Half an hour and a lot of explanation later found the twelve young men sitting in the Balamb Garden cafeteria sipping drinks and getting quite a lot of strange looks from students walking by.
"So, this 'disappearing-and-reappearing-in-strange-places' thing could happen to us, too?" demanded Seifer, brow furrowed.
Squall looked mildly alarmed.
"Er...it probably will, actually," said Nuriko with a sympathetic grin. "Wherever we land, the first people we meet usually end up going with us."
Seifer groaned and opened his mouth to complain.
Just then, Squall's friend, Irvine, happened to walk by and saw the strange group sitting at the table. His eyes fell on Nuriko, and his face lit up with a big grin.
"Hi...I don't think I've seen you around before," he said to Nuriko flirtatiously.
Sano, Duo and Omi tried very hard to stifle their laughter.
The purple-haired seishi smirked, and idly toyed with the idea of flirting with Irvine, just to see the look on his face when Nuriko finally told him that he was a guy.
Before he could do anything, however, a girl in a yellow dress flounced up behind Irvine and smacked him on the back of the head. "Irvy! Are you flirting again?!?"
Irvine immediately spun around, eyes wide and hands held up in a gesture of innocence. "Of course not, Selphie dear! You know I'm devoted to you and only you!"
Seifer couldn't stifle a snicker as Selphie narrowed her eyes at the innocently smiling purple-haired 'girl' whom Irvine had been talking to.
Noticing Selphie's glare, Irvine stammered, "uh, she's...she's..."
"I'm a guy," Nuriko calmly interjected. Tossing his braid over his shoulder, he got up from the table, discarding his empty drink can, and nonchantly called to his friends, "you guys coming?"
Trying their level best not to burst out laughing, the other eleven young men followed Nuriko out of the cafeteria, Irvine's horrified yells and Selphie's shrieks of 'IRVY! Now you're flirting with GUYS as well as GIRLS?!? HOW COULD YOU?!??' floating out after them.
The moment they got out the door, however, Duo felt the familiar throbbing in his temples..."uh oh," he uttered, sinking to the floor. The others followed shortly after.
"Here we go again..."
"Shuuichi!" Minamino Shiori called up the stairs to her son's bedroom. "Two of your classmates are here to see you!"
The two classmates in question, girls from Shuuichi's, or rather, Kurama's class, who - like the rest of the school, it seemed - had a huge crush on the redhead, tittered behind Shiori.
In his room, Kurama sighed resignedly, suspecting - correctly - that the 'classmates' his mother was talking about were those two very persistent girls who were always following him around. //I should just tell them I'm gay and get done with it,// he thought to himself. //And maybe if I wish really, really hard, Hiei will actually be gay too...//
He grinned to himself at the thought of the small fire demon that was the oblivious object of his affections.
"Alright, mom," he called, pushing thoughts of Hiei out of his mind and steeling himself for the worst.
Shiori smiled at the two giggling girls and made some idle conversation with them, giving her son a few moments to prepare himself before she sent them up to his room.
And in his room, Kurama gasped as something heavy suddenly fell right on top of him, abruptly knocking all the air out of his lungs. //Wait,// he mentally corrected himself, wincing as more weights landed on his back, //make that *somethings* heavy.//
"Oof! What the - " Duo's gasp was abruptly cut off as Ken landed right on top of him.
"Ow!"
"Where in the name of Suzaku are we now?!?"
"What's a Suzaku?"
"Hn!"
"Er, could you please move your foot off my hand de gozaru?"
"Ooh, sorry!"
"Ooowww!! Not my hair again!!"
"Damn! We *did* get dragged into this crazy mess after all!"
"Aahh! My hand!"
"Will someone please stop ripping my bandanna off?"
"......"
"Leonhart, I told you that you needed to go on a diiiii~et!"
"Argh..." Kurama groaned weakly. "Would you guys please get off me, you're heavy!"
One by one, the twelve guys who'd landed on top of Kurama tumbled off haphazardly, still arguing with each other.
Shiori glanced worriedly at the ceiling. There were some really alarming thumping noises coming from upstairs..."Shuuichi, are you all right?" she called.
"Yeah mom, everything's just fine!" Kurama quickly replied, rather nervously.
"Alright then, dear," called Shiori, then resumed talking to the two girls.
Having averted *that* minor crisis, Kurama then turned his attention back to the more major crisis in his room.
