Beneath the Stars
By Gold Sparrow
Christmas Special:
The Mistletoe Dilemma
Once again we visit the parallel dimension of the world Badroulbadour breaks and Centola fixes. A world that has it's own fair share of fights and make-ups. Greetings from the snow covered town of Magi, which celebrates Christmas…
12:48 PM, December 23, The De Coverna Clinic
"Feeling good?" Zeina asks, finishing up her report on her clipboard. The girl nods, smoothing down the gown the doctor had made her wear.
"Yup!"
"Good. I'll see you again in a few months, Badroulbadour"
"Okay! Oh, Mama wants you and Centola to come over to our house for Christmas Eve dinner!" Zeina smiles and nods, picking up her curls and using her pencil to make a bun.
"Sounds good! I'm sure that Catrina and Eren will be there as well, right?"
"Heh, you're right! You can invite a plus one if you'd like. But no Salujas. Except Kassim, that guy is chill" Zeina throws her head back and laughs, nodding.
"I'm sure Centola will probably invite Kassim then. But if she invites Kassim, Alibaba will be sure to show up"
"Eh, not everything will be perfect. The 'no Salujas' is my rule, so I doubt my parents will care" The blonde woman nods and helps the pinkette down, patting her hair.
"Alright, I'll call your mom"
"Hello?"
"Hello Yamu!"
"Zeina, for the last time this is Sinbad"
"Oh. Wow. You sound like a woman over the phone"
*Beeeeeeep. Sorry, your call has been disconnected*
"Aw, Sinbad, again?"
3:23 PM, December 23, Centola's room
"So we don't invite Alibaba" Kassim states, grinning.
"What? We have to!"
"Think about how funny this shit'll be! We'll be having a good time at Bad's and then when he realizes where we are he'll freak out!" Kassim cackles, throwing himself down on her spinny chair by her desk. Giggling despite herself, Centola shakes her head.
"We can't do that! Although he did freak out when we went to Bad's birthday party without him…"
"No, but his meltdown won't be the best part," The darker skinned teen sits forward, eyes gleaming mischieviously. "He'll crash the party!"
"He wouldn't"
"Five bucks says he will!" Centola pursues her lips and then rolls her eyes.
"Fine. I'm in"
4:29 PM, December 23, Sindria Estate
Ja'far was really having a good day.
He had finished putting up all the Christmas decorations in his house downtown, and also settled all his and Sinbad's paperwork for the week, meaning he'd get the next few days off for the holidays.
Sinbad had invited him over to 'hang out', but then the truth came out.
*Nice to meet you, where you been? I can show you incredible things. Magic, Madness, Heaven, Sin-*
"Hey can you get that?" Sinbad asks, cringing.
"...Your ringtone is Blank Space by Taylor Swift?" Sinbad just stares at him.
"Just pick up the phone" Ja'far sighs and does so, and knows why Sinbad was cringing.
"Hello?"
"Hell- Oh, hi Ja'far." blanching, the advisor steadies himself. "It's Khadeja"
"Yes, I realize that"
"Good for you." She deadpans. So this is why Sinbad invited him over: to deal with the blackhaired woman. Khadeja is the one person other than Zeina that can really get on Sinbad's nerves, and thus he usually hands them off to his pale friend. "Is Sinbad there?"
Sinbad makes a puppy dog face.
"...No. What is it that you need?"
"Zeina asked me to call to ask-"
"No."
"What?"
"I said no" Khadeja makes a sound so low and rough that it sends shivers down Ja'far's back.
"Ja'whore, I'm going to tell you what Zeina wants, and you're going to listen you little albino-" Ja'far holds the phone away from him and tells her,
"I'm going to hang up now"
"I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE-"
"Thanks Ja-" The purple haired CEO turns to stone the second Ja'far pins him with his gaze.
