This Is Not My Day; 6
Enter Santa Clause
As you passed through the bedroom section of the palace you could hear an assortment of sounds coming from various rooms.
The girl were running in and out of each other's rooms borrowing missing items, helping each other, and just having a fun time getting ready.
Duo was sitting on his bed eating chocolates and reading an antique book Relena had suggested he read. She was one of the only ones who knew his passion for literature. This Harry Potter guy was funny, so much different from the serious books he liked, but you could only read War and Peace so many times.
Quatre was lending the girls a hand by holding open a page in a fashion magazine for Catherine. She was trying to do a professional style for Sally by looking at the picture. Once in a while Quatre would make and accurate suggestion and the girls would marvel over his great eye for hairstyles.
Trowa had finished his book on how to trick a trickster and was now trying to find as many practical jokes as he could fit into the pockets of his tuxedo. Would he and the people surrounding him ever have an interesting night.
Wufei was busy hand washing his silk traditional Chinese robes. It wasn't his fault they were a bit stained he grumbled as he scrubbed. Why couldn't that onna have brought them to the dry-cleaner's along with her dress?
Finally we come to the last occupied room of the house. It seemed a little argument was going on.
"I refuse to wear that."
"It's the only suit I have available for you." Milliardo said with a grin.
"I will not wear that monstrosity."
"Come on, Relena's expecting someone to wear it."
Heero grabbed the suit and walked out grumbling. He stalked past Wufei who was up to his eyebrows in bubbles. He made a mental note to stay away from Trowa who was squirting a plastic flower at the mirror.
A group of girls almost trampled him into the plush carpet as they pulled Quatre into the next room. Heero glared at Duo who was finishing off a box of chocolates and laughing while saying "He stuck the wand up its nose."
Heero slammed the door to his room. All the noise stopped for a moment and everyone stared at the door before going back to their various activities.
Heero opened his laptop and after about an hour of intense typing Relena popped her head in the room. Heero slammed the top of his laptop down on his hand.
"Heero, remember that remarkable French twist you put my hair in last year? Could you do it again?
Heero didn't really know what a French twist was. He just recalled that he had accidentally knocked down her hair last year and tried to put it back up. He had been too distracted by how silky her long blond hair was, and how great it smelled.
He inhaled; it still smelled like cherry blossoms. She sat on the edge of his bed and handed him a brush. He didn't know how he did it, with her sitting on his bed and his hands in her hair, but he finally got her tresses up into some kind of fashion.
She looked in the mirror she had in her hand. "You know something Heero, this style is very fragile. If one of these pins fell out the whole thing would collapse."
He looked at the atrocity he had created with her beautiful hair and tried to pull it out.
She evaded his hands and walked out the door. He hoped she wasn't thinking of going to the dance with her hair looking like that.
"Hey Jousan."
*Bang*
"Oh no! My hair fell down when you bumped into me. I'll have to go put it back up."
"I didn't do it… you just pulled out a pin…"
*Snap*
"Ow, why did you kick me!"
Duo opened the door and hopped in.
"That girl's starting to act like you, she keeps hurting me. Did you see her hair? It looked like an owl was sitting on her head."
Heero glared at him.
"So did you get that suit from Milliardo yet?"
Heero kept glaring.
Duo was unfazed by the ice bullets being shot at him and walked over to Heero's closet. He cringed at the row of green tank tops, then jeans, jackets, and finally different tops. He found a black turtle neck and made a mental note to borrow it. Smashed in the back of the closet was a tuxedo bag.
He lugged it out and opened the zipper. He blinked in surprise and dropped the suit.
Heero took his glaring up a notch and was now turning Duo into an ice sculpture.
Duo looked from the suit to Heero and back again.
"Well it certainly isn't your color."
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Relena and Milliardo were downstairs ready to great the guests who were politicians and their families. Relena turned to her brother.
"Did you find a tuxedo for Heero?"
Milliardo seemed to think this was funny. "Yes, and he'll make a great Santa."
"You made him Santa? Are you nuts? He'll scare all the children, and if any of them sit on his lap he'll glare at them until they start to cry and wet themselves. If any of them actually get to the point of telling him what they want for Christmas he'll probably tell them that Santa doesn't bring things to spoiled children and to go ask their parents."
"So it wasn't a good idea?"
"No!"
"I kind of liked the part where they wet themselves."
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"Alright Heero, I'll help you become a great Santa."
"That's all I need right now."
"First you must have a jolly laugh, 'hohoho,' now you try."
"HoHoHo."
Duo crawled out from under the bed.
"That was the scariest jolly laugh I have ever heard. You're going to make the kids to wet themselves, that's the last thing you want when they are on your lap. Try again."
"HohoHo"
"Ummm… no. It was a bit better, maybe if you tried smiling at the same time."
Heero smiled. "HohoHO."
"Oh good God! That was incredibly frightening. That's where the zero laugh went to, you'll have the parents wetting themselves too if you do that. It's got to be warmer, think of Relena when you do it, and not killing her either.
"Hohoho."
"It's just stopped being scary, now it's just pathetic. You need some emotion in it."
A few minutes later;
"If you make me ho ho ho one more time I'm going to stick this padding up your…"
"Now Heero, that's no way for Santa to act." Quatre said from the door. "I just stood here and listened to your jolly laugh go from diabolical to snarling. What you're missing is Christmas spirit.
Duo snapped his fingers. "Let's sing carols." They started off in a spirited rendition of Silent Night. By the time the second verse came up not only was Heero singing but the other two had stopped to listen to him.
As Heero finished off the last bar Quatre and Duo were wiping tears out of their eyes.
"That was beautiful, I didn't know you could sing like that. Do you feel more like Santa now?"
"Santa's a fat old cheerful man who wears red pajamas and visits little kids at night after watching them all year. He sounds perverted and a bit out of it. And he never gave me the Wing Zero I wanted for Christmas last year."
Heero glowered at the wall. Duo always said that was Heero's form of crying, and the closest thing to tears you would get out of the stoic soldier.
Wufei knocked on the door and Duo told him to come back later because Heero was crying. Wufei muttered something about having to see that and pushed his way into the room.
"He's not crying, he's glaring at the wall." Heero turned his gaze towards him. "Now he's glaring at me; it's un-nerving *cough* I mean injustice."
"He's just irritated because he didn't get his Gundam for a gift last year."
"He didn't either. Nakatu, where are you? Did you fall off of Santa's sleigh?"
Duo looked at Quatre, Quatre met his eyes. "I didn't ask for my Gundam last year, did you?"
"No of course not, that would be foolish."
Neither of them missed the unmistakenable tears in each other's eyes, yet neither of them mentioned it.
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