"A Christmas Cacophony"
by SiriusFan13

Yuikishiro Enishi sat brooding as usual in his room. It was a lovely day. The sun was streaming in through the windows, and the winter snows had lent a beautiful frost to everything around him. It was paradise, plain and simple. But as usual, Enishi was more focused on his internal hell to enjoy that. The singing of the few birds he heard just made him want to throw a rock to shut it up. And the snow made him thing of his dearest, belovedest, most wonderful sister in the entire world (incidentally, his only sister... who also had listed among those virtues, that of being dead.)

Today was Monday. Christmas for some, but for Enishi it was his "Day to Contemplate Battousai's Death." He had all the days of the week named out that way. Thursday was "Day to Kill Battousai." He wasn't even sure how he was going to manage that as a Thursday goal, but it seemed like a good plan, nonetheless... So the fact that today was Christmas meant nothing to him. This irritated the rest of his special forces group to no end, and they'd taken to calling him Scrooge (based on some new book that had fallen into Enishi's possession.) Enishi didn't really care what they called him. So he was a Scrooge, huh? Fine. "Bah, humbug!" (however that translates into Japanese).

He sat glowering at his window, when suddenly the bell in his room began ringing for no reason. Then stopped. Enishi raised an eyebrow and stared at it. Well, that was kind of creepy. No one else was even supposed to be in the house.

Then the thumping began, like a body being dragged up the stairs from the lower floors. And... was that the clink of chains? Enishi's eyes strayed back to the copy of A Christmas Carol, which lay on the floor where he'd tossed it last night. "So much for reading ghost stories before bed," he thought. Honestly, he wasn't overly frightened. He could only think of one ghost that was going to visit him, and she was certainly no Jacob Marley. Living the life he had (even if it was only in his mind), the idea of ghosts wasn't all that creepy to him.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Almost to his floor.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

At his door. Enishi tensed just as the door flew open... and there she was. As lovely as ever, if not quite as lively. Enishi sprang to his feet, wondering if he could embrace a spirit, when he noticed that she appeared to be only half conscious, and supported by someone else.

What the hell?

She flopped a few steps further, and suddenly Gein's head appeared behind her shoulder.

Enishi's jaw dropped and he just stared. What the hell?

"Merry Christmas." Gein finished dragging her in with the chains he'd been using, and dumped her onto a chair. "I thought since I'd just finished up Iwanbo, that maybe I'd take a little time to make you a Christmas gift. You know... cheer you up."

Gein seemed pleased with himself.

Enishi was still staring at his sister, flopped into a chair. He was speechless.

Gein took that as meaning that Enishi was too excited for words. He continued happily. "And I even added a special feature." He walked over, and pushed the doll forward to show her back.

Enishi twitched.

Suddenly Gein yanked at something. "I made it so she can speak. See? A pull string!" He let go of the string,

"Merry Christmas, brother," the Tomoe doll said in a voice that sounded curiously like Gein's.

Enishi twitched again.

Gein noticed, and commented, "Well, I was the only one around, so I just recorded my own voice... but we can fix that later. And if you give her something to drink, she even--"

He wasn't given the chance to finish, because at that moment, Enishi got his wits together, and with a yelp, threw his copy of A Christmas Carol at Gein's head.

Gein finally realized that his gift was not appreciated, and dodging more flying books, rushed from the room.

Enishi threw a few more for good measure, and then stood for a moment by the bookshelf, panting and swearing under his breath. The twitch in his eyebrow seemed to have almost become permanent now.

He took a deep breath and walked over to the door, kicking loose books out of the way, and shut it. Then, he walked back over to the doll. He stared at it a moment, and then set her back up, quickly tugging at the string.

"Merry Christmas, brother," she said again in Gein's voice.

Enishi smiled faintly, and replied, "Merry Christmas, sister." Then, remember what else Gein had said, asked, "Would you like some tea?

Owari

Author's note: Enjoy this installment in the crackfics of Christmas.

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Dewa mata!