Christmas Classics

Fools' Christmas

Once upon a time there was a pair of fools who loved each other very dearly. But unfortunately, they didn't have as much money as they wanted. Actually, they had quite the opposite, they were poor-ish well not so poor-ish that they'd have to live on the streets or have to wear paper bags or anything. Nope, they had a nice cozy house, a nice small cozy house.

They would've, would've had tons of decorations and a huge Christmas tree and all that but unfortunately for Dark, Krad had disapproved of his stealing-of-someone-else's-Christmas-tree idea, same with presents, money, presents, decorations and presents.

The blonde sighed as he looked out the window, he didn't have enough money to get his lover anything for Christmas, his long golden hair hung loosely in a ponytail as he stared out at the snowy streets where careless children chasing each other in the snow could get ran over by carriages.

Krad sighed again, and wiped the fogged up glass in annoyance, he blinked, the kids were gone, had they finally gotten ran over like he had been hoping for? Wait…never mind, the brats giggled as they tumbled out of their hiding places, once again carelessly fooling around on the road.

Anyways, after he finished staring at the window, he headed outside, to see what he could buy, or simply gawk at overpriced things through overly decorated windows. More than likely the latter, sad but true.

So Krad dragged his feet down the cheery streets where cheery adults were chattering along the cheery streets aimlessly, silently, he wished that they'd get run over along with the cheery kids who'd eventually get run over by cheery carriages.

As he walked past a shop full of random 'junk' until golden eyes spotted a beautiful golden frame with beautiful golden details and all that other golden stuff. It would look perfect with the painting Dark had stolen the other day. Yes, Krad disapproved of stealing people's Christmas trees and presents and money but not their paintings, queer? But of course.

Technically, the only things they had that were really valuable were the paintings that Dark stole and sold every now and then, which then would bring in 'the cash' but of course, even Dark Mousy had his favorites, and the other thing that the pair cherished immensely was Krad's long golden hair. No one knew why he grew it, but it was pretty enough so no one complained…out loud, or else they'd have Dark to deal with and no one wanted that, no one wanted to get their pants stolen either.

Krad thought about it some more, thoughts straying off the sidewalk every now and then until he looked at the price tag, "Holy-!" He refrained and stared, it was awfully expensive, with his crest falling faster than a rock, he sighed and headed back outside to the cheery streets where the cheery people walked. In his head, he imagined shooting each and every single one of them and laughing rather cheerily.

Onwards he went, shuffling his feet through the snow in his new boots, as mentioned above, they weren't poor, they weren't broke or dirt poor, they weren't even that close to the line of poverty. They merely spent their money on goods like boots and jackets and other fashionable things instead of Christmas decorations which Krad considered a waste of time and money since it was only up for a month the most then taken down until the next year.

He really wanted to buy that frame for Dark, the thought of stealing it never occurred to him, how stupid of him. But still, Christmas was a time to be honest and happy, but honest and happy he wasn't, either way, it was the thought that counts. The blonde scoffed lightly at that, it was the thoughts that counted…as if…

---------------

"Hey Dark."

"Hello Krad!" Chuu…kissy kissy.

"You seem happy."

"Yup, guess what I got you?"

Raise eyebrow, "Got…you didn'tsteal it right?"

"That's right."

"Alright, what is it?"

"I got you this golden…pretty…thing for you!"

"What is it?"

"Some golden pretty thing that cost me a lot of money?"

"I see…well…I uhhh…" Oh shit.

"Yea?"

"I was thinking about getting you this really pretty frame for your picture but I didn't…"

----------------

Krad shook his head, that sounded horrible, so he tried again…

----------------

"I wanted to get you this…"

----------------

The blonde shook his head again, that sounded bad too, he decided to completely remake the scene in his head.

----------------

"Welcome home."

"Merry Christmas to you too." Chuu.

"You look happy-"

----------------

Krad frowned, it was going in the same direction, he changed that last line…

----------------

"How was your day?"

"Excellent, you?"

"It was okay."

"Close your eyes."

"Why?" He closed his eyes anyways.

"Okay, open them."

He obeyed once more to see his lover with something very shiny in his hands. "What is it?"

"It's for you!"

"Obviously, but what is it?"

"Some silver thing? It's pretty enough, put it in your hair!"

"What am I!? A Christmas tree!?"

A pout, "Krad…"

The blonde sighed, "Whatever…you know…I saw this really nice frame today and I thought it'd look great with that picture you stole the other day…"

Dark nodded.

"…but I decided against it so here I am thinking up horrible situations in my head about how this will work out and there's no positive outcome as far as I'm concerned so I'm guessing I really should go and get that frame for you…but either way, I would've gotten it for you!"

The thief smiled, "It's the thought that counts. Don't worry about it."

