Jean-Hime here! Thanks for the feedback, so I will continue writing this
story to try to have it out by Christmas. *
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon. Jingles is my property, only.
The Twelve Days of Christmas
Chapter Two: Jingles the Elf
During the whole month of December, every single elf in the whole history of the North Pole knew the importance of delivering gifts. For almost 364 days out of the year, they worked hard to manufacture whatever a boy or girl wanted. They weren't old fashioned either. Each one of the seven large factories held the means to duplicate a child's gift, whether it be a Sailor Moon doll or Yu-Gi-Oh cards. But, in the whole time of gift giving, a machine could never duplicate a person!
Santa Claus, the very figure of Christmas in the modern world, pondered over this newest letter he had received. This was from a sixteen year old girl, whom were quite rare on his list, and she had asked for her true love. Santa had no clue who that was. He may be smart enough to distinguish between naughty and nice children, but he wasn't a mind reader. He sighed. Things were very stressful. It all started when the second best elf in his shop started to.
"Hey, Santa!," he heard a voice behind him shout, breaking any air of concentration out. The small elf, about two feet and five inches, levitated himself on to Santa's littered desk and prepared himself a seat among all the letters that had piled up from the last bag of mail. This was Jingles, the second best elf of the North Pole. But, for the last month and a half, the elf wasn't quite satisfied with his title anymore. Jingles was now aiming for the head elf position, and it was driving his employer crazy.
Santa sighed, rubbing his temples. "What is it now, Jingles?"
Jingles smiled, smoothing his Christmas green tunic of its newly required wrinkles. "I'm looking to please you, Santa Clause. Just say the word and I'll do it. You can count on me!" He smiled and lay back on the desk.
"Here!," Santa shouted, his patience running thin as he handed the letter he was holding to Jingles. The elf became interested as he accepted the letter and read it through, frowning at the last part.
"You want me to find this girl's true love?," Jingles asked uncertainly.
Santa nodded and Jingles gasped. "How the heck am I supposed to do that!," Jingles burst out. He rose from the desk, making a mess of the papers as he paced through them. "That's the most stupidest request I've ever heard!"
"You asked what you could do to please me, and now you know," Santa said, giving the elf a 'it's-your-fault' look. "You have till Christmas Eve to find that girl's gift, and I'm counting on you."
Jingles groaned loud as he accepted his mission. "Will you give me the head elf position?," the elf asked thoughtfully, tracing the little brown beard on his face.
"Sure," Santa replied, trying to keep out the fact that the only reason why Jingles was answering the letter was to pry the elf off of his nerves for a while. Jingles looked happy with Santa's answer and raced out of the room, leaving Santa with a larger mess then before.
* * * *
Christmas Eve
Seiya was bored. Okay, he was depressed. For six straight months the youth had done nothing but wander the palace of Kinmoku like he was lost in a trance.
"Seiya, stop thinking about her," Yaten said out loud at the dinner table one day, right in front of Princess Kakyuu.
Seiya growled at his brother, but it didn't help the attention he was now getting from Kakyuu. This was the last person he wanted knowing about his obsession.
The Princess of Kinmoku rose from the table and walked to where Seiya was sitting and placed her hands on his shoulders. "My starlight, please go to your room and get some rest," she whispered into his ear so Taiki and Yaten could not hear. He winced. His princess knew too. Nothing was sacred around here anymore.
As Seiya finally found the piece to sleep, Sailor Starmaker and Sailor Starhealer stood uneasily outside his door. They had a feeling that something was going to happen and they had to be around to stop it.
"I told you it was just a feeling," Healer told Maker, looking up at her tall companion.
The other shrugged her shoulders and said with a smug look, "Hey, I was bored anyway."
All of a sudden, there came loud sounds of banging, thumping, and rolling around coming from inside Seiya's bedroom. Their friend either sounded like he was having a bad dream or that something else was going on. Something more sinister.
"Seiya!," Maker and Healer shouted at the same time as they both grabbed for the door handle and pulled. The door didn't come open in one piece, but this didn't mean anything to two Kinmokian senshi. With star yells focused on Seiya's bed, they stood there for five minutes before Healer walked over to the sheets on the floor and found neither friend nor foe.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon. Jingles is my property, only.