"Did you hear that crazy bitch, Sin?! She knoWS WHErE I LIVE"
"C-Calm down, it's not like she's gonna actually go to your house"
6:51 PM, December 23, The De Covernas House
"So he ignored you too?" Zeina laughs, and Khadeja looks ready to murder the freckled employee of Sinbad. Khadeja rolls her eyes, finishing washing her dishes. Centola smiles at her, and instantly the black haired woman relaxes.
"I'm sure they probably thought it was a prank" Centola soothes, unbraiding and rebraiding her hair. "You two have done that many times to the poor boys"
Khadeja pats the girl's long strawberry blond hair.
"I'm still gonna beat up Ja'whore"
"Ja'whore?"
"That's the nickname she came up for him once she found out he had a one-night stand ten years ago"
"Ten years ago?"
"Prude ain't had another one since" Khadeja explains, laughing. "I'm so excited to go over to Yamu's" Khadeja changes the subject, and Zeina nods.
"Me too. It's gonna get crazy, especially once Sinbad hears what I want to ask him!"
"I invited Kassim, and we made a bet on whether or not Alibaba will crash"
"Five he won't" Khadeja bets.
"Five he will!" Zeina interjects.
"You're on!"
7:14 PM, Ja'far's House
*Knock, knock, knock*
"KNOCK, KNOCK, MOTHERFUCKA!" Khadeja yells through the door, pounding on it with her foot. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the curtain flutter close. She goes around the side and hops the fence, rushing to the back door before he can lock it. Busting through, she grabs Ja'far by the shirt and drags him outside, the pale man yelling unkindly the whole way to her car. "We're going to Sinbad's and then you're going to tell him what I'll tell you, GOT IT?!"
Ja'far turns even whiter than he is, a feat that she almost commends him on.
8:29 PM, Sindria Estate
Sinbad thinks this is the farthest the self-proclaimed servant had ever gone. Ja'far is greener than a shrub, and he's being carried around the waist by one arm, his stomach on the woman's hip.
"Yo, Sinbad." Her voice is ice-cold. "Ja'far has something he'd like to tell you"
His advisor is set on the ground. Hesitantly, he begins.
"Z-Zeina wants to know if you'd like to go to Yamu's house for Christmas Eve dinner tomorrow" Sinbad's eyebrows shoot up. That's why she'd been calling.
"Well?" Khadeja asks sharply. "Are you?"
"Uh, um-"
"If you say 'no' Ja'whore's gonna get it" Ja'far gives him a weak glare that promises pain.
"In that case...Yes"
9:33 AM, December 24, The Saluja's House
"Why wasn't I invited?!" Alibaba screeches, throwing his hands up. Sharrkan chuckles from the kitchen, and Kassim scowls.
"Bad imposed a 'no Salujas' rule"
"WHA- That little brat!" Then he pauses. "Why do you get to go then?" The older teen grins.
"Because the rule only pertains to you and your brothers. Although Sharrkan could go if he'd like" Said man pops his head out the door.
"I'm going to Masrur's tonight! But tell the old witch 'thank you' for me!"
"Bro!" Alibaba whines. "Why would he say 'thank you'?!"
"For giving me a night without my annoying sibling, duh" Kassim deadpans.
"Hey!" Sharrkan comes into the living room, glancing at the two roughhousing boys. In his hand, a soda is opened, though Alibaba still doesn't know why he felt the need to come all the way to their house for a drink.
"You know Alibaba, because Kassim was away at college during Thanksgiving, this is sort of like a make-up party!" The blonde stews.
"Whatever, I'll just-"
12:32 PM, December 24, Amala Supermarket
"Good morning, Bad" Greets a cheery red head. Beaming, said little girl hugs her around the waist and then proceeds to look around the store.
"Morning, Catrina! Wow, you and your family really went all out on the supermarket!" Decorated with fake snow and large Christmas tree ornaments, the store looks cheery and sparkly, even more so than the usual. Giggling, the Fanalis-Amala gathers up a barrel of apples and nods in agreement.
