Disclaimers: Don't own Disgaea
Of Dear Santa's and Confidential Angels
It's been a week since the castle has been trimmed to the extreme. Ten more weeks 'till Christmas and a few extra days I have to endure of this 'happy' torture. Mother outdid herself telling people over and over about Christmas and Santa, making me retch every time. Christmas actually began for me last week when I volunteered to buy ornaments with Aunt Etna. I was curious about her, and to be honest that was the only reason I went. I found that humans were such ignorant creatures on Earth. Many I could imagine as demons. My pink haired idol had pulled me into a dressing room, telling me how 'human' I was defending Mort, our big friend. She also got me to dress as a human, warm, comfy and despicably cute. She enjoyed playing dress up, though she seems to really like the cold and would've been fine in just her normal revealing leather suit alone. The clothes she picked out for me exactly fit my body, and she noticed my chest… a little too much. She reminisced about her past, telling it to me it was a story full of morals, and some insults about mother. Insults, I'm sure, that would make my mom flip.
Not to self: Males attracted to huge chest. Accentuate for occasions… and-
Akina paused, and crossed out 'accentuate for occasion' and replaced it with 'accentuate whenever possible.'
Once we got back, many lazy asses were already working. Many were very amused by the colorful trinkets. Some vassals had managed to make off with some gingerbread and candy canes. Before the whole castle was finished, father returned home, I didn't see him come for I was in the throne room, observing the highly decorated throne but I knew he was there, for his voice was so recognizable and loud. I heard mother, scolding him in an equally loud voice, trying to explain and calm him down and planned that the whole family decorate the 'main' tree that was just right by the throne. Father for some reason was enjoying hanging useless things on the equally useless tree. In fact, he enjoyed it SO much that he volunteered to decorate the others. This week everyone's worried about writing a letter of lists of things they like. I'm writing one myself.
Akina
Akina got up from the coffin where she was writing in, stretched and walked out into the throne room. She looked up at the tree her family decorated, remembering some argumentations over where to put what, and some disappointment of the screech of glass as ornaments were clumsily dropped, smashing into billions of speckles of shards. The blur of faces and expressions on them whizzed past the princess' head as she scrunched her forehead, hoping to gain inspiration. It was hard to think already, and even harder to get inspired what with her little brother's shrill voice ringing loudly and bouncing off the walls to echo into her ears. Ferez was sitting on King Laharl's lap constantly asking him "spell this!" and "spell that!"
The blue haired female groaned.
"What is it Akina?"
Akina stood frozen in place; the only movement was her head turning to face her father. His voice was overpowering.
"What is… what?"
"Anything wrong?"
"No, I just find all of this…"
She paused and spread her arms out to emphasize all.
"Is ridiculous."
"I think it's fun!" chirped the young child, looking up from parchment. Laharl nodded in agreement to his young son, being nudged and verbally harassed by the cute boy. He glanced around cautiously, and sighed with relief. One slip of the tongue and wrong movement and he'd be sleeping on the cold, clammy stone floor for the night or perhaps longer. If he was caught, that is.
"I'm making a list and letter."
"You too?" Laharl smacked his forehead, "So is Oskari."
Akina giggled. Oskari didn't complain about anything going on. Oskari actually hadn't filed ONE complaint all his life!
"It's pointless. I just don't have inspira-"
"That's 'cause you're boring!" the Laharl-clone yelled.
"I just don't have your enthusiasm for this crap. I envy you," Akina replied dryly.
"That's okay, I'll help you sis!"
Silence. Scratch. Scratch. The quill's noise comforted the young prince as he scribbled in a notebook in his silence solemnly. He smiled at a rolled up piece of parchment on his left, and continued with his endeavor. A young female archer walked in his room, her form shaking anxiously. "Prince."
Her voice sounded surprisingly calm and steady. Heat rushed to her cheeks as she continued to glance at the prince, her heart beating wildly in fits of nervousness, her mind in a haze, the world spinning-it all stopped when she focused her attention on the floor.
