Dlbn: Welcome back everyone! time for chapter 2! Hope I'm not too late to post this. It's cutting it close ^^"

Nbld: Let's get to the Review Corner! Thank you to Sycocat2 for reviewing, a Dreidel for you!

Sycocat2: Poor Nisei is at a loss a little bit at this point. No Seimei, no Mimuro, no family? The poor boy. Actually, I'm not Jewish, but my friends are, so I'm going off of what I know from them ^^" Never too late to learn indeed!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Loveless or anything in it. That all belongs to Yun Kouga. I make NO money off of writing this fic.

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Nisei grimaced as he took a bite out of his home made latke and gagged. He had definitely done something wrong. But at least he hadn't almost burned down his apartment like he had almost burned down his family's home the first time Mimuro had come over for Chanukah. That had been a disaster in and of itself, and his sister actually liked him at that point and was eager for him to come home from school. The year before, however, he had made the mistake of inviting Seimei. Between Seimei being a dominating jackass and his father being a controlling jackass, he had ended up throwing a fit like a child and stormed off. The night had ended with Seimei sticking up for him to his father and pissing off the oldest male in the house. It was the reason he was slightly afraid to go home this year. His mother had invited him, but he just wasn't comfortable.

Nisei sighed and spun his toy Dreidel on the kitchen table. The light coming from three candles on the Menorah on his countertop lit up the room slightly and reflected off of the toy. His parents had a wooden one that they allowed him and the others to play with, but his mother had gotten him a metal one for the first night Hanukah when he was a kid. He preferred to play with the metal one and her it clink on the table instead of the dull thud of the wooden one. Without anyone to play with, however, he grew bored rather quickly. He was tempted to throw the toy at the wall in anger, but he didn't want to damage it. Instead he slammed the toy onto the table and drummed the fingers of his other hand. He ripped open a couple gelt, and popped one into his mouth. The melt chocolate melted on his tongue as he sighed. It was times like these that he actually missed his father's annoying habit of picking on him while his sister rolled her eyes and their mother tried to intervene but ended up just consoling Nisei later at night. At least then he wouldn't be spending the holidays alone.

His hand absentmindedly traveled to the pile of mail sitting on the counter. The electric company had sent him something, and seeing it made him stop looking through the rest. He ignored the daily paper and the bill as he flipped through. A card-sized enveloped behind a letter about his grades and attendance caught his attention. Who would send him a card? Mimuro and his family would just call him, and he didn't have any other friends or relatives. So who…?

Nisei pulled open the envelope, ignoring his name and address being written on it in sloppy Japanese. He pulled out the card and rolled his eyes at the card written in English. He knew it said Hanukah on it, due to the menorah on the front, but that was it. He opened the card and noticed a message inside written in Japanese.

Akame,

I'm not really good with writing sentimental things, but I figured I should at least be nice about it. I know last year wasn't the…greatest thing in the world, so I hope this year is at least a little better. You might get this in time, and you might not. I'm not sure how long it takes to send something to Japan from here. This is not the last time you will hear from me. When the time comes, I will be coming back to take my rightful place as Number One of Septimal Moon. And although you're not a fighter anymore (that's right, I know things), I will need your help. So that's basically all I have to say.

Happy Hanukah,

Aoyagi Seimei

Nisei blinked in confusion before a slow smile stretched across his face. Seimei remembered. Nisei put away his things and set the card on the counter by the menorah. He blew out the candles and left the kitchen. Once under the covers, he snuggled up to his pillow and got the first good sleep he had in a long time.