"Mhmm! Dad's jealous we didn't get to decorate his dojo since we were so busy over here" Bad follows the girl who sets up the display, her black and orange apron crinkling with her movements.
"Are you still coming to my house for dinner tonight?"
"Yessir! But my dad can't come because he's having dinner with his pals tonight. My mom's coming though!"
"Yay!"
"How about you go check on Eren across the street? I'll see you later!"
12:39 PM, December 24, Hakuei's Fabric Store
"Eren~!" The man turns in time to have a blur of pink hit him square in the chest. He drops the large rugs he'd been holding and goes down, wrapping his arms around the girl.
"What the heck, Bad?" A giggle is what he gets in return.
"Hey, you're coming tonight, right?"
"Uh, yeah. I invited Hakuei to come with since her brother is going out with Judal, Asad and Kougyoku" Sitting up, he avoids the gazes of the costumers. "My boss is awesome, not gonna lie"
"I still can't believe you work here! You're so freaking big I bet you knock all the shelves down" He rubs his head sheepishly, setting Bad down and standing up.
"I did do that once…"
"What?"
"What? Oh yeah, I'll see you tonight, gotta get to work again!" Pouting Bad gets up.
"Laaaaame~ No one has time to play with me!"
2:22 PM, December 24, The Wazir* House
"Yunan!" His wife calls from the kitchen, "Can you come in here?" Putting the finishing touches on his masterpiece of a wreath, the man does so and sniffs the air to get a whiff of his wife's Christmas mash potatoes.
"Mhmm!" He hums, coming up to the island. "What's up?"
"Can you make a list of those who're coming?" Yunan nods. Getting out a notepad, Yamu cooks and names the guests.
"Catrina, Aishia, Morgiana, Eren, Hakuei, Centola, Kassim, Five bucks Alibaba shows up, Aladdin because Solomon is working tonight ("Not surprised" "Just 'cause you dislike Solomon doesn't mean you gotta be an ass!"), Um...Zeina, Khadeja, Ja'far and Sinbad!" Yunan pauses on the name Sinbad.
"No way that guy is coming over" Yamu sighs.
"Come on, we said Zeina could invite anyone"
"And she's inviting him to piss me off!"
"Bad likes him" Yunan huffs and finishes the name very angrily, setting the pen and notepad down.
"But...but…!" Yunan turns his watery eyes toward her. Then he whines, "I don't like Sinbaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad"
"Why did I marry you?" Yamu groans, rubbing her temple. He smiles frailly, eyes glittering with his tears.
"And now you're stuck with me" When he leaves the room, he adds an evil laugh for good measure. "MWUHAHAHA!"
6:58 PM, December 24, The Wazir House
The party was in full swing.
And Sinbad is now in a deadly situation.
"What do you mean…" Zeina drawls out, her eyes narrowing. A note to all male readers: if a woman ever starts a sentence with 'what do you mean', get your ass out of the room as fast as possible. However, Sinbad is stuck in a corner and Zeina looks as murderous as a former-beauty queen/doctor can be. "...I have a lot of male friends?"
The purpled haired man had had a lot of alcohol. And in the midst of an argument with the insufferable Zeina, those ill-fated words slipped out.
"Uuuhhh" Is his intelligent response. "Well, I, just, um-"
"Are you calling me a slut?"
"No, no- I am not-"
"Hey Auntie…?" Centola prods, looking up to the ceiling.
"Not now Centola, Sinbad's on the verge of getting an ass-whooping" Centola pokes her aunt's shoulder once more.
"But Auntie, look-"
"Cent-" Sinbad looks. And what he sees makes him quiver. No way.
No way. Not happening, no, no, I deny-
Wait.
An idea pops into his head, and it might just get him out of this position. Grinning like a fool at Zeina's unsuspecting face, he winks at Centola, who pales.
"Thanks Centola!"
"Oh no, she'll just get madder Mr. Tison*-"
Swooping down, he kisses Zeina De Coverna right on the mouth, thanking Yunan and God and whoever else rules the world that a mistletoe hung right above that very spot.
