A/N: Ahhhhh! Two more days! Really, I'll be honest, I wasn't planning this story. But last night, I was like 'Ya know what... they'd be cool together. Why not!' So here we go! Finally, I'm using Graffiti instead of just mentioning him.

~Tiptoe X Graffiti~

Mistletoe Magic

Being the "sibling" of the famous Blood Rose/Misfit, Rabbit, life wasn't too easy. Sure, Graffiti got protection, being that many people feared the foot-soldier, but everyone in the Blood Roses knew about him. They knew his past, something he hated talking about. No, he wasn't normal. He wasn't even a fucking human in his own eyes. Anytime someone asked, Rabbit would always reply with that scary snarl: 'he's my better twin who stayed with our mother the longest' or simply 'my lovely twin who has a better personality than I'. She loved Graffiti, yeah, she would admit that. They acted like true siblings, said they had the same family. Their blood type was spot on, as Graffiti had everything Rabbit did. The same eyesight, scars, age, birthday.

No, he wasn't her brother. He wasn't her sibling. He wasn't her twin. They lied to everyone who never knew. And those who did had to keep the secret with their life. Back then, when Graffiti was introduced to the world, he went by a different name: Cannibal's Experiment, or Cannibal for short. He was the experiment that went wrong. He was supposed to be a clone of Rabbit, but somewhere along the line, the gender had been mixed up, and he was created as a male. He remembered looking at the scientist confused, sitting on the cold metal table, watching as the man shook his head.

"This is all wrong," he had sighed, looking at the foot-soldier, who was still admiring the clone. "I'm sorry to have failed, Miss Rabbit. We'll dispose of him and try-"

"No," she hissed, glaring at the man. "I'm keeping him. Same gender or not, he's staying with me. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am. Whatever you desire."

So now, here he was, living the life as a fucked up clone of one of the greatest criminals to have lived. The only one he didn't hear shit from? Tiptoe. She didn't care for his past. Said it was fine, as long as he got work done. Of course, the others in the Brood poked fun at him from time to time, but she always told them to shut the hell up, which he was grateful for. Maybe that's why he hung around her the most. She always said he was part of the Brood; always told him he was welcome to kick it with them. Yeah, they went out and partied. They drank, danced, blew shit up, set things ablaze, you name it, they probably did it. Of course, he wasn't with them 24/7. Really, Graffiti seemed to spend the most time alone. Rabbit was always with the Misfits, and he didn't want to be a burden to the Brood and hang around them for too long.

Nothing ever changed. It always stayed like that. So why should Christmas be any different? Rabbit had said her farewells early that morning, telling him to be safe, have fun, and to not get shot before running out of their apartment to go hang with Crow and Mink. He had just nodded his head, rolling his eyes. Truth be told, he wished the girl had stayed for a while to hang out with him and not the others. He loved Rabbit. If she wasn't there when he was created, he would exist. Really, he owed his life to the g-

BZZZZZZ

TT: Hey! Merry X-Mas and what the fuck ever. Brood and I are hanging at Clearwater Marina. If that little bunny abandoned you again, come chill with us.

Okay. Maybe he wouldn't be spending Christmas alone. But, Clearwater Marina was so far away. Practically on the other side of San Paro. Although, Tiptoe would be there. It would be rude to disappoint her, right?

Graffiti threw on his hoodie, quickly lacing up his boots. Yeah. He was going. Rabbit wouldn't care. She'd probably come home around midnight and go into the room, passing out on her bed. Hanging out with the Brood would be fine. He snatched up his car keys, said goodbye to Mocha and to not ruin the house, and left. No one was out, really. A few punk kids who were tagging up Merchant street, but that was normal.

Getting to Clearwater Marina didn't take too long, either. About half an hour. Sure, his "sister" could get there in less than ten, since she had messed around with her vehicle to make it faster, but he didn't like doing that. Really, it was dangerous. Sure, speed was amazing. But they both loved to drift. And too much speed, mixed with drifting... well, that's why Rabbit flips her car over so much.

Upon arriving at the docks, Graffiti was greeted with the Brood shouting their welcomes. Of course, Gruff, Bowse, and Whut had ran at him, grabbing his arms and shoulders, practically dragging him onto the boat they were on. Tiptoe just watched, giggling a bit.

"You don't have to rip him apart," she spoke, voice rasping through her gas mask. "He was headed over here, anyways."

"Just making him hurry," chuckled Bowse as he patted the boy's back. "For being a clone of Rabbit, he doesn't run too much!"

"Enough of the clone jokes," she sighed, shaking her head. "He's still fucking up those enforcers. Just leave him alone."

"Why are you sticking up for him, sis?" Gruff asked, tilting his head. "He knows what he is!"

"Ya know, if you guys are just gonna make fun of me," Graffiti started, catching their attention. "then I'm outta here. I'll go back home and go back to bed. I don't need to hear shit from any of you."

"They're just playing, Graffiti," she told him, walking forward and resting a hand on his shoulder. "You know they can be assholes."

"Yeah..."

"Heh. You sure do act like Rabbit!"

He smiled a bit, following the Blood Rose to the back of the boat, sitting down next to her. Her brothers followed, though they were whispering to each other, occasionally chuckling. Tiptoe frowned behind her mask upon seeing this.

"What's so funny?!" she finally snapped, catching their attention.

"Nothin', sis!" Whut replied, putting a hand up as he smiled behind his own mask. "Just jokin' over here!"

"Better watch it," she snarled, crossing her arms. Graffiti smiled slightly.

"That's for inviting me over here, Tiptoe," he finally said, turning his face to look at her. She nodded.

"Yeah, no problem," she chuckled, leaning back into the seat. "I know Rabbit likes leavin' you everyday, so I thought 'fuck it. Why not?"

His smile grew wider. This is what he liked about Tiptoe. She knew him, yet she didn't mind what he was. She also seemed to care for him, and actually wanted him around, no matter what the others said. She had always stuck up for him. Maybe it was because he always completed the missions she sent him, or maybe it was because he never seemed to fear her. Whatever the case may be, he didn't care. He was just happy she accepted him.

"Hey, sis!" Bowse called, catching their attention. "Take off your mask real quick!"

"What the hell for?!" she snapped.

"C'mon! Just for Christmas?" he begged. With a sigh and a small 'I hate you', she removed her gas mask, glaring at her sibling.

"Happy now?" she snarled, gently lowering the mask and setting it next to her. The male nodded, clapping his hands. She rolled her eyes, looking up at the cloudy sky. Minutes passed. The brothers were still whispering to each other, as Tiptoe and Graffiti just sat there, seeming to enjoy the company from one another, occasionally saying a few words.

And that's when it happened. Whut appeared in front of the two, hands behind his back, Bowse and Gruff standing on each side.

"What do you three want?" Tiptoe asked with a hiss, glaring at her brothers. They just stood there for a few heartbeats. Before they knew it, Whut was holding something above them, and Bowse had shoved Graffiti forward, Gruff doing the same to his sister. Both had let out a shout of surprise, teeth clashing together painfully. The three brothers laughed, soon running away. Tiptoe quickly jolted away from Graffiti, jumping to her feet and chasing the boys. He just sat there, holding his mouth, hazel eyes staring down at the little object Whut had in his hands. It was a small mistletoe. He leaned down, gently picking it up and admiring the little red berries it had.

"I'M SORRY!" cried Bowse as Tiptoe grabbed his shirt. "IT WAS JUST A JOKE!"

The beating for all three brothers took at least five minutes. Graffiti had a small smile on his face when the girl returned.

"Sorry, Graffiti," she sighed, shaking her head. "I uh... guess this probably wasn't the best Christmas ever, huh?"

"Doesn't matter," he chuckled, looking out at the water. "I mean, being with people is better than being alone."

"Sometimes I disagree," Another chuckle. Tiptoe looked at the male next to her with a small smile. He had never disappointed her. He always got jobs done quickly, and always killed someone along the way. Really, he was her favorite. Quiet, yet a great party animal. Loyal, yet also a killer to the ones who betrayed him. Shoot first and ask questions later. He wasn't like Rabbit, in her eyes. He was something more; something greater than her. Maybe that's what she liked about him.

Tiptoe reached forward, hands gently grabbing onto Graffiti's face, earning a confused look. She pulled him closer, bringing their lips together. He froze, hazel eyes wide in shock. And when she pulled away, he hadn't moved.

"Merry Christmas, Graffiti," she giggled, removing her hands from his face. "Now, stop being all shocked and go get us something to drink!"