Looking back, this isn't really centered around Judal. But then again, Judal is the reason so much trouble occurred to almost everyone in this drabble. :D

Here's the long-awaited Christmas special I promised! (It's extra-long too!)

I hope you enjoy this-and i hope you laugh a lot!


Christmas. Ah, what a time. A time of festivity and revel, a time of happiness and joy. Pine trees everywhere are decorated and wreaths are hung up. Candles are lit and songs fill the snow-laden air. Most think of it as a time of peace and harmony.

But not Judal.

For Judal thinks of it as a time of mischief and fun.


"Alibaba-kun! Mor-san!" Aladdin waved at his two friends. "Come and look at the gingerbread house! Isn't it pretty?"

Alibaba grinned at the house. "Yeah, it sure is." He blinked at the house and frowned. "Uh, why is half of it missing? And why does it look like it's been eaten?"

"No reason." Aladdin hurriedly wiped the crumbs from his mouth with a guilty swipe. "But it's really pretty, huh?"

"Uh, sure!" Alibaba repeated, confused at Aladdin's response. "Man, the decorations look awesome. And you should see the tree! I hear you and Yamraiha-san helped decorate it."

"We sure did! It was really fun! Mor-san and Masrur-san were the ones to pick the tree; I'm glad it was a really good one."

"It was nothing, Aladdin," Morgiana said, her cheeks puffed up with pride at Aladdin's words.

'Nothing' was an understatement. A huge one. Morgiana really did pick an awesome tree-in fact, she picked the biggest one she could find!

Wait, how big? Let's see…think of the largest animal you can think of (an elephant or giraffe). Now stack 10 of those animals on top of each other. String the stack up with lights and place a star at the very top of the stack.

That's an approximate size of the huge tree Morgiana and Masrur got. But we're getting off topic here. Where were we?

"The decorations are really nice, but…Aladdin…why are so many of the ornaments on the tree in the shape of angels?" Alibaba asked, sweatdropping.

"Oh, no reason." He told Yamu-san it was because Angels represented sainthood-but we all know that's not true. ;)

So the three were so intent on talking to one another that they did not notice a mysterious shadow near the far corner. A shadow that belonged to the notorious troublemaker that, for some reason, gets invited to every Christmas party even though, inevitably he causes chaos. Can you guess he that shadow belonged to? Yep, you guessed it.


"Kekekeke! This is going to be really fun." Judal purred as he hung up a little well-known plant with holly berries on the highest ceiling he could find in Sinbad's house. He smiled maniacally, his eyes dancing with mirth. "Let the fun begin."


"Spartos? Spartos! Spartos~!" SP~AR~TOS~!'

The scarlet-haired man groaned. "What do you want, Pisti?"

Pisti pouted. "Aww, why so mean, Spartos? Aren't we friends?"

"You never call for me unless you want something," Spartos pointed out.

"That's not true!" she denied immediately. "But I do need you to help me ask Yamraiha to dance with Sharrkan."

And there goes the purpose of her call. "Pisti, you know Yamraiha doesn't like Sharrkan-and that Sharrkan doesn't like her." As a matter of fact, the two always fought like cats and dogs whenever they were in the same room.

"Which is why we're going to trick them into doing so! I'll tell Yamraiha the Christmas tree is on fire, while you tell Sharrkan that someone wants to hear about his swordplay! They'll never suspect a thing!"

"Pisti, you're my friend. And I don't like to disappoint my friends. But I'm putting my foot down on this." Spartos was adamant about his decision to stay out of Pisti's matchmaking schemes.

"You're my friend, Spartos-so you're going to help me no matter what you say." Pisti was equally stubborn about roping Spartos into her matchmaking schemes.

"Pisti, no."

"Please?"

"No."

"Please!"

"No."

"Please-"

"No means no, Pisti!"

Pisti opened her mouth, presumably to plea again, but stopped when her eyes caught sight of a certain plant hanging right just above a certain scarlet-hared man. She started smirking, a devious plan forming in her brain. "If I manage to kiss you on the mouth under a mistletoe, then you have no choice but to help me with my plan."