"Guys..." Nobody heard Kurama over the din. He tried again. "GUYS!"
Everyone stopped talking, and turned to look expectantly at Kurama. Satisfied, the green-eyed fox demon nodded. "What in the WORLD is going on here?"
Nuriko, who, by some unspoken consent, seemed to be the spokesperson for the group, quickly explained everything to Kurama, whose looked very confused.
But before Kurama could say anything, there was a knock on his door. Kurama's eyes widened. //Shimatta...the girls!//
He poked his head out the door and smiled weakly at the two girls - who were still giggling. "Hello, Hanako-chan, Yukiko-chan...I'm really sorry, but now is not a good time...I've got some, um, friends over..."
"Ooh!" squealed the girl called Yukiko. "Can we meet your friends, then, Shuuichi-kun?"
"Uh..."
The two girls wriggled past Kurama and bounced into his room, chattering excitedly. They then froze, staring at the rather ruffled-looking group of twelve bishounen - thirteen, including Kurama - around them.
And, with one last squeal, Hanako-chan and Yukiko-chan promptly passed out from sheer overdose of bishounen-ness.
Kurama heaved a sigh of relief and turned to the confused-looking group in front of him. "Thank you...they were getting rather...persistent." He looked somewhat sheepish.
"It's okay, we know exactly how you feel," commiserated Omi.
Ken, Aya and Yohji nodded fervently.
"So, um...what were you saying about dimensional travel?" asked Kurama, looking expectantly at the twelve guys standing around in his room.
Hiei was bored. There was nothing to fight at the moment - well, nothing worth fighting, anyway, and he had nothing better to do. Stifling a yawn, he decided to go check on Kurama. Not, he told himself, that he was *concerned* about the fox or anything like that, of course. Psht. Ridiculous notion.
//But there are always so many of those...females...hanging around him...//
Shaking off the errant thought, Hiei rapidly travelled to Kurama's house, finally ending up in a tree just outside the fox demon's window. What he saw through the window, however, almost made him fall out of his tree.
Kurama was sitting on the floor of his bedroom, talking to a group of strangely-dressed young men, while there were two unconscious girls lying on the fox's bed. Hiei blinked, rubbed his eyes and looked again. Nope, he hadn't been hallucinating.
Making up his mind, Hiei nodded to himself, then zipped through Kurama's open window to stand protectively in front of Kurama, glaring at the group of intruders.
Omi, who was sitting the closest to Kurama, yelped and jumped backward, almost into Yohji's lap, as a black blur shot through the redhead's window to land right in front of him. The blur turned out to be a short, spiky-haired individual, which glared malevolently at him and his companions. "Hurt the fox and you die," it growled.
Yohji didn't look too displeased at this turn of events, as he snaked an arm around Omi's waist and smirked.
Kurama smiled gently, green eyes shining at the sight of the small fire demon. "It's okay, Hiei, they're harmless."
Most of the group, armed to the teeth with swords, claws, darts, super-strength, guns, gunblades and the like, raised their eyebrows at being called 'harmless'.
"You know what I meant!" protested Kurama to his companions.
"Mm-hmm..." Ken, Omi, Yohji, Duo, Nuriko, Seifer and Kenshin chuckled.
Just as Kurama was about to explain the situation to Hiei, the fire demon suddenly sank to the ground, the sharp pain in his temples making him dizzy. "Nani..." he growled.
"...it's happening again..." managed Ken before he, too, passed out. One by one, the others fell to the ground as well.
When they next woke up, however, two of their number actually recognised the place they were in, for once.
"We're home!!!" crowed Duo, dancing joyfully around the small bathroom of the Gundam pilots' safehouse, oblivious to the fact that the bathroom was really too small for much dancing in with fourteen people crammed into it - waitaminute, make that fifteen. A horrified Wufei, who'd been in the process of taking a bath when the group of dimensional-travellers had appeared, had quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself to preserve his modesty, gaping at the intruders.
"MAXWELL! What do you think you're DOING?!?"
Duo grinned at the dark-haired Chinese boy while his companions, save Heero, stared on in bemusement. "We're BACK, Wu-man!"
The noise brought Quatre and Trowa, who had been downstairs, running into the bathroom as well, just in time to hear Wufei yell, "Maxwell! Don't call me that!"
"Baka." Heero smirked.