----------------

Krad scoffed, like that was going to happen, suddenly a voice reached his ears, something about hair. He looked over at the girl who was ringing some strange looking bell, "What?"

"We're looking for hair to make wigs out of! My what silky golden hair you have, we'll pay you handsomely if you were to give us some!"

The blonde frowned, now instead of pulling on his hair mentally, he was thinking about cutting it off. He needed the money, but he didn't want to kill his hair, but he needed the money, but his hair was precious, but he still needed the money and he'd probably end up going through a guilt trip later because he didn't go through with this even though he loved his hair dearly and truly.

Then came the inner reasoning, if he was to cut off his hair which would make it less valuable then get the frame for the picture which would make the picture more valuable it'd end up evening out wouldn't it? "…how much are you paying?"

"Tons and tons! Such high quality hair!" The brunette smiled.

Krad nodded sadly and stepped into the shop, the girl took out a pair of scissors, golden eyes closed, he couldn't bare to watch, not that he could if he tried since every time he moved he got yelled at to hold still.

Snip, snap, snot, shot, hot, hop, top.

"Alright! And you're done! Here's your money! Have a nice day!"

Krad took the money in his hands, the girl was right, that was a lot of money, more than enough to buy the frame, as he stepped outside, his neck suddenly felt beyond bare, he looked at a nearby window and nearly fainted, but he wouldn't have since if he were to faint, he'd probably get robbed and lose all the money he had just sacrificed his hair for.

His once long and golden and long and shiny and long hair was now a bit above shoulder-length, he swallowed a whimper and tied it up into a very short ponytail. Sighing, he went back to the shop of random 'junk' and purchased the golden frame that he had been eyeing for the last few minutes. On his way back, he conjured up another scenario.

----------------

"Hey Dark."

"Merry Christmas hon' I'm back!"

"I know."

"How was-oh my god! What happened to your hair?"

"…I got a haircut obviously."

"But it was so pretty!"

"I know."

"And you cut it off!"

"I know! I feel worse than you so stop telling me that!"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"On the bright side I got you this frame for your painting…"

----------------

Krad swore loudly when he reached his door, all the kids stopped playing and stared at him and ran around excitedly going, "He said the f-word and the s-word!"

The blonde whirled around and glared at the pesky little pests, silencing them before heading back inside, it was too late to regret what he did now. Instead of regretting, he looked forward to the future while he tried to pass the time by pacing around the room biting his lip looking worried, but still looking forward to the future nonetheless.

----------------

Dark arrived at his house, his beautiful snow-covered house with no lights on inside, he frowned and opened the door, there was the blonde still pacing around with a hood over his head, he wouldn't have known it was the blonde if it weren't for the strands that stuck out. He sighed, at least they didn't get robbed or anything or else that'd just suck. A thief stealing from a thief. Gods forbid.

"…Krad?"

The blonde's head snapped up in almost surprise, "Dark! You're home already?"

"Yea…"

Krad looked at the clock and realized that he'd been pacing for a long long time now, he looked up and stopped, his feet felt funny suddenly stopping like that, "…welcome home."

The thief smiled and gave the blonde a kiss, "What's with the hood?"

"Nothing."

"Krad…you never wear hoods."

"So? I felt like it, got a problem with that?"

Dark raised a brow, "Not really, I mean as sexy as you look like that, you don't wear hoods so what's going on?"

"Nothing!" He was about to go and rave like a mad gorilla, luckily, he stopped himself.

"Krad…"

Frowning, he pulled off his hood revealing his hair, "…"

"What happened to your hair?"

"I got it cut…"

"Why?"

"…to get you a frame for that painting you like so much…"

Dark smiled, he was touched, he really was, "You idiot…" This was said in an affectionate manner of course.

Krad frowned, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Now I can't give you yours present!"

Golden eyes blinked, "What?"

"I sold the painting and got you this pretty cross for your hair."

"My hair will grow back…wait, you sold the painting?"

"Well you cut your hair!"

"I said my hair would grow back!"

"Well I could just go and steal another painting!"

"But I liked that painting!"

"And I liked your hair!"

"You idiot!"

"You're the idiot!"

"You…you-"

Dark grabbed the blonde and pulled him into a hug, "I love you."

Krad smiled, "I love you too."

"Come on, there's extra money, let's go steal a carriage and see who we can run over."

"Why do we need money if we're going to steal a carriage?"

"For dinner of course."

"I see…"

The thief smirked and opened the door for the blonde, "Merry Christmas, let's go cause some chaos!"

"Ho ho ho to you too."

Owari

-------------

Nya

That took awhile, sorry, school's horrible, only one week left XD Enjoy! Next is Frosty then the Nutcracker! X3 Umm...yea, this is 'Fools' Christmas' well the title went something like that...and the plot went like that-ish without the scenarios or cussing and inner turmoils XD I'll post up the next chapter soon!