Spartos wasn't sure he heard correctly. "What-" he was cut of by a certain type of mouth to mouth contact initiated by his blond friend. Too late, he realized what just happened-and, more importantly, what they were standing under.

Pisti broke off the lip lock and beamed at Spartos. "There! Now you've got no choice but to help me."

Spartos stared at Pisti in shock before his eyes rolled into the back of his head until the whites were seen; he fainted dead away.

"Hello? Spartos? Are you all right? I didn't kill you, did I?"


"Oh? Lord Kouen, what a surprise to see you here." Hakuei paused in the middle of admiring the chocolate fountain in the middle of the room to talk to her cousin. "I thought you hated Christmas parties-especially if they were thrown by the Sindria."

"I thought I might as well come along and see what exactly makes Sindria's parties so popular, especially at this time of the year," the red-haired man answered. He glanced around the room. "I must say, they do know how to throw a party."

"That's Sinbad for you," Hakuei paused to take a sip of her tea. (Yes, tea. Jafar confiscated all the alcohol aside from eggnog before the party started, to Sinbad's endless disappointment.) "The food is not bad, either."

"Where is your brother, Hakuei?" Kouen asked curiously.

"Hakuryuu? He went looking for his friends. Or maybe he was looking for Kougyoku? Those two tend to stick together after all."

"The brat and his sidekick are here?" Kouen raised his eyebrows. "Interesting. Where are they?"

"Lord Kouen, even if I did know, I wouldn't tell you. A party is a time for fun, not for information."

"I see," Kouen reluctantly backed down, looking disappointed. "You seem in higher spirits than usual today, Hakuei. Are you enjoying yourself?"

"But of course, Lord Kouen! This is the most fun I've had in a while. I can kick back and relax."

To Kouen's eyes, the joy on Hakuei's face made her seem even prettier than usual-and that made a rather silly thought cross into his head, particularly after he spotted our little green friend hanging from the ceiling. "Lady Hakuei…"

"Hm?" Hakuei looked up at Kouen's face, surprised; it had been many years since he had called her by that title. "Yes?"

"If I may, please allow me the honor of doing this." He leaned his head forward.

Hakuei's eyes widened. Was it just her or was Kouen's face getting closer to her face-more specifically, her lips? "L-Lord Kouen-"

"Hakuei…" He got even closer, to Hakuei's panic. "Please-"

"Aaannnnnd, here's Sinbad's all famous smoochy time!"

A purple-haired blur suddenly popped in between the couple and landed its face right into Kouen's goatee. "Hm? Oh, Ren Kouen, nice to shee you."

What just happened? Well, you all know how Sinbad tends to get drunk at any and all parties, right? And that while Jafar may have confiscated the alcohol, he didn't confiscate the eggnog. 'Course the eggnog was non-alcoholic, but that's not the point.

What mattered was that Sinbad was drunk. Off of eggnog. And being the drunken man he was, he decided to kiss the first pretty lady he saw. Which happened to be Hakuei- under a mistletoe.

So he lumbered over to the raven-haired girl with the intent to do something that could have potentially destroyed Sindria for good with the threat of war. What stopped him?

Kouen. And him tripping over his own two feet. (How did that happened. Well, he was drunk. And drunken people do stupid things.)

So he tripped over his two feet. And what did his lips land on. Not a pretty raven-haired girl's lips or even her cheeks. Nope.

His lips landed on a certain red-haired man's beard.

Now we all know how much Kouen valued his beard. Heck, most people would rather commit suicide than tell Kouen what they really thought about his wonderful (coughterriblecough) beard.

So what happens when a drunken man's gross lips dare touch his precious goatee?

"Hakuei, do you mind waiting here just a few minutes? Lord Sinbad and I are going to have a little chat."


"Should I be glad Lord Sinbad intervened when he did? I do feel sorry for him, but I'm glad nothing happened to me at all."