"Heero! Duo!" Quatre smiled in delight. "You guys are back! We were so worried..."
Behind him, Trowa, with one arm around Quatre's waist, nodded solemnly. "Who are these?" he suddenly asked, waving his free hand at the twelve confused young men crammed into the bathroom with them.
"Hey, look, chibi, there's two of you!" Yohji whispered to Omi, gesturing at Quatre.
Looking at the blond, blue-eyed boy, baby-faced like himself, Omi laughed, and waved merrily at Quatre.
A little bemused, Quatre smiled and waved back. "So...er...who are you guys?"
"Long story de gozaru..." sighed Kenshin, but before he could continue, everything went black again.
Schuldich sighed impatiently, watching Brad hang yet another string of tinsel on the wall. "What's with all the decorations, Braddy-brad? You usually don't even bother about Christmas!"
"Don't call me that."
"Then tell me what's up with all the decorating!" Schuldich tried his best to pry it out of Brad's mind, but to his annoyance, the American's mind was firmly closed off to him.
Brad smirked mysteriously. "I foresaw...something."
"Augh!" Rolling his eyes, Schuldich stalked out of the room, grumbling under his breath. It was useless to argue with Brad when he was in one of his moods; the American had been annoyingly smug since he'd figured out how to block Schuldich from messing around with his thoughts. Schuldich decided to go check on Farfarello instead. The Irishman had been getting antsy around the Christmas season - what could you expect from someone whose life's goal was to hurt God? - and now that it was actually Christmas Day, Farfarello would go on a total rampage if he wasn't properly restrained.
"I live with weirdos," he muttered.
Brad's amused voice floated out from the room he'd just left. "You're not so normal yourself, Schuldich."
"Bite me, Braddy-brad." The German smirked, knowing that using the 'pet name' he'd given Brad would annoy the American for sure.
"Mmm...sounds good. Maybe later."
Schuldich blinked. Was Brad flirting with him? Brad didn't flirt.
//Maybe he's finally succumbed to my charms...// Schuldich had been trying to get the American to fall for him for months now, with practically no results.
He snorted to himself. //And maybe pigs will fly,// he thought sarcastically. //I don't know why I like that idiot, anyway. Hmpf.//
Nagi strolled past at that moment, floating seven huge bottles of soft drinks in front of him. At Schuldich's raised eyebrow, the Japanese boy nodded towards Brad and shrugged, muttering, "he told me to do it."
The German telepath shook his head. "Cracked," he murmured mournfully, then ambled off to check on Farfarello's restraints.
"Oof!" Squall landed on something soft and comfortable this time...but he wasn't comfortable for long, as Seifer fell right into his lap moments later.
Squall turned his face up to the ceiling, grumbling, "Santa, I asked you for a new gunblade for Christmas, and this is what I get?"
"Idiot," grumbled Seifer, clambering off Squall's lap, and managing to thorougly grope his rival in the process. He settled down on the sofa - for that was where they'd landed - beside the scarred brunette, smirking in a satisfied manner. Squall, too, was looking curiously pleased with himself.
Kenshin, Aya, Sano and Ken landed beside them in a heap moments later, followed by Kurama, Hiei, Duo, Heero, Nuriko, Hotohori, Yohji, Omi, Trowa and Quatre.
They all sat up, dusted themselves off, and stared at each other. They were in a comfortable-looking sitting room, festively decorated, with a Christmas tree in one corner, and a food and drink-filled table in another.
"Whoa..." murmured Duo, eyeing the food appreciatively, while Omi and Nuriko were busy trying to explain the situation to Trowa and Quatre, who were still hopelessly confused.
Suddenly, with a loud thump, Wufei, still clad only in a towel, landed on the sofa right between Seifer and Squall. The sixteen young men turned to gape at him.
And burst out laughing as Wufei screeched, "INJUSTICE! Where am I?!?"
He levelled a glare at Duo, who smiled innocently at him. "Maxwell, I'm sure that in some weird, twisted way, this is all *your* fault..."
Duo merely chuckled.
Just then, Schuldich, Nagi and Brad entered the room.
The response was immediate. Weiss, led by, of course, Aya, were up in a second, weapons out, glaring at the three newcomers.
"Schwarz," snarled Aya. "Shi-ne!"
"That's really not a very nice way to greet us, Abyssinian," remarked Brad mildly. "Especially as you're in our sitting room right now."