"Oh boy…" Centola groans, slinking away to get the image of what she just witnessed out of her mind.
When he pulls away, she's flushed and dazed, blinking hard.
"What were we talking about…?"
"Sports"
"Oh. Okay." Zeina turns around, and then she spins back on him, raising her hand and smacking his cheek as hard as she could. "WHAT THE HELL SINBAD?!"
So close.
7:14 PM, December 24, The Wazir House
The doorbell rang, and the entire house waited with bated breath. Bad was taking last minute bets, and achingly slowly Yunan walks to the door. Some people, like Morgiana and Catrina, are bold enough to peek their head into the entryway and watch the Wazir open the door.
"Oh, hello ALIBABA!"
An eruption of cheers and a low undertone of boos comes from the party-goers, some who lost and others that won. The Saluja teen looks in, his eyes knitted together, and Yunan pulls him in front, showing him off like a prize won at the fair.
"Alright, Alright who bet that Prince-y wouldn't show!" Bad coos, snickering at ploy. By not inviting Alibaba, she was able to trick everyone into gambling about whether or not he would come.
Alibaba's mouth hangs loose at the girl's proclamation.
"YOU ALL SUCK!" He shouts, going over to Kassim and Centola and accepting the hugs they open their arms for.
"Shhhh…" Kassim soothes. "They're all jerks" Over Alibaba's opposite shoulder, Centola glares at him for being condescending.
'You're an ass' She mouths, and he winks at her.
'But an entertaining ass' He mouths back.
7:30 PM, December 24, The Wazir House
Dinner was mashed potatoes, chicken, steak, steamed asparagus, peas, gravy and a nice caesar salad, all prepared by Yamu herself. Yunan had showered his wife with complements, who in turn blushed and lightly tapped her husband's arm. After that, Yunan smirked at Sinbad, who's eye twitched at the sight of his former best-friend with his current worst-enemy.
Bad had giggled.
"Catrina, I got you a gift!" Bad tells the Fanalis-Amala, who beams once she hears the words.
"Really? Well, I got you something too!"
"We always get gifts for each other" The twenty-one year old Chandlen shakes his head, "Why do you two always act like it's a surprise?"
"Teehee!" Alibaba was forced to be squished between Sinbad and Zeina, partially because that's the only space available, and mostly because Zeina looked ready to slaughter the rich man for his stunt by the mistletoe.
"Oh, Aladdin, I got you a gift as well!" The blue haired boy smiles.
"Wow, that's so nice of you Bad! I'm sorry I didn't get you anything…"
"That's okay!" Bad is practically bouncing out her chair with excitement.
7:36 PM, December 24, The Wazir House
"So Sinbad." The icy words make Ja'far freeze, and Khadeja stabs an asparagus on her plate with her fork. "What's this I hear about a 'mistletoe dilemma'?"
Thank God this woman isn't talking to me.
Not that he hated sitting next to Khadeja, but the curly haired woman was about as friendly as a porcupine. He had suffered through most of the meal listening to her chat with Zeina about how much they hate idiots who do stupid shit.
Like drunkenly kiss classy, sophisticated women.
Like hang up on polite, kind women.
He and Sinbad had shared looks that both said, 'we-are-in-deep-doo-doo'.
So after this question is posed, Sinbad chokes on his food, and gives Ja'far the most terrified look the freckled man has ever seen in his entire life. It said, 'I forgot to feed the cat', 'help me' and 'tell my mother I love her' all in one grimacing, wide-eyed expression.
He doesn't even have a cat.
Sinbad mumbles a response, and Khadeja takes Ja'far's hand. For a second, Ja'far thinks her hand is really warm and nicely-fitted in his own. She knits their fingers, smiles warmly at him, and even though he is twenty-eight and shouldn't fall for this sort of sweet BS, like a teenage boy he lets his guard down.
Until she started squeezing.
Very, very hard, until his fingers fade from bright red to purple and he is trying not to look constipated.
"Siiiiiiin" He hisses. This is a you or me situation, and Ja'far is teetering on the edge.
"Stay strong Jaffy!" Sinbad urges, panicked. "Come on, do it for our friendship"
"OUghoawjegouohgo!" Ja'far feels like he's gonna barf, staring at the mess of his hands. It's numb now, and Khadeja had pinned his other hand to the table. "Oh God…"
"Ja'far! Hang on!" Sinbad pleads. "Do it for my masculinity!"
"What?" Vaguely he hears Zeina asks.
"If I tell Khadeja what happens, I'm fairly certain my manhood is at stake"
"Manhood- Oh, you mean she's gonna rip your-"
"Children at the table!"
Finally, because he can no longer take it, Ja'far tells the truth. Sinbad is scandalized.
"Ja'far!"
"Sorry Sin, but better your balls than mine!"
7:46 PM, December 24, The Wazir House
"Cent, what is your 'servant' doing?" Centola puts a hand up to her face to sheild her vision from the sight of her aunts (because Khadeja is practically related by how close she is to the two De Covernas) doing bodily harm to Ja'far.
"Please don't ask" She begs Kassim, who snickers. The table was one very long one, with Yunan and Yamu at one end and Bad and her friends at the other.
On the right side, it is Bad, Catrina, Morgiana, Centola, Sinbad, Alibaba, Zeina, Yamu and then on the left side it is (from Bad's end) Aladdin, Eren, Hakuei, Kassim, Ja'far, Khadeja, Aishia and Yunan.
"Dang, this party is dope!"
"Say dope again and I will end you" Centola promises Kassim, who rolls his eyes.
"Please, our friendship is unbreakable!"
8:01 PM, December 24, The Wazir House
Yunan is a good husband.
Yunan is a good father.
But Yunan is not a good host. So, despite the chaos it will bring, he decides to pull a prank on his guests, and a prank he does pull.
He enlists the help of his adoptive daughter, who giggles and hugs him, praising her father for being so engenius, and together they watch as the trouble ensues.
The first guest leave at 8:01, Ja'far complaining that he wants to have a good night sleep before Sinbad calls him tomorrow morning to scream, 'MERRY CHRISTMAS' into the phone. Khadeja sighs but still walks with him to the front door, which is thankfully hidden away from the sight of the dining room table, where the occupants feast on Yamu's chocolate peppermint cake.
"Khadeja's taking you home?"
"She forced me to come with her"
"I was going to see to it that you kept your promise" Khadeja shrugs nonchalantly, looping her elbow around Ja'far's. The grin she directs at him can only be described as 'scary'. "Let's go~"
They open the door, and the second they stand in the doorway Bad yells-
"Wait!" Pausing, the pair looks back.
"What is it?" Ja'far asks, and Bad points to the ceiling.
"Oh God" Ja'far states in a small voice.
8:34 PM, December 24, The Wazir House
"You guys too?"
"I wanna make my dad hot chocolate for when he comes home" Catrina's cheeks turn pink. "Sorry!"
"Oh, no problem Catrina! I'll give you your gift tomorrow!"
"Okay!" Morgiana and Catrina step into the doorway, and Aishia is a step behind them.
"Wait!"
"What is it?" The kind Amala mother asks, and Yunan points upward. "Oh dear…"
9:35 PM, December 24, The Wazir House
"Aw, Eren, Hakuei!" Hakuei giggles, patting the child's head.
"Hey, Zeina is still here! I know you like her!" Bad pouts, but nods all the same. A second later, when Hakuei joins Eren in front of the open door, Bad yells,
"Hey, isn't that…"
They both stare up and share a look.
"Bad, you're the one who did that, didn't you?!"
10:07 PM, December 24, The Wazir House
Centola, Alibaba and Kassim were next. Pulling on her coat, Centola had no idea what was about to happen until both the boys, wanting to be first, huddled in front of the door.