"Sin? Sin! Sin, where are you?" A certain pale-skinned man looked around the room for the irresponsible man he had the misfortune of calling a friend. "That Sin…he better not be causing trouble. If he is…" With a murderous glint in his eyes that miraculously went unnoticed by everyone else, he took out his darts. "I'll make him regret the day he first started drinking!"


"Sooo…" Yamraiha drawled as she glared at the man in front of her. "I'm guessing Pisti called you down here?"

The tanned-man scoffed. "Hardly. It was actually Spartos-though for some reason he looked a little red in the face. Maybe he caught a cold?"

Yamraiha doubted it. Spartos rarely caught colds. She could only come up with one explanation: it was Pisti's fault, as usual.

"So what does Pisti want with us, anyway?" Sharrkan wondered, confused.

Yamraiha rolled her eyes. 'Probably something stupid like-"

"AND NOW, IT'S TIME FOR THE CHRISTMAS DANCE! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, COME ON DOWN TO THE STAGE! DANCE YOUR HEARTS OUT!"

"-like us dancing in the Christmas dance?" Sharrkan finished for Yamraiha. "What the heck is that girl thinking? I don't dance. I, like, never dance."

"Which goes to show why you're so unpopular with girls," Yamraiha muttered. Unfortunately, Sharrkan caught her mumble.

"What did you say?! Why you-That's it, we're doing this thing!" he grabbed Yamraiha's arm.

"Wh-Hey, Sharrkan!"

Before she knew it, they were standing on the dance stage, smack right in the center. Heck, even the spotlight was shining down on them.

Sharrkan put his right hand on the small of Yamraiha's back and, gently, lifted her right arm with his left hand, entwining their fingers. He started swaying to the music, "Silent Night", forcing Yamraiha to follow his lead.
"Huh. So you can dance."

"Never said I couldn't."

Yamraiha found her body moving on its own will. She couldn't help but admit that she was enjoying the dance-maybe a little too much. It didn't help that Sharrkan was starting to look weirdly attractive to her…

Sharrkan was thinking along the same lines as her. And, to top it off, they had waltzed right underneath a certain plant. Not to mention that he had always had a thing for Yamraiha (not that he would admit it). So he decided to take advantage of the good mood between them and made a (not really) shocking move:

He kissed her. Full on the lips.

Yamraiha froze in shock. Her (not really) hated enemy was kissing her-and it was her first kiss to boot! But Sharrkan's lips were surprisingly soft…

When they finally separated, Yamraiha was torn between punching him in the face and kissing him again. Instead, all she managed was, "Wh-what did you…?"

Sharrkan wanted to coo at Yamraiha's face (which, in his opinion, turned into the most adorable shade of pink) but he had his pride and reputation at stake. So he said the stupidest thing he ever said in his life:

"It was the mistletoe."


"Why is Sharrkan on the floor? And why is he so beat up?"


"This is fun, isn't it, Morgiana?" Alibaba took a break from chewing on his chicken drumstick.

Morgiana nodded. "Yes. It is, Alibaba-san." Her face remained stoic, but her eyes had a cheerful glint in them.

Alibaba frowned at her tone. "Hey, it's a party. Try to liven up a little."

"I'll try, Alibaba-san," Morgiana apologized.

"Not try. Will. You will have fun in this party."

"Understood, Alibaba-san."

Alibaba wanted to smack his hand against his head. It was nice that Morgiana liked him (maybe even adoring him), but it was annoying how she (seemingly) remained sober in situations meant for fun-like, say, the Christmas party that was happening around them.

Then again, if he managed to find a way to convince Morgiana to have fun…

"Hey, Morgiana, do you know of this? If you kiss someone under the mistletoe during Christmas, you will always know how that person feels no matter what?"*

Morgiana ears perked up. "Really?"

"Yeah! And you always be with that person even if you're really far away!"

Her eyes sparkled. "I see."

Alibaba smirked. Now we're getting somewhere. "Do you want to try it, Morgiana? If you do, promise me that afterwards, you will try to have more fun here?"

Morgiana nodded unhesitatingly. "Yes!"