Schuldich and Nagi turned to stare at Brad as if he'd sprouted a horn and three pairs of ears.
Ignoring his teammates' glares, Brad smirked and continued, "Since it's Christmas, why don't we lay off the rivalry for a day or two?" He shrugged, and gestured round the room. "We're more prepared for a party than a fight, anyway."
Exchanging uncertain glances with each other, Ken and Omi slowly lowered their weapons, followed by Yohji, and finally, Aya.
"Let the party begin!" said Brad grandly, starting the CD player. Christmas carols poured softly into the warm, cosy room as all the young men began to relax and get into the spirit of Christmas. Brad stepped away from the CD player, smirking to himself. //I always wanted to say that.//
Grabbing onto Brad's arm, Schuldich dragged the American into a corner and stared at him critically. "What's up with you, Braddy-Brad? You've gone all...soft. I can't believe we're in the same *building* as Weiss, and we're not fighting with them!"
"It's Christmas, Schu," Brad shrugged. "Oh, and anyway..." he smirked wickedly, "I foresaw this."
Schuldich rolled his eyes. "So *that's* why you've been preparing for this party..."
"And anyway," continued Brad, nonchalantly, "I have better things to do than fight Weiss."
"Oh?" Schuldich raised an eyebrow. "And what might those things be, exactly?"
Brad's smirk grew wider, if that was even possible. "This," he said, and leaning closer to Schuldich, he gently pressed his lips against the German's.
When Brad pulled away, Schuldich was gaping at him, wide-eyed. "Wha - wha - "
Brad grinned. He was enjoying this immensely. It was exceedingly rare that he could leave Schuldich, of all people, speechless...
The American pointed to the ceiling, and smirked at his companion. "Mistletoe."
Glancing up, Schuldich saw that there was, indeed, a small sprig of mistletoe hung above them. Grinning and recovering his composure somewhat, he smirked seductively at Brad. "Care to continue this somewhere else?"
Brad returned the smirk. "Lead on," he said agreeably, slipping an arm about the German's waist as they meandered off to a more...secluded...area of the house.
"Nice party, this," remarked Hotohori to his purple-haired companion, as they sipped their champagne.
"Mmm..." Nuriko nodded, smiling.
"And I still have yet to give you your Christmas present," the Emperor informed his companion.
Nuriko blushed. "Y-yes, Hotohori-sama...actually, I have a present for you, too."
"Really? What is it?"
Violet eyes twinkled. "It's a secret!"
"But it's already Christmas..." wheedled Hotohori.
"Oh, all right." Laughing, Nuriko pulled a small box out of his pocket, and handed it to the Emperor, smiling a little nervously.
Eagerly opening the box, Hotohori pulled out a slender silver chain, on which hung an amethyst pendant in the shape of a star - his symbol.
"Oh, Nuriko..." he pulled the other seishi into a hug. "It's beautiful. Thank you."
Nuriko smiled blissfully. Hotohori-sama was hugging him! He sighed softly and beamed up at the Emperor. "I'm glad you like it, Hotohori-sama."
"I do...very much." Hotohori pulled away slightly, smiling down into sparkling violet eyes. Leaning down, he captured Nuriko's tempting pink lips in a long kiss, leaving the purple-haired seishi breathless in his arms.
"Hotohori-sama...I - " He was cut off as the brown-haired seishi kissed him again.
" - but Miaka - " Hotohori's lips cut him off yet again, preventing him from saying more, and leaving him with no doubt about how the Emperor felt about Miaka, and about him.
Duo leaned against the window, munching on canapés and staring out into the clear night sky with a wistful smile on his face.
Heero stood slightly behind him, the look on his face uncertain.
Suddenly, the braided boy let out a joyful whoop. "Look, Hee-chan, it's snowing!"
Impulsively grabbing the dark-haired boy by the arm, Duo ran out of the house into the snow, dragging the Japanese pilot with him. He spun Heero around in the softly falling snow, laughing as tiny white snowflakes dotted his hair and coat, stark against the darkness of the evening sky.
Despite himself, the stoic Japanese pilot could not help smiling at the joy on Duo's face. Pulling Duo towards him, he impulsively wrapped the American boy in a hug, burying his face in the soft strands of chestnut hair, dotted with glittering snowflakes.
"I think I know what you meant, Duo," he whispered.
"Hmm...?"