The Twelve Days of Christmas
Chapter Two: Jingles the Elf
During the whole month of December, every single elf in the whole history of the North Pole knew the importance of delivering gifts. For almost 364 days out of the year, they worked hard to manufacture whatever a boy or girl wanted. They weren't old fashioned either. Each one of the seven large factories held the means to duplicate a child's gift, whether it be a Sailor Moon doll or Yu-Gi-Oh cards. But, in the whole time of gift giving, a machine could never duplicate a person!
Santa Claus, the very figure of Christmas in the modern world, pondered over this newest letter he had received. This was from a sixteen year old girl, whom were quite rare on his list, and she had asked for her true love. Santa had no clue who that was. He may be smart enough to distinguish between naughty and nice children, but he wasn't a mind reader. He sighed. Things were very stressful. It all started when the second best elf in his shop started to.
"Hey, Santa!," he heard a voice behind him shout, breaking any air of concentration out. The small elf, about two feet and five inches, levitated himself on to Santa's littered desk and prepared himself a seat among all the letters that had piled up from the last bag of mail. This was Jingles, the second best elf of the North Pole. But, for the last month and a half, the elf wasn't quite satisfied with his title anymore. Jingles was now aiming for the head elf position, and it was driving his employer crazy.
Santa sighed, rubbing his temples. "What is it now, Jingles?"
Jingles smiled, smoothing his Christmas green tunic of its newly required wrinkles. "I'm looking to please you, Santa Clause. Just say the word and I'll do it. You can count on me!" He smiled and lay back on the desk.
"Here!," Santa shouted, his patience running thin as he handed the letter he was holding to Jingles. The elf became interested as he accepted the letter and read it through, frowning at the last part.
"You want me to find this girl's true love?," Jingles asked uncertainly.
Santa nodded and Jingles gasped. "How the heck am I supposed to do that!," Jingles burst out. He rose from the desk, making a mess of the papers as he paced through them. "That's the most stupidest request I've ever heard!"
"You asked what you could do to please me, and now you know," Santa said, giving the elf a 'it's-your-fault' look. "You have till Christmas Eve to find that girl's gift, and I'm counting on you."
Jingles groaned loud as he accepted his mission. "Will you give me the head elf position?," the elf asked thoughtfully, tracing the little brown beard on his face.
"Sure," Santa replied, trying to keep out the fact that the only reason why Jingles was answering the letter was to pry the elf off of his nerves for a while. Jingles looked happy with Santa's answer and raced out of the room, leaving Santa with a larger mess then before.
* * * *
Christmas Eve
Seiya was bored. Okay, he was depressed. For six straight months the youth had done nothing but wander the palace of Kinmoku like he was lost in a trance.
"Seiya, stop thinking about her," Yaten said out loud at the dinner table one day, right in front of Princess Kakyuu.
Seiya growled at his brother, but it didn't help the attention he was now getting from Kakyuu. This was the last person he wanted knowing about his obsession.
The Princess of Kinmoku rose from the table and walked to where Seiya was sitting and placed her hands on his shoulders. "My starlight, please go to your room and get some rest," she whispered into his ear so Taiki and Yaten could not hear. He winced. His princess knew too. Nothing was sacred around here anymore.
As Seiya finally found the piece to sleep, Sailor Starmaker and Sailor Starhealer stood uneasily outside his door. They had a feeling that something was going to happen and they had to be around to stop it.
"I told you it was just a feeling," Healer told Maker, looking up at her tall companion.
The other shrugged her shoulders and said with a smug look, "Hey, I was bored anyway."
All of a sudden, there came loud sounds of banging, thumping, and rolling around coming from inside Seiya's bedroom. Their friend either sounded like he was having a bad dream or that something else was going on. Something more sinister.
"Seiya!," Maker and Healer shouted at the same time as they both grabbed for the door handle and pulled. The door didn't come open in one piece, but this didn't mean anything to two Kinmokian senshi. With star yells focused on Seiya's bed, they stood there for five minutes before Healer walked over to the sheets on the floor and found neither friend nor foe.