A/N: Hmm... strange title. A lot of people around my place have been putting up their Christmas decorations, and for some reason it makes me want to write a Yami no Matsuei fanfic. That, and I haven’t written a Yami no Matsuei fanfic in a long time. I miss it – just I’ve been trying to work on my original stories, develop my original characters better (for my original stories) and I have a Fire Emblem story that I owe a friend of mine, that I intend to give to her for Christmas. Because of that, I’m going to have quite a bit of work to do around Christmas time, so here’s your early Christmas story from me. Merry REALLY early Christmas from Ryzuki-sama.
Also, I have a lot of projects I have to work on for school so far...

Disclaimer: Don’t own Yami no Matsuei... if I did, Tsuzuki would have random band aids in his pockets (you need to read Kiss It Better, written by me and Shusoka)

Warning: Shounen-ai. Tsusoka-ish-ness. Fluff. Skips around quite a bit at first. Don’t ask where the gift ideas came from; I’m half asleep here. And Shusoka-neko... Watari’s gift from Tsuzuki (he was the only fitting character to give those to Watari) is based off what happened with Sam and your mom’s gift. - HISOKA MAY BE OOC – I apologize if he is.

Summary: Tsuzuki isn’t the only one who catches Hisoka under the mistletoe this Christmas... Tsusoka Romance/General/Humor

“I said NO Tsuzuki,” Hisoka snapped, glaring up at the amethyst-eyed Shinigami, now distracted from his paperwork. “I don’t want to spend my Christmas day at some stuffy old office Christmas party.”

Tsuzuki sniffled, on his knees in front of Hisoka’s desk, hands clasped together as if begging the younger man. “Hi-so-ka...” the three cursed syllables that sounded out the emerald Shinigami’s name. The word that was only ever broken into syllables when the elder Shinigami desperately wanted something though was clearly beginning to give in and lose the argument.

“No,” Hisoka repeated firmly with a single nod of his head, turning back to his paperwork.

With a pout, Tsuzuki gave in and returned to his desk to sulk and pout the remainder of the day away.

All the young Shinigami planned to do that Christmas was sit at home in the warmth of the small apartment, curled up in a comfortable chair with a blanket and pillow and read a good book. It wasn’t that he didn’t like spending the time with his friends, it’s just at the Christmas parties everyone got so rowdy, and the emotions were always thicker than usual.

He always felt sick after.

At that time, that goofy scientist was bouncing around with his little owl, 003; beginning to hang up mistletoe in every doorway he had access to. Hisoka eyed the mistletoe that now hung above the door to his and Tsuzuki’s office. The emerald-eyed man knew that if he wanted to make it out of the office free of Tsuzuki’s lips, he would have to run.

And run he did.

“Hey! Hisoka!” Tsuzuki called from the door of the office, poking his head and shoulders out to watch as the younger man ran down the hall and out of sight. “He got away again...” he grumbled under his breath. “That’s the second year in a row he’s gotten away...”

Watari poked his head out from around the corner, 003 hooting a little. “He’s learning, Tsu-chan,” he said with a silly grin. “Don’t worry, this mistletoe isn’t coming down for a few more days. You’ll get him.”

Tsuzuki nodded at the encouragement, before ducking back into the office to get his trench coat and head home.

--

“Hi-ji-ri...” amethyst eyes peered over at the boy that so resembled Hisoka, and he received eye contact. “You want to come and spend Christmas with me and Hisoka?”

Although Hijiri would have agreed, he had to ask. “Does Hisoka know you’re recruiting people to spend Christmas with him, Tsuzuki-san?”

Tsuzuki shifted his eyes a little, and scuffed the thin layer of snow that covered the ground with his foot. “No... not really... I was thinking, though, since he doesn’t like to come to the office parties, maybe we could go and spend Christmas with him. Watari is going to be coming, too, and so is Tatsumi... you’re the only other person I’m inviting, because I know that Hisoka doesn’t like a lot of people...”

“Sure, I’d love to come,” the dark-haired boy replied. “But if he kicks us out of his house, it’s going to be your fault, got it?”

“Everyone blame Tsuzuki – yeah, I get it,” Tsuzuki nodded, some hair falling into his eyes. “All right! I’ll see you in a couple of days, then! Bye for now, Hijiri!”

“Bye, Tsuzuki-san.”

--

“Jingle-jingle!” the amethyst-eyed Shinigami called from outside Hisoka’s apartment door. It was early Christmas morning, and Watari, Tatsumi and Hijiri were all in tow behind Tsuzuki. “We’re coming for you, Soka-chan!”

“Tsuzuki honestly...” Hisoka started, but fell quiet as he opened the door and saw the four of them standing there. He stepped aside to let them enter, then shut the door behind them. All of them were wearing Santa hats. Even Tatsumi was wearing a Santa hat.

Watari, Tatsumi and Hijiri’s hats were all red and white – the traditional hats. Tsuzuki’s was an exception, though. Tsuzuki’s was blue where normally it would have been red, and had a white fluff on the end and white fluff around the rim. Also, it had some gold string that supported about six gold-coloured miniature bells. He shook his head, causing several quiet jingling noises.

All four of Hisoka’s intruders bared gifts, for each other and for Hisoka.

“Merry Christmas, Hisoka!” the foursome chorused, smiling brightly and holding out their gifts, wondering where they should put them. The group followed Hisoka into the living room, setting their gifts down in a corner.