"About how Christmas is an occasion to spend time with the ones you love..." murmured Heero, putting slight emphasis on the word 'love'. He flushed slightly. "Duo...suki da."
Duo tilted his face up to look at Heero, violet eyes sparkling. "Suki da, Heero. Dai suki da..."
The chestnut-haired boy gave Heero a quick kiss on the nose, then grinned and took him by the hand, dragging him back towards the house. "Now, Heero...let me tell you about this other Christmas tradition we have...it's called mistletoe..."
They ran back towards the house hand-in-hand, identical silly grins on their faces.
"Awww..." Ken grinned as he looked out the window, sipping a glass of red wine.
Aya, who was standing behind him, raised an eyebrow. "Nani?"
"Them." The dark-haired boy pointed out of the window, where Heero and Duo were standing ankle deep in snow, locked in a tender embrace.
"Hn." Aya regarded Ken thoughtfully. Was it just his imagination, or had there been just a hint of - something - in Ken's eyes when he looked at him...?
//Yare yare...you'll never know if you don't try, right?//
He steeled himself. "Ken," he began, trying to hide his nervousness. //Fujimiya Aya does *not* get nervous!//
"Hai?" Ken turned towards him, chocolate brown eyes open and trusting.
"Would you like to join them?"
Ken gaped. "Na-na-na-nani?!?"
"Would you like to join them?" repeated Aya patiently. Without waiting for a response, he grabbed Ken's hand and pulled him towards the door.
//Omigoshomigoshohmigosh Aya's holding my hand this has gotta be a dream mmm his hand is so warm but argh there is NO way this would ever happen to me ohmigosh - //
And then they were out the door, and Aya was kissing him in the snow, and all he could think of was how wonderful, how perfect Aya's lips felt on his, and how their bodies melded ever so nicely together as they embraced in the gently falling snow...
Kenshin ladled up a cupful of fruit punch for himself, softly humming along to the Christmas carols currently playing as he did so.
"Hey, Kenshin?"
He paused in mid-ladle, and turned to smile at his best friend. "Hai, Sano?"
"Er..."
The crimson-haired rurouni tilted his head, regarding the tall young man in front of him patiently and with not a little curiosity. "What is it, Sano?"
Sano pointed at the cup and ladle Kenshin was currently holding. "Um...could you put that down first?"
Blinking, Kenshin complied, then looked up at his friend quizzically.
Stepping foward, Sano slipped his arms around Kenshin a little awkwardly, then dipped the rurouni backward and kissed him passionately. Kenshin felt his arms lifting as if of their own accord, sliding into Sano's hair and tangling in the soft brown spikes...
When Sano set him back on his feet, Kenshin grabbed onto the edge of the table to steady himself, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling. "S-sano...what was that for?" //Not that I'm complaining at *all*, of course...// said a tiny little voice in his head. //I've wanted you to do this for *months* now...//
Sano's face was bright red. "Mistletoe," he explained, trying to look as if that was all there was to it.
"Oh," said Kenshin, eyeing the innocuous-looking green sprig above them.
He tilted his head a little, and grinned wickedly at the spiky-haired boy. "Well, we're still under the mistletoe," he pointed out innocently, sidling closer to Sano.
Sano's face lit up.
Hiei's eyes widened as he looked at the long table piled high with food.
"Sweet snow!" he cried happily, pouncing on the tub of chocolate ice-cream and proceeding to devour it all. Kurama watched from behind him, smiling gently.
When the small fire demon was done, he sat back, smirking happily. There was chocolate ice-cream smeared all over his face, and Kurama couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.
"Nani?" demanded Hiei, as he saw his friend grinning at him.
"You've got some ice-cream on your face," Kurama told him, chuckling. "Just there - no, there - I'll get it - "
Leaning forward, the redhead flicked out a pink tongue, licking ice-cream off the corner of Hiei's mouth. Then, sitting back, he squeezed his eyes shut and hoped fervently that Hiei wouldn't kill him. //I just couldn't resist...//
Slightly shocked, Hiei regarded the mildly panicky fox demon in silence for a while. Then, he smirked. //Kurama no baka...//
"Oi, fox."
When Kurama finally opened his eyes, Hiei's entire face was smeared with ice-cream, and the little fire demon was regarding him with a wicked twinkle in his crimson eyes.
"Help me get the sweet snow off, fox."
