Disclaimer: If I owned Eureka Seven, Dominic would be the main character. :D
A/N: Here it is! The Third Drabble, and the CHIRSTMAS SPECIAL! Yaaay! I wanted to do a Christmas Special, and since I was inspired today, I wrote it before the idea left me.
I really hope you all enjoy it! And I want to take this time to thank NinjaxOfxThexNight, CheeseyWonder221, Kou Haruko, and nekochanoftheworld1 for their awesome reviews! And guess what?! If you review Chapter 3, you get your name up here, too:D So review, okay? I'm very glad that everyone is enjoying my crappy little drabbles. xD You ALL keep me inspired!
She's Got Pink Hair and a Fat Pet!
-Drabble Three-
Gifts
There was the mixed sound between a cat and...something else, and Anemone knew that Gulliver was satisfied with the overall project.
So was she.
The tree was set neatly in one of the corners of the living room, the perfect height; it wasn't touching the ceiling, but it wasn't short, either.
Beautiful multi-colored ornaments gleamed as they hung scattered about the green branches. Each ornament glittered as they reflected the tiny golden, white, blue, green, red, pink, and yellow bulbs that sparkled everywhere around the tree. Shiny silver garlin wrapped perfectly around the full tree. And just to add to the fun, a load of candy canes accented the tree, giving it a cuter look.
Oops! And we can't forget the five-point star that stood atop the tree, in it's golden glory. What Anemone liked best about the star, was that it would light up when plugged in. And with the tree being in the corner, the ugly cord was well out of view, and at the moment it was definitely plugged in, along with the lights.
"See, Gulliver! Look what we've been missing!" she pink-haired female exclaimed in excitement. "It's going to be our very first Christmas! So we have to make sure everything is very Christmas-oriented!"
Gulliver nodded his head, and let out a grunt, which Anemone smiled in reply to.
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With a sputter, the car stopped mid-driveway, and all Dominic could do was stare out of the windshield.
"Holy..."
He stepped out of his car and into the snow. The white fluff scrunched under his boots.
This was NOT how his house was this morning.
Lining the windows, door, and roof, were different colored Christmas lights. Lodged into the snow in the front yard was a stick and a sign: SANTA STOP HERE!
Even the TREE in the yard was covered in lights, and –need he say it– adorable snowflake hangings hung from the branches.
The front door was home to an elegant wreath, and in each window were fake candles, with orange lights as the "flames."
Dominic almost felt like a kid again. He hadn't celebrated Christmas since his family was still alive.
He knew only one person who could, and WOULD, do something like this.
"That girl is something else," he whispered, with a silly grin on his face.
He hopped back into the car, and drove it into the carport.
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Dominic opened the door, only to be greeted by MORE Christmas things. The fireplace was ignited, Santa, reindeer, snowmen, and angel trinkets lay here and there. The old-fashioned radio was on, and playing soft holiday tunes.
He turned to face the corner, and he laughed as he saw the tree.
It was JUST like her. It reflected her personality.
Cluttered.
Flashy.
Random (All those colors!).
Fun.
Sweet.
Pretty.
He loved that tree, and the fact that SHE decorated it made him love it all the more.
"Reow"
Dominic looked down and grinned. He stooped down, and gave the animal a nice scratch behind the ear.
"Did you help Anemone with all this?" he asked.
The fat little thing responded with a "Reowwa" and wobbled to the kitchen.
Dominic followed the animal's footsteps, and checked the phone messages. He sighed, as Dewey's name and number appeared on the screen.
He pressed the button, and the message played. Yep, Dominic could recognize that voice from the other side of the planet:
'It's Dewey! It's such a letdown that you aren't home! Bother, I wanted to wish you both a lovely season's greetings! I'd really love to tell you myself, so please call me back.'
Dominic coughed. Call that looney back? Er, no.
After deleting Dewey's message, Dominic took off his thick coat, hat, and gloves, leaving him in a warm peachy-colored turtle-neck sweater, and his thick blue jeans. He walked across the kitchen, and put his hand on the doorknob to the bedroom –their bedroom– to discard the extra clothes. He hesitated, however, because he could hear something from inside the room.
He could hear singing. HER singing. Anemone's singing.
He opened the door silently, and gently pushed open the door. His Anemone was sitting on their bed, in a baby blue long-sleeved shirt, a white cotton vest, jeans, and a Santa hat, reading a piece of paper (lyrics, he assumed) and singing "We Wish You a Merry Christmas."
Well, she was TRYING to, at least.
"Anemone, I'm home," he said in almost a whisper, as if he really didn't want to disturb the girl while she was singing.
Her head snapped up, and when she saw Dominic, her cheeks tinged pink. How embarrassing it was, for her boyfriend to catch her trying to sing this song she didn't even know!
Nevertheless, she did what she did every time he came home; she practically tackled him to the ground in the biggest hug she could muster, and gave him a huge kiss on the cheek.
She did this every time, because she knew that after she kissed him, he kissed her. On the lips.
After their little 'I'm home!' routine, Dominic pecked the girl on her forehead, not letting her out of his arms just yet.
"The house looks great," he commented with a grin.
That one comment had obviously made her day, because she gave him one of the brightest smiles she had ever given him.
"Well, I never celebrated Christmas, so I looked it up on the internet!" she half bragged as she released herself from his gentle grip, and twirled around for no other reason than she was happy.
"I don't know about all that Jesus stuff," she continued, "but the holiday itself sounded really cool!"
Dominic chuckled.
"It is."
"So! Will you celebrate Christmas with me, Dominic?" she asked as she snuggled herself into Dominic's chest. She smiled as she felt his arms wrap around her body.
He smiled.
"I will."
