, no dogs."
Her mother quirks an eyebrow.
"I thought you liked dogs."
"I do." It's just that Eden doesn't think Light would get along with a dog. Ryuk might, just to play games with it – that would be a sight to see. "I just don't think that's such a good idea right now."
"Did you, perhaps, find something better than a dog?" Her mother's eyes shine mischievously and Eden wants to answer that no, that what she picked up is actually much, much worse than a dog.
But there's a loud crash in the living room and then shouting and her mother sighs, pinches the bridge of her nose.
"I think your brother had enough. I'll pour him some coffee." Her mother turns to reach in one of the cabinets and pulls out a mug. "Make sure your sister doesn't kill him, yes?"
Eden rolls her eyes, puts down her cup of coffee and takes a deep breath.
A merry, jolly Christmas indeed.
a/n : Hard to write when you wrist is in a sling, but here's a small bit with Eden and her family. Next up, Light. Thank you for reading, your feedback is appreciated and I hope you enjoyed.