Yohji lay down on the sofa, stretching luxuriously. "Ahhh...this is the life..."
"It is, isn't it..." Omi clambered onto Yohji, sitting on his stomach and grinning mischievously at him.
Yohji smiled and groaned softly as Omi trailed a line of hot kisses down the side of his jaw.
"Ahh, Omittchi...!"
Seeing that the loveseat was currently unoccupied, Seifer sat down and made himself comfortable, stretching his long, lean legs out in front of him and crossing them at the ankles. He toyed with the stem of his wine glass as he thoughtfully regarded the other occupants of the room, smirking slightly.
If you're trying to look cool, it's not working very well," murmured a drily amused voice in his ear.
The scarred blonde started slightly as Squall slid into the loveseat beside him, also holding a glass of wine. He raised an eyebrow.
"Aren't you underage?" he asked the younger man mockingly, indicating the glass of wine in Squall's hand.
Squall raised an eyebrow. "Like anyone around here actually gives a damn..."
"True, true."
"......"
"By the way, this is a loveseat, you know."
"I know."
"Ooo-kay. Just checking."
The brunette shrugged. "Actually, I'm just trying to work up the nerve to do something." He eyed his glass of wine warily, then drained it in one gulp.
Seifer blinked as Squall swallowed the wine. "No wonder you're talking more than usual."
"...whatever..."
After a few minutes of silence, Seifer enquired, "so, what was the thing you wanted to do, anyway?"
Squall's full pink lips curved up in a sexy smirk. "I thought you'd never ask."
Leaning across, he captured Seifer's lips in a steamy kiss, tugging gently on the blonde's bottom lip with his teeth. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally pulled away. Both boys were gasping for breath.
Panting slightly, Seifer smirked at the younger man, a mischievous twinkle in his emerald eyes.
"More wine?" he offered.
"Mmm...this is so nice, ne, Tro-chan?" murmured Quatre happily, cuddling up to Trowa.
"Hai, kitty-cat..." Trowa dropped a kiss on the top of Quatre's blonde head.
Quatre smiled at Trowa's use of his nickname for him. "It's a gorgeous Christmas evening, everyone's happy, and Heero and Duo are finally together..." He shot a fond glance at the pair, wrapped in a thick blanket and curled up in a corner by the fireplace.
"Mmmm...where's Wufei?"
Wufei was currently curled up in an armchair near the fireplace, grumbling to himself about injustice and being stuck in some unknown place with people he didn't know. And, he was still clad in only a towel. Luckily, it was a thick, fluffy towel, so he wasn't cold or anything...but it was undignified. And Wufei hated being undignified.
"Need to borrow some clothes?"
Wufei turned to see who was speaking to him. It turned out to be a dark-haired Japanese boy who appeared to be about the same age as himself. //He's quite cute, actually...//
The Chinese boy viciously quashed that thought. //I am not gay!//
The Japanese boy held out a hand. "Naoe Nagi."
Wufei took his hand, and smiled. "Chang Wufei."
After Wufei had borrowed some of Nagi's clothes, the two took a walk outside in the snow, then came back in and drank some wine to warm themselves up, got rather tipsy and ended up spending the remainder of the night making out in the armchair by the fireplace. Wufei finally admitted to himself that he was gay and that Nagi was cute, and he and Nagi ended up having quite a merry Christmas after all.
And Wufei concluded that the world was not quite as unjust as he had claimed it to be earlier.
Nagi simply smiled.
Meanwhile, in a laboratory somewhere quite far away, Dr. J stared at a wall full of TV screens, cackled and rubbed his hands together with glee. "Guys! Our dimensional space-time warp machine works!"
His friend, Dr. G, sauntered up and sat down next to him, handing him a glass of wine. He grinned, looking at the viewscreens showing couples in various states of bliss, all five Gundam pilots being somewhere in the mix. "You're getting sappy in your old age, J."
"Am not!"
"Oh, face it, J. You wanted to see them all happy, didn't you..." Master O chuckled tolerantly.
"Oh, well..." Dr. J shrugged. "It's Christmas. They've wasted most of their youth fighting; they deserve to be happy for a little while at least."
"Agreed,"smiled Dr. G. He raised his glass in a toast. "Merry Christmas, guys."
The other four scientists raised their glasses as well. "Merry Christmas!"
Merry Christmas, minna-san! =)