They all sat with each other in Hisoka’s living room for a while, talking with Hisoka and with each other, joking and generally being cheerful. The emerald-eyed boy had to admit that their happiness was almost infectious and starting to rub off on him. Soon, they found themselves exchanging gifts with one another.

Hijiri had given Watari something like a fishing pole only shorter, and on the end of it there was mistletoe attached for Watari’s Christmas mischief. Tsuzuki gave Watari a pair of socks with little birds on them. It was amusing how excited Watari got. Tatsumi had given Watari a sketchpad and some new pencils, and even Hisoka had something to give to Watari. The blond gave Watari some new beakers – he had been saving up for quite a while to get all his friends good gifts that year.

Next, Tatsumi opened his presents. Mostly, all Tatsumi got was some new pens since his kept running out, though he seemed rather pleased with that. To be individual, Tsuzuki had gone out and gotten Tatsumi a stapler.

Hijiri had gotten some new music books that he could practice from for something new, and, again to be individual, Tsuzuki had given Hijiri socks as well... these socks had little violins on them. It was strange how Tsuzuki seemed to be giving people socks... socks and staplers...

Mostly what Tsuzuki got was candy – from both Watari and Hijiri – but he got some coupons from Tatsumi. Hisoka had given Tsuzuki an organizer so that he could actually maybe keep track of the things he had to do over the things he wanted to do.

Hisoka did. Again socks were given. This time the socks were not just from Tsuzuki, but there were three pairs. One from Hijiri – these ones were green – one pair from Watari – these ones were red – and the final pair from Tsuzuki – these ones were white with little cats on them. Tsuzuki had also given Hisoka a book. From Tatsumi, Hisoka got some new pens and an agenda of sorts.

After all the wrapping paper and ribbons had been cleaned up and put in the garbage can, the group sat with their gifts in neat piles off to the side so that they wouldn’t forget them or lose them. Watari was busy playing with his mistletoe-on-a-fishing-pole, though, making the mistletoe sway and watching it like it was hypnotic.

Things quieted down after that, even though they had been surprisingly quiet and nice before as well.

Suddenly Watari’s eyes brightened. He handed his mistletoe-pole to Hisoka and told him to hold it straight up. Although Hisoka was confused, he agreed to do so without really thinking first. All of a sudden, he understood why Watari had done that.

The blond Shinigami received a kiss on the nose from Tsuzuki, a kiss on his right cheek from Hijiri, a kiss on his left cheek from Watari and even a kiss on the top of his head from Tatsumi – all at the exact same time. It was eerie, almost as if the four had been plotting it the entire time. Somehow, Hisoka found that a very logical answer to it, though heat had risen to his cheeks and he ducked his head to try and hide his blush.

The group of them laughed and all hugged Hisoka at once. They were all being careful, keeping walls up so that Hisoka wouldn’t be overrun by the emotions of the others and get grumpy.

Tsuzuki pulled off his Santa hat, being the only one to have stopped hugging Hisoka at the moment (though Tatsumi only had an arm over Hisoka’s shoulder in a brotherly way), pulled his hat over Hisoka’s head, the hat now hiding his emerald eyes from view. He blinked and reached up to push the hat back so he could see all of his friends clearly.

All of them seemed to be happy, and Tsuzuki was smiling warmly to him.

He had such good friends. Eccentric, but good nonetheless.

--

By dinnertime, everyone except Tsuzuki had left. The amethyst-eyed man was sitting on Hisoka’s couch next to Hisoka, who still had on the blue, bell-clad Santa hat.

“Ne, you’re so cute, Soka-chan,” Tsuzuki smiled at him once again. “And that hat is too big for you – but that just makes it cuter!”

Hisoka felt himself blush again. “Tsuzuki... drop it...” he said. He hadn’t realized that he really enjoyed having the hat on, since it was in Christmas spirit and all, even if he didn’t always seem the type to have worn such a funny hat. He pulled it off, though, as he noticed this.

“Drop what?” violet eyes glanced over in Hisoka’s direction, feigning innocence.

“Drop IT. You know what it is, Tsuzuki.”

“Chide me not, Soka-chan,” he smiled, poking the younger man’s nose gently. “But it’s true. You are so cute! You’re cute all the time but still...”

Hisoka just rolled his eyes, and then used both his hands to reach up and pull Tsuzuki’s Santa hat over Tsuzuki’s eyes so that the older man couldn’t see. “And now you can’t see me, so you can’t say that I’m cute...”

“Sure I can. Whether you like it or not, your image has been burned into my eyes, so I KNOW you’re cute.”

For a few long moments, the smaller boy was quiet. Although the comment had been rather stupid, he couldn’t help but feel that it was quite sweet as well. Tsuzuki had the strangest way of telling people certain things. Telling people they were cute was one of those things.

“Tsuzuki?” he suddenly broke the silence as the other man pulled up the hat so his purple eyes were once again revealed, shining brightly as they normally did when he was content or happy.

“Yes, Soka-chan?”

“Thanks for bringing the others over...” Hisoka said, a little shyly. “That was very nice of you... and... I enjoyed it...”

Tsuzuki smiled warmly, leaning over and hugging the small boy to his chest gently, but at the same time firmly. “It was no problem, Hisoka. I had fun, too, and I’m sure the others did. Merry Christmas.”

“... Merry Christmas...”