Disclaimer: I don't own Daa! Daa! Daa!. Also, Bridge to Terabithia isn't mine, it belongs to Katherine Paterson! :D. I'm really sorry the very late update!

The way she laughed still echoed through the walls inside Kanata Saionji's head, that he unconsciously smiled to himself. Right after accepting the work she offered, they bid their goodbyes and he walked back to Santa's house – the only place where he could live for free, for the time being.

Deep inside himself, his pride swelled, but thought that he should be thankful since Santa's done a lot for him already. He pushed the button of the door bell. No response, so he rang again. After a few tries, a voice finally came out from the speaker.

"Kanata! I'm really sorry for making you wait that long outside. It's that the maids were out, I mean all of them! This is the first time they went out together... weird huh?" Santa said as the gate automatically opened and he appeared. He scratched his head and stepped aside to let Kanata in. Kanata then sat on the soft couch and exhaled since it was really cold outside. Santa lit the fireplace to make the place warm. Kanata couldn't help but rub his hands because he was really, really cold.

"I'm going to get some DVD's in my room, we'll watch some movies here. My room is in total chaos right now you see, so can you wait here for a bit? Be right back!" He said as he made his way to the stairs and disappeared into one of the halls.

It's just now that Kanata remembered that it's Santa's birthday today. Silly kid, he thought. He always forgets his birthday. So it all makes sense now, Kanata thought. That's why all the maids were out. It was really thoughtful of them. Santa's parents weren't around, especially during the holidays and would only be available two to three hours before Christmas Eve because of their very demanding schedule.

Kanata stood up, to stretch his legs, although they were hurting a little from all the walking he did earlier. He walked around the living room. It was so spacious. Santa was an only child. The only people that were filling this house were the maids and him. His parents would only be two or thrice a week, all of it depending on their schedule of course, that's why each of Santa's parents have extra rooms in their company offices so that if they couldn't afford to go home, they can stay and still feel at home, even with all the paperwork and everything.

Not far from the television set which was a very large flat-screen t.v. was a black grand piano. Kanata always wanted to play the piano. When he was little, his parents already bough an organ, since they thought it would be a good start. Kanata's mother was a skilled pianist, he could still remember a little of her playing, but even then he didn't like the piano much and paid attention to the guitar more. It was only in high school when he realized that the piano is a very good instrument as well, and it helps people express their feelings, let it be happiness or grief, only the piece that would be played matter. He traced his fingers on its shiny head.

"Wonder what's taking him so long…" He thought to himself. He just sat and positioned his fingers on the keyboard.

Just as Santa came down, he heard a wonderful piece being played.

He literally tiptoed his way near Kanata and stood behind him. Kanata didn't notice this as he was too attached to the piece he was playing. Santa, who was behind him, couldn't help but be mesmerized by the beauty of Kanata's playing.

After he was done, Kanata was startled to hear someone who seemed to be behind him clapping.

"That was awesome!" Santa said. He couldn't figure anything else to say since he was dumbfounded by the beautiful melody that was played earlier.

"You think so? Since I started practicing, I'd normally feel satisfied after five hours…" Kanata said. Santa took a seat.

"You never told me you could play the piano. The reason why that one is here is because my parents wanted me to use it. Well, you do know that my only love is the love of collecting antique stuff!" Kanata just sighed, wondering why he can never appreciate music (the piano) sat on the couch as well as Santa turned the DVD player on.

"What's the movie?" Kanata asked.

"Bridge to Terabithia. Have you seen this one?" Santa asked him as he handed the CD container to him.

"Hmm… I do recall having Ms. Yamaguchi discuss this one in English class... Is this the one where the girl dies?"

"Yeah. Well anyway, let's not spoil the movie. The actress playing that girl is really cute!"

"So you've seen this one already… Bummer." Kanata just sighed and ate some popcorn.

"Aww, come on Kanata. I don't have any other movie interesting to watch anymore."

Kanata just sighed and fixed his view on the flat-screen television. Santa was out of the view again when he excused himself to go to the kitchen to grab some drinks and snacks.

Half-way through the movie, Kanata found it really pleasing that Jesse Aarons and Leslie Burke had an incredibly strong friendship. I wish I'd build a strong bond like that with Miyu soon, he thought to himself.

After the movie ended, Kanata started to cry. Santa had seen this movie a couple of times so he knows how to handle that scene already.

"It's really sad, isn't it? Losing someone you really love like that. Sometimes I ask if there's really God is even real…" Santa suddenly said, breaking the silence between them. He heard a soft sniffle from Kanata as he blew his nose with his wrinkled handkerchief. "Yeah, it really, really is sad." Santa then remembered about Kanata's mother, feeling a little guilty of even watching the movie with him. "I feel a little silly though, we're like fifteen yet we're crying over a children's movie." Santa said, attempting to lighten Kanata up. He heard him sniffle again and received a laugh in response.

"It just couldn't be helped." Kanata said, wiping the tears that were on his cheeks.

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"Dad, you remember last morning when I asked you if I could give the Mackey Wilbert book to a certain boy?" Miyu said as she served the cup of coffee to her father who was busy reading a book.

"Mmm. What about it?"

"Well, I offered him to work here…" Miyu said. Hearing this, Mr. Kozuki stopped reading, fixed his glasses and looked at Miyu.

"Why's that honey?" He asked. Although he sounded surprised, he didn't sound angry or anything. For some, it would be quite surprising if your own daughter just hired someone without your consent.

"Well, you do know Hosho Saionji, right?" Miyu asked. Aya and Nanami told her about Kanata's father and the nature of their business so she knew his name. It was as if Mr. Kozuki's ears perked up after hearing the name.

"Yeah," he said, seeming hesitant, "what about him?" he continued, taking a sip from his coffee, he winced as his lips got burned by it. He muffled a small 'ow', "Are you okay, dad?" "I'm fine." He assured her, even though he could still feel the hotness of the coffee in his lips, "So about Hosho Saionji, did you know about what happened to his company?" Mr. Kozuki took another sip again, this time, he made sure he won't get burned, "Yeah, I do… Why do you ask about that all of a sudden?" He asked his daughter.

"I'm friends with his son. You know, the boy who I talked to earlier. The one I offered a job." She said.

"Oh." Was all he could say. It seemed to Miyu that her father wasn't comfortable of talking about Hosho Saionji.

"Are you okay dad?" She asked him again. "Of course I am. I was just thinking about something else… Well anyway, your friend can start tomorrow if he likes." He said as he smiled at her, "Okay dad, I'll tell him. Oh shoot, I don't even know where he lives…" Miyu said, her smile faded into a frown as she forgot to ask him where he lived. It was pretty stupid to employ someone without having any information about them, like an address. "I'm sure he'll come by tomorrow." Mr. Kozuki said, taking another sip from his coffee. It wasn't too hot now. "Okay dad, thanks. You can go back to reading again, I'll be disturbing you by seven o'clock." Miyu said to her father. He was such a reader. He'd spend hours on a book, making sure he'd finish it in a day or two. Since Miyu's mom was abroad, she had substituted her from all the motherly work in their home.

Miyu returned to her room and laid herself on her bed. I wonder why dad seemed to be a bit uncomfortable talking about Kanata's dad, she thought to herself. The only thing she knew was that Hosho Saionji used to purchase books from their bookstore a couple of years ago.

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Yu Kozuki stopped reading and put the book aside. He fixed his glasses and stood up to go to his room. He opened his bedside table's drawer and got a photo album out. He flipped the pages and stopped when he saw the picture he was looking for.

"So he's your boy..." He muttered to himself. He closed his eyes and tried to remember her smiling face.

"Hitome... You were taken away too soon," he started. Tears streamed down from his eyes, "... not only did you break his heart, you also broke mine..." he continued. He closed the photo album and returned it inside the drawer as he wiped his eyes and his glasses.

"That's why he resembled you a lot..." He said to himself. Although he only saw a little of Kanata, he was sure his face resembled someone's. A smile played in his lips and chuckled a little. "I'm sure our children will get along pretty well. I know you're watching them from somewhere out there, Hitome." He said. He stood up, hearing Miyu's yelling. It was time for their dinner and he needed to go down before Miyu starts beginning to act bossy.