"Hold it!" Yunan interjected this time, and the three teens all stared questionably at him. He tips his hat and says, "Look up"
Laughing, Centola stares at the two boys who go cherry red.
"How do we solve this problem?
11:27 PM, December 24, The Wazir House
In Yunan's opinion, it took waaaaaaaaaaay too long for Sinbad to decide to leave, and he too came with Zeina who had stopped speaking to him for the moment. Although his face was priceless when he looked up and saw what everyone else had faced, awe turning to fear as the woman beside him glared so piercingly Sinbad thought he was about ready to die, Yunan didn't think it really made up for how much he had to put up with from the eccentric man.
Well, maybe it was worth it.
12:01 PM, December 25, The Wazir House
It was quiet except for Yunan and Yamu cleaning up.
Bad and Aladding sat in the family room together, on the couched, curled up with their sides touching, a blanket thrown over them.
"Don't be sad" Bad whispers, holding Aladdin's hand under the blanket. "He'll be here soon"
"Yeah…" Aladdin nods, looking down.
"He works in Alma Toran, right? That city is huge! Not to mention far away. But I bet he'll be here any second!"
"Thanks Bad" Aladdin smiles very timidly, squeezing her hand. "But it's okay. I know my dad works hard for his company, but I can understand why. Ever since my mom died during childbirth...He's worked hard so I could have a nicer life than what he and mom did growing up. He wants to make sure that...That I can live a good l-life…"
"Hey…"
"I'm n-not crying"
"I know, that's just a blob of make-up from when Zeina kissed your cheek. Here, let me just wipe it...All gone!"
"Thanks" He whispers once again.
"Oh, I know!" Jumping up, Bad runs to their sparkling and heavily decorated Christmas tree, pulling out from under it a neatly wrapped present. "Your present!"
Sitting up, Aladdin inspects the blue gift in his lap, looking at the design of bells all over the box-shaped item. He picks it up, finds it to be a bit heavy, and then shakes it, hearing something jingle around.
Carefully he peels the wrapping paper from the white box, slowly but surely shaking off the lid and then picking up the object. He inspects it, and then unwraps the tissue paper. When the item falls into his palm, he gasps, holding it up.
"Surprise!" Bad throws her hands up. "I found the flute you had been talking about!"
"I thought I lost it!" The boy grins. "You found it?"
"Mhm! Last week, I saw something glittering behind our school's bleachers, and it was the flute your uncle gave you" Beaming, the girl blushes. "Are you happy?"
"Yes! I love you, Bad!" Throwing his arms around her, he notices that her skin has turned a volcano level warm.
"Yes, w-w-well, I-I-I-I-I r-r-r-r-r-really l-l-l-lo-"
*Ding, dong*
Never has Badroulbadour ever felt so pissed off in her entire life than in the moment that Yunan opened the door and there, panting with a red nose, Solomon Jehoahaz Abraham stood. Aladdin hops up and runs into his father's waiting arms, and that makes her anger dissipate some what.
"Dad!" Aladdin wraps his arms around the man's neck, burrowing into the fleshy part of his shoulder. "You're here!"
"I came as fast as I could. I'm sorry I missed the party, Al. Did you have fun?"
"Yeah! Bad found my flute!" He holds it up like it's the most precious item in the world, and Solomon chuckles, smiling at Yunan and Bad, who had moved over and clutched her father's pant leg.
"Thank you, Badroulbadour"
"Yeah, thanks Bad! You're my best friend! Well, my best friend my age, at least!" Blushing and smiling shyly, the girl replies,
"No problem"
"Hey dad, look, Mistletoe!" Solomon gazes upward at the green and red berried plant, and his eyes soften. He kisses his son's cheek, and then thanks Yunan, leaving the Wazir household.
A second after the door closed, Bad throws it open again.
"Wait, Mr. Abraham, Aladdin!" They look back, and Bad smiles widely.
"Merry Christmas!"
Ja'far and Khadeja:
"This is stupid" Ja'far is red, but whether from anger or embarrassment is unknown.
"But Khadeja, Ja'far, isn't it a rule you have to kiss whoever is under the mistletoe with you? Isn't it only right for the holiday?" Bad makes a puppy dog face, jutting out her lower lip and looking pleadingly up at her two adult friends.
"Eh, well-" Ja'far tries to smile and fails.
"Don't wreck my daughter's dreams!" Yunan steps forward, pulling the dejected Bad into his arms. "It's for Christmas!"
*Sigh*
"Fine. Ja'far, I'm going to kiss you" The black haired woman rolls her eyes and grips the front of the shaking advisor's shirt.
"Wha- No, stop- mmmm!"
Catrina, Morgiana and Aishia:
"Oh dear…" Aishia begins to giggle, and Morgiana looks down, alarmed and unsure of how to handle the situation.
Catrina blows Morgiana a kiss, and the Fanalis girl pauses, slowly kissing her palm and blowing one back at her friend. Catrina laughs and loops their arms.
"Let's get home!"
Eren and Hakuei:
"Aw, that's cute!"
"Hey, you tricked us!" Bad stiffles a laugh and hides behind Yunan, who pleasantly smiles. "Ugh, in front of my boss, really?"
"It's fine" Hakuei goes up on her tippy-toes and lightly peck's Eren's cheek. The Chandlen gulps and goes red but then nods.
"Y-Yeah it's fine...I guess…"
Centola, Kassim and Alibaba:
"How...Is this going to work?" Alibaba asks, being as he, Centola and Kassim were all standing beneath the cursed Christmas plant. Bad shrugs.
"Figure it out!" She crones, and Centola brightens.
"I know!" She points to the boys on both sides of her and then pokes her cheeks, tilting her face upwards. Kassim and Alibaba glance at one another, but then, sighing, they lean down and lightly kiss her cheeks.
Sinbad and Zeina:
"No." That was Zeina's simple answer, though Sinbad seemed to be alight with teasing remarks.
"This must be fate~!" The purple haired man joked, nudging her arm. The De Coverna looked more and more pissed as the minute passed.
"I said no."
"But Zeina…" Bad's eyes glisten, and instantly the two adults are caught in her trap. That, and Yunan gave them a gentle look that some how said, 'make-my-daughter-cry-and-I'll-kill-you'. Zeina offers Sinbad her hand, and the man takes it, pressing a very quick kiss to her knuckles.
"Happy?"
"Very!" Sinbad doesn't know who her birth parents are, but the father must be the devil himself.
12:32 PM, December 24, The Wazir House
"Cleaning?"
"Done."
"Bad?"
"In bed"
"Presents are wrapped?"
"And under the tree!" Yunan inspects their handiwork and Yamu beams with pride for everything being done so quickly. Last year they were up till four finishing up cleaning and present placing.
"Good work, Mr. Wazir"
"Even better work, Mrs. Wazir" Yunan wraps his arms around her waist and Yamu lays her head on the crook of his neck. The peaceful sounds of the clock and the twinkle of the Christmas lights calm them, and with a light heart Yunan nudges his wife.
"What is it?" She watches as he holds something green and red above their heads, and laughing, she squeezes his arm. "A mistletoe!"
"Bad and I had a lot of fun tonight with this!" The blonde husband leans down and kisses his wife, thinking to himself,
Funny how none of them noticed it's plastic.
2:03 PM, December 24, The Wazir House
Silently, Bad takes the hidden camera from it's hiding place and slips back into her bedroom, looking through the photos with a sinister smile.
"Blackmail...Mwuhahaha!" She whispers.
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
*Wazir House: Yunan's name comes from The Tale of the Wazir and the Sage Duban from the One Thousand and One Nights, so I figured this suited him.
*Mr. Tison: Sinbad's home town is Tison village, so I figured I might as well call him by that last name.
HAVE A WONDERFUL, WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS AND WINTER BREAK, MY PRETTIES!