"Okay then." Alibaba leaned forward. "Just so you know, we're already standing under a mistletoe," he whispered conspiratorially.

Morgiana's eyes widen. She puffed out her cheeks. Cute. Alibaba so was not going to miss this opportunity to get a kiss from a really cute girl-

"NOOOOOOOOO!"

Just as Alibaba leaned towards Morgiana's lips, a dark blue blur suddenly tackled him and knocked him into the ground.

"Like I'll let you touch Morgiana-dono's lips, pervert!"

Alibaba blinked at the intruder. "What th-? Hakuryuu?"

Hakuryuu continued berating Alibaba. "You've got no right to take her lips, you filthy devil!"

Wait a sec, was he crying?

"Hakuryuu-are you drunk?"

"No I'm not!" he denied heatedly.

Oh, yes he was. "How much eggnog did you have?" Alibaba gaped.

"That's none of your business! If anyone's kissing her, it's m-"

"Mor-san, look-a mistletoe!"

"Yes it is, Aladdin. Would you like a kiss?"

"Sure!"

Both boys spun their heads around so fast to the point of getting whiplash just in time to see Morgiana lean down and plant her lips against Aladdin's soft cheek.

"Morgiana-dono's lips-!"

"Morgiana's kiss-!"

Both boys cried out in dismay.

Aladdin grinned obliviously.


"Aah, that was a job well done! Now, to celebrate, I think I'll have a bit of my own fun. Where could that old hag be? Oh, hag~! Come out, come out wherever you are~!"

"The old hag" did not show up.

"Hey, you. Have you seen someone with a long loopy hairstyle and a stupid grin?" Judal asked a random stranger passing by.

"Do you mean Kougyoku? I heard she got drunk off of eggnog and had to be taken home by her attendant." The stranger disappeared into the party, paying no heed to Judal's blank face.

"The old hag's gone home already?! That's stupid, who gets drunk off of eggnog anyway?!" Judal was very annoyed and looked ready to throw a tantrum and ruin the party-like he always did every year.

"Oh? Mister, are you all right?"

Judal stiffened for one moment before realizing it was a woman's voice. A soft woman's voice. It was just what he needed! A kiss with a pretty lady to sooth his temper. He turned to the lady with a smile on his face. "Yes, I'm all righ-" the words died on his lips as he stared at the woman's face.

"My name is Elizabeth."

Judal froze, his mouth wide open in horror. His concentric red eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, though he wouldn't have minded that this time around.

"Oh, what's this?" Elizabeth glanced upward. "Oh, mistletoe. What a lovely surprise." She glanced back down towards Judal. "I wouldn't mind having a little smooch."

Too late, Judal realized what was happening-and that he could not escape. He backed off slowly, but failed to evade Elizabeth's tight grip around his waist.

"N-n-, no, no, nononoNoNoNONONOOOO!"

His scream echoed throughout the night.


At least it didn't scare Santa Claus away.


Bonus:

"Man, that was some party last night, huh?" Alibaba yawned. He couldn't really remember what had happened the night before. It was all a blur to him, so he couldn't really remember why he had woken up with red eyes in the morning. (They'd disappeared as the day went on.)

"Yeah, I had a lot of fun!" Aladdin agreed with Alibaba happily.

Morgiana smiled. "Me too. I can tell you were really happy, Aladdin."

"I honestly can't wait for next year's party. I'm looking forward to it! Do you think it will be like this year's-?" Alibaba broke off as he stared straight ahead. Squinting, he asked, "Is that Judal?"

It was indeed Judal. Only, he was now riddled with bloody kiss marks all over his face. His body was covered with black and blue bruises. His normally silky hair was askew, with clumps of it torn out. His eyes were even more bloodshot than usual.

Judal looked like a walking zombie.

"Dude-what happened to you?"

Judal gazed at them for three full minutes before his eyes rolled back and he fell face first into the white snow.

"Judal? Are you all right?! Judal!"


*Just so you know, I made this up. ;)

Coming up will be a New Year's special! Hopefully i can get it done before the New Year.

Until then, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone!