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Kakashi squirmed in bed. The sun had risen. His throat felt hoarse once more, probably because he had been screaming in his sleep again. Raising a hand to cover his Sharingan, Kakashi reached over to unscrew the top off a bottle placed on his side table. It had been his ritual ever since he joined ANBU.

Kill people, and go to sleep. Scream and wake up feeling like Gamabunta sat on your throat. Pop the pills in your mouth and wake up to a new day full of death.

Kakashi popped a few pills in his mouth, winced as it tasted bitter and reached over to grab the goblet of pumpkin juice he expected. He had made a deal with the house elves of this castle, that when he woke up, he expected to find a goblet of something he could drink by his bed.

Kakashi drained the goblet and yawned. It was 'Christmas' Day today. Kakashi didn't know what in the world 'Christmas' was, but he expected it to be some sort of event. After a few minutes, Konoha's Copy Nin rose from bed and made his way to the bathroom. After taking a bath, brushing his teeth and combing his unruly hair (not that it made a difference), Kakashi finally grabbed the note that had been sitting by his windowsill, probably delivered by owl.

Professor Hatake,

Please take over for me today. I am feeling very ill today.

Professor Lupin

Kakashi formed a seal, created a Kage Bunshin and instructed the Kage Bunshin to head to the side chamber that once housed the First years before Sorting. Kakashi dressed, put his mask on and walked out of his room.

Overnight, the halls had been decorated in the most absurd manner Kakashi had ever seen. After making sure his mask was on, Kakashi had casually stepped out of the portrait hole that guarded his door only to find the halls decorated in festive green and red. Kakashi almost threw a kunai as he had only walked out of his room when he had seen a suit of armor, festively decorated with a wreath of holly around its neck, shine with unseen mysterious lights.

Kakashi had decided he did not like this holiday. It was full of surprises. Kakashi hated to be surprised.

As he made his way to the Gryffindor Common room for a nice relaxing seat beside the fire as he waited for the Potter boy to wake up, Kakashi chuckled at the paintings. Some of the painted people were drunk, and often when people were drunk, they made complete fools of themselves.

Kakashi stopped in front of the Gryffindor Common Room. The knight in the portrait waved a tiny sword at him, and Kakashi wanted to stick a kunai through the canvas but he kept a straight face, said the password and entered the common room.

No one was awake yet. Kakashi gave a small sigh of relief and reclined on a particularly squishy armchair (it was closest to the fire). He knew this would make him lazy, but he couldn't help it. After all, the squishy-ness of an armchair was God's special blessing.

The girl came first, yawning as she walked down the stairs into the Common Room. Kakashi gave a slight nod. The girl rubbed at one eye sleepily, squinting at Kakashi from eyes still murky with sleep. Apparently, she saw that he was familiar, because she nodded back and sat down on the carpeted floor next to the Christmas tree. She picked out her own presents and set them aside as she eased herself into an armchair and curled up.

A while later, the two boys came down, both yawning. Harry was cleaning his glasses on the front of his shirt. Ron was tugging on his sleeve.

"Oy! Presents!" He yelled, giving a wide grin. Ron ran forward, taking Harry along. He stopped at the foot of the tree and began sorting his own presents before ripping off the wrapper.

"Another sweater!' The boy groaned. Kakashi looked at the tree. Beneath it, there were still a few more parcels, wrapped in bright festive green and red. Kakashi reached and took two out and read the card taped to the wrapper of one of them.

TO: Gryffindor Guard

FROM: Mrs. Weasley

Kakashi blinked in surprise. No one had given him things like this before. Filled with uncertainty, Kakashi showed the gift to Ron. The red haired boy read the card for a moment before shoving it back into Kakashi's hands.

"That's for you. It's from my mom." Ron gave a small smile. "Merry Christmas." Harry gave a smile too, and Kakashi found himself nodding.

Kakashi blinked behind the mask before ripping the wrapper carefully. Ron gave a small whistle and commented it looked better than what he got. Harry grinned. Hermione smiled as well as she unwrapped her own presents.

It was a navy blue sweater with long sleeves, made probably from cotton. Kakashi lifted it out of the remaining wrappings and held it in front of him. It felt nice, and it would certainly be warm. On the shoulder of the long sleeves was a very detailed Hogwarts crest. Kakashi felt his face burn up with embarrassment. This woman didn't even know him, and yet she gave him a present? Upon opening the other parcel, Kakashi noted it was from Mrs. Weasley again, and upon opening it, found a very big fruitcake.

"Figures." Ron muttered. "She must've heard of you from Fred and George and thought you were thin."

Kakashi opened his mouth to complain, but quickly shut his mouth again. "Tell her thank you." Kakashi spoke, smiling slightly.

Upon opening the others, he found that some came from those who had tried to divulge Raikiri from him, such as Fred and George Weasley. From the twins, he received a near hit from a packed dungbomb to his face, while his hands took out the real present. It was nice to have a Gryffindor scarf. Other presents included a pair of boots from a rich Gryffindor, a pair of gloves and a small handkerchief. Harry got a 'Firebolt'.

Later, all four went downstairs for lunch. At some point, Kakashi abandoned the three and headed into the side chamber. His Bunshin was waiting, and the clone quickly ran out to follow the Potter gaki and his friends. Kakashi formed another seal and thought of Sensei, Obito and Rin.

"Henge no Jutsu!"

The Great Hall had been decorated just as lavishly, and Kakashi hurriedly made his way to the one table in the room. The House tables were propped up against the walls, and only a few people were sitting down. Dumbledore-sensei was passing a dish of sausages to a first year when Kakashi arrived.

"Oh! Professor Hatake, do join us!" Dumbledore called out loudly, tipping his hat to Kakashi, the huge stuffed vulture on top tilting slightly. McGonagall-san turned to address Professor Trelawney. "See Sibyll? We're fourteen now, so you can relax."

Kakashi gave a sheepish smile as he took a seat at the table. He quickly helped himself to some food, and was only starting on sausages when there was a loud bang like a gunshot, and huge billowing clouds of smoke appeared, concentrated on one spot in front of them all. And from that great big green cloud came a obnoxiously loud flamboyant (extremely mentally traumatizing) shout

"DYNAMIC ENTRY!"

From the smoke emerged something that could only be barely called a man. He wore green spandex, flamboyantly day-glow orange leg warmers and he held his hand out in a heroic thumb up pose, and you could literally see the shine in his teeth and the sparkle in his eyes and watch the light reflect off his shiny bowl-cut helmet shaped hair.

It was horrible. It was like watching a train wreck. It made you sick and really nauseous and horrified you, but you could simply not look away.

"Ah, my Eternal Rival! I have come these many leagues to give you our beloved Hokage's instructions and your Christmas presents, I hope you like them!" He held out an extremely bulky oddly shaped package, which was wrapped in acid green wrapping held together with great amounts of tape and was that a scraggly bush? No, it was a ribbon, only discernable from the bush by its violently offensive orange shade.

Kakashi buried his face in his hands.

Oh no, please make it go away, makeitgoaway damndamndamndamn… Wailed Kakashi's poor mind, currently humiliated beyond belief. Unfortunately, the green hallucination did not dissipate and his prayers were never answered as Konoha's Beautiful Green Beast pointed a bandaged finger at him.

"Oh, my Eternal Rival, why must you hold your head in sorrow? AH! I perceive that you have missed me, have you not? For lo, our score is currently 39 to 40, and I know that you eagerly await the chance for our next challenge, and since I picked the agenda last time, it is your turn, my Eternal Rival, to choose the challenge I shall meet!"

Silence reigned in the hall as everyone turned and stared in shock at this abomination of fashion.