Christmas Classics

The Little Match Boy

It was a terribly cold night, one that normal folk wouldn't be outside to bare. He walked around the streets in his little bare feet, he did have worn out shoes earlier but lost them while avoiding getting trampled by horses and carriages, one of which, he couldn't find and the other was stolen by a dog who ran too fast for him to chase. So now he trudged through the snow with his bare feet which were quite blue and frostbitten.

With nothing more than a rag of a jacket left on his shoulders, and an old pair of pants, he walked around in the snow. In his icy cold hands were bundles of matches he had been attempting to sell that day to no avail, he wrapped his arms around himself in attempts to warm himself up. He stared at the smoke that came out of his mouth as he breathed, he tightened his grip as he continued walking.

The redhead's teeth were clattering as he continued his way down the empty street, no one had bought his matches nor had anyone given him a single penny. So he walked, snowflakes dancing in theair before landing in his fiery red hair and melted into water, but he didn't care, he was mainly focusing on staying awake in the middle of the terrible blizzard.

All around him lights were glowing through windows and the aroma of great feasts that people were eating reached his nose. Whimpering lightly to himself he forced his feet to carry him to a little alleyway between two houses and huddled up at the end of the path, letting the matches fall onto his stomach as he rubbed his hands together trying to keep them from going completely numb.

The cold wind howled and he shivered more as it reached and went through the holes in his rags, the sweet scent of roasted pork and mashed potatoes with gravy reached his nose once more. His mouth was watering as he looked down at his frostbitten hands. Maybe burning one match would do his hands some good, he thought, maybe it'd defrost a bit.

Scratch!

Weary crimson eyes stared at the little wooden stick as it lit up in front of him, he held one hand over it then the other, it was a beautiful little light, the one that emitted from the match. For awhile he felt like he was sitting by a great big stove with beautiful brass ornaments and pots of food cooking on top of it. He smiled as he smelt the food and felt the warmth of the stove, how wonderful it felt! The redhead was about to stretch out his arms and feet, trying to warm them up but it all disappeared.

All that remained was a half burnt match in his hands.

He rubbed another one against the brick wall and watched it light up as the one before it had. The stove didn't appear this time, instead it was a great table, long in size, wide in width. It was in a beautifully decorated room where bows of holy were hung around and golden decorations were everywhere. Paintings filled the walls and tinsel was hung up filling the room up with a cheery atmosphere.

The boy looked at the contents on the table hungrily, the bowls and plates of food that laid over the snowy white table clothe that reached down to the floor and draped over the chairs that werepositioned around it. He stared in awe at the food that was splayed out on the table, he saw everything from apple pie to a roasted goose on the table with a knife embedded in its breast. He looked at the steak and the fruits and the glasses filled with rich looking wine, he was about to reach for the food but it too burnt away as the match died.

Not hesitating this time, he lit another match, this time he was sitting around a beautifully decorated Christmas tree, it was decorated with candles and tinsel with a large golden star at the top that shone brightly. It was more beautiful than the ones he had saw inside the shops as he walked around that winter night, there were presents that covered the floor around it. Feeling curious, he reached over to grab the smallest present to unwrap it and discover its surprises but once again, the match burnt out.

Frowning, he looked up at the sky wondering if it was mocking him. A start fell across the night sky, "Someone is dying." He said to himself, it was what he been taught by his family before they were killed in fire. To him, a star falling meant that a soul was being released from the restraining place called Earth.

Again, he rubbed a match against the wall and in the light of the fire he saw his family. Glowing and clear did they appear, there was his mother smiling lovingly at him like she always did, and his father's gentle gaze. He even heard his grandfather's muffled laughter, he looked around and smiled to see his brother's grin in its usual place, and beside his brother was the one that had always been their with the older boy, golden eyes glowing contently as his brother wrapped an arm around his waist. They all stood there, looking warmlyat him.

Then much to his surprise and delight, they all stepped back revealing a figure that he had missed dearly so, tears immediately began to prick at his eyes. Blue eyes looked over at him and a small smile grazed his lips. It was the boy he had loved for as long as he had known about love, the very one who had died of illness a couple years earlier. "Satoshi!" He called out, immediately lighting up the whole bundle of matches to keep his dear friend alive, "Please don't go, when these matches burn out you'll disappear with everyone and everything else won't you?" he cried, "Take me with you! I beg of you!"

He continued to watched the fire and his family as the matchesburnt brightly in the dark little alleyway, finally, as the matches began to burn out one by one, the blue haired boy smiled and took the redhead by the hand and led him into the blazing light, everyone looked at him with smiles on their faces. The boy whispered into his ear, "Welcome back, I've missed you Daisuke."

The redhead looked the boy in the eye and smiled, no longer were his hands and feet frozen, they felt warmed up by the blue eyed boy, he brought the other boy closer and pulled him into a hug, "I missed you too Satoshi."

In the dawn of the morning, there laid the redhead's body, the one he had left behind. With pale cheeks and a happy smile on his lips, he had froze to death that night. Died under the watch of the stars and the moon. His stiff form was still huddled there in the snow, in his frozen hands he held the burnt out bundle of matches.

Owari

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Nya

Here's the little match girl! Not a comedy :O The next one shall be rudolph, the poor little reindeer that was excluded XD I'm really hungry...and it's snowing outside X) let it snow, let it snow, let it snow! XD Yea this chapter was short but so's the story, hope you enjoyed!