"What?"
The archer tried to speak, but the only things that left her mouth were stuttered inaudible words. For a split second, she just stood there dumbly, and then rushed out the door. Oskari raised an eyebrow and noticed a piece of paper the shape of an angel swerve around as if it was dancing with the wind drop on the floor gracefully. It landed on what appeared to be the back. The prince looked at the front decorated side with the plump circular face, yellow hair and 2-D halo attached to the head(which looked surprisingly familiar) then turned it to the back once more, on the top were the words 'secret wish' and on the bottom 'name.'
The archer dashed until reaching the end of the hall, stopping for a break, leaning a hand on her chest to feel the rapid beating of her heart and the quick heave of her chest.
"Whew… It's so unnerving… just being around him."
"We still have to study?"
After this statement all ears were perked, listening intently.
"Yes. It's mandatory.
There were several groans at the answer. A young brawler glared at the older celestian in front of the board, and he twitched in annoyance only to have a smile returned.
"At the request of Queen Flonne we will learn about-."
"About Christmas?"
A young demon spoke up, bright eyes gleaming behind spectacles grinning scornfully at Akina who ignored it.
"Also called P.L.A.G Day."
Everyone turned to Oskari who stared blankly ahead, with mouths agape. Nadine smiled at him and praised him.
"Today we will start with-"
"Akina keeps kicking me!"
The accused didn't bother to defend her self, she just did as she was told and moved away. The plaintiff bit on her bottom lip presenting her fangs, while the accused returned a death glare, and a finger crudely standing all alone on its own.
'I'll have your head Elma, served swelteringly hot on a golden platter.'
By the time class drew to a close, Elma began tauntingAkina. She had slid over slowly, purposefully, to the desk of her nemesis, and snatched up her list. Her eyes inspected her list as well as Akina's contrasting the two.
"My, my. So selfish are we? Don't you have enough already, princess?"
"I don't hide, unlike you, always cloaking your own selfishness and covetousness."
Akina's words made the young succubus demon tick. Elma looked insane, a crazed look behind circular frames. The princess smiled sickly sweet at her rival, adding 'dead Elma' onto her list, and proceeded to leave the classroom only stopping to let her twin know that she was skipping the rest of class and any other class planned that day. In a flash she was gone from class unnoticed she darted around corners undetected, heading back to her safe haven… Her room. She kicked her shoes off as she entered, and sat down on her bed, deciding to convert her list into a letter to 'Santa.' She much preferred being within the coffin that lay forlorn in the corner of her parent's bedroom, but it was too much of a risk, for if her mother found out-she shook her head and then groaned, remembering the sensation of the dark blue velvet in the coffin making contact with her bare skin. She'd have to deal without the coffin for now.
Sshwoop!
A sword flew at Oskari, he ducked in time, the sword barely missing his face. A few delicate strands of hair were minced however. He stood within the center of the fighting square, open to many attacks. That was what he wanted. He stood alert, gaze sharp, waiting for more attacks to be brought upon him and he silently expressed his contentment that Akina skipped. Oskari often was drawn into battle royals where several challengers wish to thrash him before even starting with each other, however Akina would protectively join him. As annoying as it was getting attacked at all angles, he felt he had to prove himself, for many of his male peers sometimes believe him weaker than his sister because of her protectiveness of him which makes him seem so fragile compared to her.
Suddenly there was a heavy weight upon his back. He looked through the corner of his eyes to see that he was in Elma's clutches! She whistled and her clique came running, and they all jumped onto Oskari in frenzy, bringing him down. Hard. He groaned under the weight, his male peers appeared within his field of vision and laughed.
"How do you feel?" A rogue asked.
"Dreadful."
But no one seemed to have heard. This would be one of the benefits of having Akina. He suddenly wished his sister did stay for the remainder of schooling.
