A Reason for the Season
Part One
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Christmas. Duo had always hated Christmas. He hated the way he would notice loving parents choosing loving presents for their loved children whenever he went to the market. He hated the way he could see former orphans blushing and stammering as they got to pick out their presents. He hated the way Sister Helen would always sit with him and pray for the right parents for him in the upcoming year. He hated the way she always seemed to believe that those prayers would come true.
He continued to hate Christmas even after he left the church. Presents and loving parents were no longer the receivers of his loathing, but instead the way God had thrown all of Sister Helen's prayers back in her face. She had loved him, and prayed for him, and only succeeded in getting ripped away from him herself.
Because of this, he began to treat Christmas as just any other day, if only to himself. He was the happy one, the bright and cheery one: of course he loved Christmas! But it didn't hold any true special meaning for him.
When he "forgot" to put in for a vacation over Christmas at work, or when he cheerfully told anyone who wished to invite him to their Christmas celebration that he already had plans, Duo had his loathing in mind.
As such, he was horrified to learn that Preventer was closed over the winter holidays, simply so the staff could have some time alone with their families or friends.
Duo didn't want "holiday time" with his friends. He didn't want "holiday time" at all, for that matter.
And so he trudged home to his apartment in a bitter heart on December twenty-second, with nothing but the paperwork in his arms to distract him.
