Christmas Wishes

Winter snowflakes fell silently and without a path outside the window of a glowing house, that was shimmering with the Christmas spirit. The spirit was not lost on the inside of the house, which bustled with holiday joy. The tree's lights sparkled and the garland sprinkled curiosity to anyone who could see the wrapped presents that laid below it. The delicious smell of baked goods led the seeker of Christmas into the small kitchen, where chocolate locks of hair were flying through the warm air. The owner of these brunette locks looked frantically around the room.

"Where is that timer for the cake! I put it here somewhere, I'm sure of it!" Caramel depths glanced around the messy kitchen, searching for the missing timer. She sighed in relief as the bell went off, leading her to look under the table. "Found you! Imagine if Miroku came over to find out that I didn't time the cake. He would blow a couple brain cells." The young girl laughed at the image of her friend's angered face as she pulled the crisp cake out of the oven. The sweet aroma slowly seeped into the girl's nose, making her sigh in relief at the success. She placed the pan onto the counter just as the doorbell rang throughout the silent house. The girl walked over to the door, opening it to be greeted by two ocean colored eyes. A smile graced her lips for the boy in front of her.

"Hey Sango, you done with our cake yet?" The young man slowly walked into the house, welcoming the warmth that surrounded him. Sango only sighed and shut the door, looking as the snow that once lay on his jet black hair slowly melted and dripped onto the floor.

"Hey, watch where you drip! And Yes Miroku, I did get the cake done. All I need to do is place the frosting on it, and it will be ready for eating." Miroku's indigo eyes lit with joy as the word 'frosting' slip through Sango's rosy lips.

"I'll do it!" He quickly ran into the kitchen, not waiting for another word from his friend. Her eyes narrowed with anger as she stormed into the kitchen where her friend now stood, staring at the chocolate frosting that was placed next to the cake. Before he could even touch the container that the frosting was in, he was pulled back by Sango, who was now dragging him over to one of the chairs at the table. She slowly stopped, making him sit in the chair before she walked back over to her creation.

"Excuse me Miroku, but who did all the work here? Not you, me. Since I did all the hard stuff for you, I should be able to do the fun part as well. You can sit there and wait until I am finished, then we can go to your house." She looked back over at the boy, who was now standing in protest.

"No fair, I want to help to! It's supposed to be our cake, not Sango's cake." Her coffee eyes rolled like waves on the ocean sand as she looked back at the cake.

"If it wasn't my cake, why was I the only one here making it? I mean, I do like to cook, but when it's your parent's party, and you're supposed to be the one who bakes the cake, and I end up doing it for you, then it becomes my cake. Since it is my cake, I get to decide who does the frosting of the cake. And I pick me. You just sit there and pretend that you actually helped me with this cake." She pulled off the wrapper as she talked to Miroku, though he didn't give up.

"First of all, since I was horrible with culinary arts, you told me you would help. Second of all, since you liked the cooking part, I was going to let you do that part." Sango cut him off before he could continue.

"I told you I would HELP make the cake. You were the one who left an hour ago and wished me the best of luck! And I only told you I would help you because I felt sorry for you." She slowly dipped the knife into the chocolate frosting, slowly spreading it in circles on the cake. She sighed as one blob stayed in its spot, refusing to give its spot up on the golden cake. She couldn't move it, afraid to bruise the cake. She tried to move it once again, though it stuck like glue.

She froze in her spot when two arms circled around her waist tightly, pressing her small body into another solid form. Sango could only blush as Miroku lowered his head onto her shoulder, letting a puff of hot air tickle her neck. She squirmed when she felt the pant dance across the back of her neck, making the boy behind her laugh slightly.

"No, you helped me because you love me." He whispered, making her eyes widen. She quickly shrugged the boy's head away from her shoulder, afraid to hit him as she turned around. She grabbed his arms and pushed them away from her, making him fall back against the cutting counter in the middle of the kitchen. She looked away from him as she spoke, her voice much quicker than normal.

"I can't spread the frosting with you breathing down my neck like an animal! Get a hold of yourself Miroku." She laughed nervously, hiding the lie behind her excuse for pushing him away. Before he could read the fib that anyone could have seen written on her face, she quickly turned back to her cake, which was her main priority at the time. "Besides, you know how I feel about that word Miroku."

