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"" - speech

italics - memory

[ ] - thoughts

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Christmas Nightmare

Nami sat in front of the fireplace, gazing at the crackling fire, as she pulled the blanket over her. Soon, Kazuya will arrive and then the party will begin. She wondered briefly if he would like the present she got for him. Soon the warmth that enveloped her nudged her into heavy sleepiness. From behind her, Himon, Sebastian, and Maria were quietly preparing the party themselves after forcing her to rest in front of the fireplace.

[Kazuya...]

Her head leaned against the sofa as she finally fell into a deep sleep.

"Nami, it's Christmas." Fourteen year old Kazuya walked over to the table with a small roll cake.

"I'm surprised you bought this, considering that we both don't like anything sweet." Nami teased him.

He grinned. "Isn't it a part of the celebration? Plus, you like fruits." He pointed out the various fruits stuffed in the cake.

"I guess that's pretty acceptable. But am I going to be the only one to eat it?" She stared at the cake incredulously.

Kazuya shrugged. "Have a slice a day?"

"Are you trying to make me fat?" She sighed as she reluctantly stabbed the edge of the cake with her fork and ate it. Humming to herself, she chewed on it thoughtfully before swallowing. "It's not as sweet as I thought it would be. It's actually pretty good." She then took another bite.

"So what did you go buy?" He watched her eat the cake slowly.

Pausing, she then smirked. "Who said that I bought anything?" His eye twitched. Abruptly, she ran to the kitchen and came back with two containers. "I'm kidding, obviously. Here's the fried chicken! We can't celebrate Christmas without the fried chicken. That would be horrible. I did leave some in the refrigerator for your dad though, so that he can eat it during his free time." Setting it down on the table, she also took out a big bottle of soda.

Pouring the drink in each of their cups, Kazuya raised his cup. "Cheers?"

"Cheers!" She laughed as they took a sip before indulging in the food. When she reached out for a chicken leg, the table was suddenly cleared. Confused, she was about to ask Kazuya when he stood tall with an unreadable expression. Fear and apprehension took a hold of her tightly. "Kazuya...?"

"I'm sorry." He mouthed those words before falling on top of the table like a broken doll. Dull emptiness pooled in his eyes. All signs of life faded away.

"N-no." Nami shook her head, shaking as she touched his hair lightly. She finally flinched when something warm and sticky dripped on her skin. Her mouth turned dry. It was red. It was blood. It was his blood. "NO!" She watched in horror as Kazuya morphed into his twenty two year old self; the only problem was that he was still dead.

"It's all your fault." A familiar male voice called out in a sneering tone.

She could not breathe.

"This is what happens to those who try to take what's mine from me." Uncle Yowa towered over her with a golf club in his hand. "If you have anyone to blame, blame yourself! After all - YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED BACK THEN AND YOU SHOULD HAVE STAYED DEAD! NO ONE IS ALLOWED TO HAVE A SECOND CHANCE, ESPECIALLY NOT YOU!"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! YOU KILLED MY PARENTS! YOU TRIED TO TAKE EVERYTHING FROM ME! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN JAIL!"

"Well, child. You should know by now that jail cannot hold me. It was quite easy to escape from that hellhole. Your aunt was quite willing to sacrifice herself for me." He sneered.

"LIAR! Aunt is a self-preserving person. She would never sacrifice herself for the likes of you." She took a step back from the man after she stood up.

He took one step forward. She took another step back.

The sound of the golf club sliding against the wooden floor pained her physically. Her heart constricted and then thudded violently against her ribcage. Her lungs were suddenly unable to breathe properly. Hyperaware of her surroundings, she warily watched her uncle.

Before she could make a move, however, her body suddenly froze. No matter how much her mind screamed at her to escape - to flee from this madman, she stood there paralyzed as if someone had injected poison in her.

Uncle Yowa snarled as he abruptly grabbed her hair, dragging her down to the floor. She tried to scream, but nothing came out. Tears soon sprouted from her eyes, streaming down her cheeks messily. Without warning, he kicked her stomach as her head slammed into the wall harshly. Choking on her spit, she coughed roughly while helplessly watching her uncle drag his golf club towards Kazuya.

"Stay... away... from him..." She struggled to move.

"Foolish girl. Watch as I destroy the body of your most precious person."

She choked back her sob. "Please... Please stop. Don't desecrate his body. Just kill me. If I die, you'll leave him alone, won't you? SO PLEASE!" This time, she could not stop herself from crying loudly. "Please... I beg of you. Leave his body alone... I'll do anything..." She pushed herself and dragged her body across the floor to reach the man.

"Too late!" Uncle Yowa raised the gold club in the air - ready to bash his victim's body repeatedly until it could no longer be recognized.

"NO!" She quickly flung herself over Kazuya as if to protect him - even if he was technically dead. Shutting her eyes, she clenched her teeth and waited for the inevitable pain.

[...Kazuya!]

Nami unexpectedly felt someone shake her. The very motion made her grip the hand of the person who dared to touch her. She soon gazed into soft brown eyes that held a hint of concern, surprise, and curiosity. Breathing heavily, she could not look away or move from her spot. The crackling fire distracted her momentarily before she reverted her gaze back to the male in front of her.

"...Kazuya...?" Her voice cracked.

He stared at her for a moment and then nodded. "I was going to let you sleep a little longer, but you kept thrashing and crying in your sleep, so I woke you."

"Did... Did Himon...?" She whispered.

"No. He didn't see. Sebastian and Maria are in the kitchen with him. They were going to let me wake you." He paused before continuing. "I won't tell him. Don't worry."

Her shoulders relaxed at his words. "Thank you, Kazuya."

He stared at her in silence again as if she had said something strange.

Although she felt utterly exhausted, she still managed to ask him. "Is something wrong...?"

His eyes snapped into focus. "You called me Kazuya, instead of Miyuki-kun."

Kazuya's words did not fully process in her mind until a few minutes later. "Oh. I didn't realize... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call you that, Miyuki-kun."

He shook his head before grinning. "You can call me Kazuya."

"...Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Then... I guess I'll take that offer of yours... Kazuya." She smiled at him softly and continued to carefully hold his hand with her own as he began wiping her teary eyes and wet cheeks with his sleeve.

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