Many vassals came rushing into the throne room and anywhere else Christmas trees were located. They were taking their sweet time looking at the tree with wonder(as they've been doing for the past days) as they hung their angel shaped paper on the trees' foliage. Laharl looked around uninterested, ready to fall asleep, feeling misplaced in all the 'crap' that was happening. Queen Flonne elbowed the nearly sleeping figure, eyes glowing as bright as the lights on the trees.
Click. Click.
Akina jumped from where she was at and fled into her closet. A plump circular head
peeped into her room, ruby eyes glancing around searchingly.
"Is anyone here?"
The intruder stood in the center of the room, pushing his knees against the bed, putting an index finger into his mouth, now looking more youthful than ever. The 'convict' within the closet held in any words she felt compelled to scream. She however couldn't keep the words in.
"No body's here!"
"I thought somebody was here!"
Just as Akina slapped her hands onto her mouth sheepishly, the closet door opened.
"Aki! Aren't you supposed to be finishing a few more minutes of class?"
"Shh…"
The little boy smirked. He figured that his elder sister perhaps had been taking refuge almost the whole day within her room. He also knew she probably felt stupid. He turned at the sound of a low familiar voice.
"Oski!"
"Hey, there!"
Akina waved a little, and her eyes widened as she inspected her brother's bruised appearance. Her pink lips curled into a cunning smirk.
"What happened here?" "Got jumped."
Oskari placed a hand on the back of his head sheepishly. At this Akina laid her hand upon her brother's bruised cheek and caressed it, her smirk lessening but still apparent. The young prince explained everything that happened in a few words and handed Akina a paper angel like he had afterwards.
"Oh. Thanks, I guess."
Akina inspected the paper as Ferez babbled on and on about it. To stop him, the blue haired demon smiled and patted his head softly.
"Why were you in here in the first place?"
"Since school released us a little bit earlier, I was bored so I took up opening doors and peeking in." Akina rolled her eyes. Her young brother had the attention span of a roach. Akina hurriedly wrote a wish onto the angel. The three children of the overlord then crept towards the throne room, stepping aside to the countless vassals flooding in. Many of them were telling each other what they wished for. Unintentionally.
"Dear Santa I…"
"Dear Santa…" "Dear."
Luckily for them, there were so much of them that their voice droned out into an unintelligible sound, a chorus of a mess. Everyone knew, even the demons, that wishes don't come true if anyone knew what they wished for. The demons were being stupid, or in a way boasting about what they were asking for. The three could've sworn they heard the voice of a familiar lazy zombie who probably wasn't even permitted in the entranceway of the throne room's voice say,
"Dear Santa, I wish for new clean underwear."
This made Akina snort.
"Idiotic."
The female demon nodded to her twin. "Clean underwear? Is it worth it?"
" Nope, probably not Ferez. Not if it can't stay clean."
The siblings nodded to each other in agreement.
A/n: Another chapter completed. It's much longer than the other chapters.
(celebrates the length of the chapter) R/R tell me what you think, suggest things, all that kinda stuff. It's my cousin's birthday March 1st! Happy 14th! XD You crappy person. Oh and I know several other people who I care about whose b-day is on this month as well. I can't name them all though. (Can't get through a chapter without dedicating it to anyone) The chapter after this one will be short, sorry if that's disappointing. Not only that, I don't know whether if I'll even be able to type it, with writing the other chapter on paper, and all the school crap going on. The biggest school thing is that my Spring vacation is taken by my trip to Quebec with my French class and other French students from other schools from my city. Yep. I'll pray that they have some computer's in there or some random person will bring one. If not, I may be able to finish writing some more in my notebook.
I'd appreciate some e-mail. - My e-mail is if you wanna reach me.
Preview for Chapter 5:
I'm hearing voices. Voices I've never heard before. The owners of the voices apparently know my parents. I'm bothered and disturbed. What kind of conspiracy is being plotted? Who the hell does that annoying voice belong to?
DUN DUN DUN!
