And I'm back with a request from a guest.

It's October and I was asked to write a Christmas short! Why can I not deny requests!?

Also to the guest who asked for this wait, wait, insert quote

"make a super duper uper fluffy one! okay what if its christmas and kids sad because his mom died on christmas day and whos there to cheer him up? black star in a santa costume!"

I tried my best to make it fluffy, hope you and everyone else enjoys! ^.^

8) Christmas tears

Red and green, bright light and snowflakes, singing and cheering. It was that dreaded time of year again.

Kid wrapped his cream jacket closer to his body, not to shield him from the cold but from himself and memories that haunted him. He watched his breath become a gray fog and float up into the air. A paper snowflake flew in the breeze and landed on the pale boy's foot. He bent over and picked up the craft with a gentle gloved hand. The piece of paper had small details cut out of it, as if someone took their time making the fake snowflake.

She used to love making these.

An unwanted tear formed in his golden eye, Kid wiped the tear away before it could fall. He crumpled the paper and chucked it as hard as he could down the large staircase. He took in several deep breaths and crossed his arms over his chest. The young boy's back shone multicolors from the bright lights coming from the decorated DWMA behind him. Loud music, louder than what Justin listens to, blasted from the building and people singing along to it off-key. Kid was all alone in the winter air, everyone else was inside and celebrating a day the young shinigami hated.

"Yahoo!" The raven haired boy cringed at the familiar cheer, by the sound of it the person was near him. Kid dug his face deeper into his black scarf and wished for the person to be gone. "What'cha doing Kiddo?" The pale boy didn't bother correcting the other by telling him that his name is either Kid or Death the Kid, not 'Kiddo'. Instead he turned his head and glared at the slightly shorter boy, his glare quickly becoming a stare of confusion.

"What are you wearing Black-Star?" Kid asked through the cloth around his neck, his words almost muffled. Black-Star had on black boots, red pants and a red jacket, all lined with white fluff. His bright blue hair stuck out of a white and red hat and his nose and cheeks were painted a red-pink.

"Just call me Santa-Star!" The star chuckled and his usual crooked grin was plastered on his face.

"Go away." Kid grumbled.

"What crawled up your tight pants and died? Why are you being such a downer?"

"It's Christmas." The shinigami responded.

"No dip! That's what the party's for that's going on inside and you're missing it!" Black-Star grabbed Kid's wrist and tried pulling him to the DWMA. The taller boy jerked out of the star's grip and stumbled back a little.

"I can't."

"Stop acting like you hate Christmas and-"

"I do hate it!" Black-Star was surprised at Kid's outburst.

"How come you hate Christmas?"

"I hate all of it!" Kid's eyes reflected the bright green and red lights of the academy, filling him with anger and sorrow. "I hate the snowmen, I hate the snowflakes, I hate red, I hate green, I hate Santa…I…it…it reminds me of her!" The tears came back and escaped down the pale boy's face.

"Who?" Black-Star asked, stepping closer to Kid without thinking.

"M-my mother…s-she died on Christmas, her favorite holiday." The young shinigami stared at the ground, several wet spots were formed from the tears falling from his face. "She loved all of it. She'd make the whole house green and red, she and father would spend hours making paper snowflakes while I threw the scraps around, covering myself from head to toe in paper confetti…h-her smile was brightest that day…" He looked back up at the tan boy with glazed eyes, his tears had stopped flowing. "Then she just…s-she just fell over. We thought n-nothing at the time…till the b-blood came out." Kid fell back against the wall and slide down the wall and landed on his rear on the cold floor. "She had a rare disease…there was no c-cure." Black-Star flicked his head back and forth, where were Liz and Patty when he needed them, he wasn't the greatest one to take care of Kid's depressed moods. He gave up on trying to locate the Thompson sisters and sat down next to the upset boy.

"Um…It's okay Kiddo." The ninja tried to say soothingly. He put his arm around Kid's shoulder, patting it several times.

"Just leave." Kid sighed and stared at the hand holding his upper arm. Black-Star was about to do so, but he remembered something from a television show he saw. He moved his free hand under Kid's chin and made the boy face him.

"You shouldn't let the death of your mom ruin your night. Your dad's having the time of his life inside of the DWMA. I don't want you to forget about your mom, I understand that you're upset. But you need to enjoy the life you are given, it's what she would want you to do." The star kissed away some of the water on Kid's cheek, a leftover tear rolled out of his eyes and fell down his face. The shinigami blinked several times, then raised an eyebrow.

"You ripped that off of a television show, didn't you?" He asked.

"Well…I edited some of it." Black-Star admitted.

"Thanks." Kid smiled at the boy.

"Thanks for wha-oomph!" Black-Star didn't receive an answer, instead the taller boy jumped on him and slammed their lips together. Not expecting the sudden weight of Kid, the star fell back and hit his head on the hard ground.

"You okay?" Kid asked with an apologetic voice. He sat on the star's chest and looked at the back of his head for any sign of injury. The two noticed when the song that said 'fa la la' many times ended and a slow song started to play.

"I will be," Black-Star grinned. "If you agree to dance with me."

"I don't feel like going inside still." Kid moved off the tan boy and sat on his knees.

"Then we'll stay out here." Black-Star stated. He Grabbed the shinigami off of the ground, pulling him close and resting his hands around Kid's waist. Kid rolled his eyes, wrapped his arms around the ninja's neck, and placed his head on his shoulder, swinging to the beat that the music played.

"Don't step on my toes." Kid only got a chuckle in his ear as a response. The pale boy felt his eyelids droop, he hasn't been sleeping well for the past few nights and he was tired. The slow swinging and warm body pressed against him wasn't helping at all. He was completely relaxed and he shut his eyes, unable to hold back a small smile.

Maybe Christmas isn't that bad after all.

That was a very fluffy ending. Hopefully.

P.S. The many chapter story's first chapter is coming real soon I promise ^.^