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-One Week Later: Christmas Day-
"DOMINIC!" she cried as she jumped on the lump in the bed. The "lump" responded back with an "Oof!" before squirming around until a head popped out from under the sheets.
"Mmfn..."
Anemone, still SITTING on him, pouted.
"Wake! Up! You have a PRESENT!" she exclaimed.
"I'm...coming," the boy grumbled.
With a squeak of excitement, Anemone (whom was still in her warm pink paw-print pajamas!) climbed off of the boy, and ran back to the living room.
Dominic slowly got out of bed, and went to wash his face, and brush his teeth. When he was done, he walked over to his night stand, and opened the small drawer in it. He delicately took out the small box (topped with a shining golden bow) and slipped it gently in his pocket.
He walked out to the living room.
He smiled as he saw her sitting on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate, singing along to "Jingle Bells," which was currently on the old radio.
He also laughed when he noticed Gulliver, dragging an unopened back of pet snacks around in his mouth, the bow still on it.
"I see Gulliver likes his present," he said as he grabbed his own mug of hot chocolate (Anemone must have made it for him and left it on the counter) and stood in front of her.
"Merry Christmas," he said kindly. Anemone giggled.
She stood up, and rummaged around under the Christmas tree, looking for a certain box. She found it, and pulled it out. She stood up quickly with the box in hand. Her hair was a little messed up now, and the Santa hat was crooked, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to see Dominic get his gift. It was something she thought...no, KNEW he would like, and she couldn't wait to see his face.
Dominic stared at the box in her hand. He could tell by the way it was wrapped, that this really WAS her first Christmas. The folds of the red and green wrapping paper were uneven, and the white bow was crooked and mushed. But to him, it was better than any perfectly wrapped gift. Because she tried. For him.
"You didn't have to do this," he said as he took the gift from her hands.
She just rocked on her sock-covered heels, and grinned.
"I don't care. Open it!" she urged him on. He secured the gift in one hand, and fixed her hair and hat, all with a soft smile.
The sweet moment was over too soon, and he found himself opening the package. The wrappings fell to the floor. And soon he found himself sitting down as well, just holding and staring at it.
'The Life of Dominic Sorel'
A scrapbook.
He silently flipped the cover open. A pink sheet of stationery was slipped into the sheet protectors.
'Dear Dominic,
This is probably really corny, but I really appreciate all that you've done from me. Without you, I wouldn't be here. You've always cared, no matter how cold and cruel I was, and I will always remember that. You are always in my heart, and I hope that you enjoy this gift, though you deserve more than I could ever give. I love you so much!
Merry Christmas, Dominic.
Lots of Love,
Anemone'
Below the note, was a picture of himself and Anemone. He remembered when they took it. It was two days ago, in front of the Christmas tree. She was holding Gulliver, and they were both smiling, though he was blushing because she had put a Santa hat on his head, too.
He flipped the page again, and his eyes widened for a moment, as he scanned the contents of the two open pages in front of him.
'When Dominic was born' was the title, and each letter was cut from old newspaper clippings. Across the page were baby pictures. Pictures of himself.
He turned the pages, and he figured out the book was a time line. All of his pictures, the pictures of him and his family were there. His mother. His father. His grandparents, and even his old pet cat. It was all in this book. Not in the boxes in the basement, like they used to be.
His eyes watered with unshed tears: tears of sorrow, for his family; tears of happiness, for the memories; and tears of love, for her and the effort she put into making this scrapbook.
"You...did this all for me?" he asked, closing the book and wiping his eyes dry. He looked up only to see her smile. One that was only seen these days; a smile of tender care.
She nodded. "I was hoping that you wouldn't get mad that I went through your stuff. Merry Christmas!"
She smiled, and picked up the discarded wrapping paper. She threw it away in the nearest trash can, and headed back to her Dominic.
"So," she grinned as she stood back in front of Dominic. "Did you get ME a gift?"
He grinned himself. Setting the book aside, he stood up, and grabbed the box that was in his pocket.
He looked her in the eye. Her bright orbs were gleaming with anticipation. He held out the box to her. She looked at it suspiciously, before taking it in her own hands. She thought it strange. This box wasn't wrapped. It was black and smooth, and the only thing to decorate it was the small golden bow.
She also noticed that the box had a crease in the middle of it, to where she could pull the top up, and it would open and display something. But what was it exactly?
"Go on," he told her with a smile.
She looked at him once, and her excitement rushed back to her. She slowly lifted the top of the box, and she almost dropped it when she saw what was inside.
"D-Dominic...what is this?" she whispered, still in shock and awe.
A ring.
A golden ring, with a group of beautifully cut diamonds shaped into a unique curve design.
"Domini-" she began, but was quickly interrupted.
"So," he whispered. "Will you marry me, Anemone?"
She gasped at the question. This couldn't be real. She could only watch as he calmly slipped the ring out of it's container and onto her trembling finger.
It was her turn to cry.
"I will," she said with a cracking yet overjoyed voice. He pulled her into a hug, and she even felt Gulliver's body rubbing against her leg.
She hugged Dominic as tight as she could, in her weakened-with-shock state.
"Merry Christmas, Anemone," he whispered in her ear.
...And then he pulled her shaking body off of his chest just so he could kiss her.
A/N: OMG. It was overly mushy and corny. I know. -sighs- But I really like it in a ways. I hope YOU really liked it! If you did, or if you have a request (I have two requests currently, and they will be fulfilled!), or even if you want to give me some constructive criticism, then PLEEEAAASE review. Plus, I will love you forever!
What? -panicks- I REALLY WILL! Dx Truuust meeeee!
Also, just to clear up the Jesus thing. Sorry if that upset anyone. I am a Catholic, so trust me when I say that I am not disrespecting God, or Jesus. I'm not very religious to be honest, but I respect all religions!
Happy Holidays to everyone!