Nile was dreading the holiday season, living with his 'brother'. He had know Yassen for a very long time, and he knew full well how the other assassin was around religious holidays.
Yassen was Christian to an extent. He didn't go to church every Sunday or pray every night, but the holidays were special. He would dress up anyone within a two miles radius, and take them to church.
I was easy to say that the entire island was avoiding Yassen the day Christmas Eve rolled around. It was on a Sunday, Christmas itself the following Monday. Yassen went to both the Sunday and Monday sections, and he was going to respect the religion.
There were only two people unable to avoid their fate. Three-year-old Alex Rider who was happy he was already baptized, and baby Harry Potter who was to be baptized on Christmas day.
Of course, everyone was also going to spoil the two children. Anyone who had any form of relationship with Yassen and the kids had bought them gifts. This ranged from socks to expensive toys, and even a few weapons to practice with.
Yassen was also really into decorating. When the seven leaders were there, a few of them would help. Others would downright avoid the overly happy assassin.
Stings of lights were strung everywhere, holly and garland were added for accents. Julia had counted twenty reefs and ten fully decorated trees around the island. The worst part was, no one knew how he got any of it on the island, or how much it cost them for his obsession. All they knew was getting rid of it, was a pain in the ass.
"Yassen. Siriusly, don't you think this is a bit much?" Julia pleaded, for the tenth year in a row. It had started small, but ten years ago it had taken off, and Hunter -his mentor and Alex's biological father- had done nothing about it.
"Julia, its Christmas. Not only is it one of the few times I actually go to the mast, its one of the few times I let myself do this." Yassen sighed hanging up another string of garland. "I thought you enjoyed helping."
Julia was going to have to kick him off the island. He had homes everywhere, why did he always chose Moscow to decorate? She didn't argue, handing him a silver bell.
"Look, I know I take it far. It's just something I can enjoy doing. I can feel when I celebrate holidays." Yassen's head dropped as he stepped down. " I can hear all of you talking about me, behind my back when you don't think I can hear you. You say that I'm scary, that I'm demanding. But I just want people to feel the way I do when the holiday comes along and enjoy it together."
Needless to say, no one was able to escape there fate that holiday season, as an entire island held a special mast for it's one overly festive occupant.