"Jeeze, I was just kidding. I know you don't love me, don't take it so seriously." He laughed at the humor that Sango couldn't find. "We're best buds, not lovers." She ignored the comment as she continued to spread the chocolate. Slight sadness poured into her features as she let his words chip another piece of her heart away. Why would I ever think like that? He's just my friend, nothing more. It's all he wants to be, so why should it matter what I want. If Miroku's happy, then I guess I can try to be happy.

Once again, she felt the presence of a warm body behind her, though this time it didn't touch her. She tensed slightly, knowing who it was once again. She mentally cursed the blush that was already being painted by the fairies not seen to the eye, their mischievous paint brushes using dark pinks and light reds on her cheeks. The arms that once went around her waist now wrapped above her own arms, making his pair of hands intertwine with hers. He slowly aimed her hand with the knife into the chocolate ocean, lightly bringing it up and placing it onto the fields of gold. Slowly, he directed her hands to make long rows on the cake, instead of useless circles.

"It works better Sango; you should know that by now. My mom taught me when I was younger, though I was really only interested in licking the knife at the end." Her breath came out slowly as she nodded to his remark, showing she was listening. He rewarded her with a slight squeeze of his hands over hers, making her blush intensify. She could feel his heat radiating off of his body and seeping into hers, though she hardly minded. She also felt his heartbeat against her back, which was now going as fast as hers. Slowly, she closed her eyes and leaned her head back against his neck, giving into her childish dreams.

She couldn't help the feelings that were now swarming her mind, so instead she welcomed them. Her imagination drew a picture of him, who was now probably smirking at her signs of weakness. She felt the warmth that once covered her right hand was gone, though she did nothing to protest. She did open her eyes when she felt the warmth of the liquid chocolate being smeared over her cheek. She wiggled as he dragged it from her right cheek, over her lips, and onto her left cheek. Though the dots weren't big, they were still there.

"Miroku! Stop that!" She turned around and playfully hit him in the chest, making his smile only widen. "We needed that frosting for the cake!" He started to speak, though he stopped, which made Sango look up at him. His eyes held slight yearning, though it was covered with more emotions like confusion and sadness. She slowly tilted her head, letting her silky dark hair fall to the side. "Miroku?"

The young boy turned Sango around again, hugging her from behind. She instantly relaxed, though tensed suddenly when she felt a light kiss being placed on her neck. She couldn't help but let the old blush that was slowly fading spiral back onto her face. He placed another one onto her neck, making her turn around in his arms once again.

"Make my Christmas dream come true Sango. Please help me make it come alive." He lightly placed a kiss onto her cheek, wiping away the small chocolate dot that was there. He leaned down and placed another kiss onto her right cheek, getting rid of the chocolate that resided there. She looked up at her close friend, who held her like a couple dancing would hold each other.

"What's that?" She asked, making him smile slightly.

"Let me kiss you like I've been wanting to all year." With the small wish, he gently tilted her chin and placed his lips on hers. She couldn't help but let her eyes start to drift shut as she pressed back against his lips, though only for a second before he parted. She held her eyelids up as she looked at her friend, who was now backing away from her. Fear was evident in his cobalt orbs as he looked at the girl in front of him. "Shit, I shouldn't have done that! I'm sorry Sango, I really have to go!" With that, Miroku quickly bolted out the kitchen and into the living room. Shock held Sango in place for only a moment as she raced into the living room to see the door shut. Not wasting any time, she quickly ran to the door and threw it open, calling out Miroku's name. She saw his body running down the street, slowly becoming smaller to her weak eyesight. She called out into the snowy silence, which was the only thing that greeted her besides the chilling wind of Christmas Eve. She sighed and looked up at the grey sky, which covered the moon and stars she hoped to wish on.

"Miroku, make my Christmas wish come true, and tell me you love me. Tell me that you stole my first kiss, as well as my heart, in exchange for your love." She lightly touched her own lips sadly before shutting the door quietly, keeping out the chances for her Christmas dreams to come true.