|A Very Mary Christmas
Author: Karin Ochibi-chan PM
It's December at Ame no Kisaki and Kanako is very excited to have a bishoujo filled Christmas. Only there's a problem: Ame no Kisaki doesn't celebrate Christmas! Watch Kanako attempt to spread Christmas cheer...and fail badly...Mariya isn't helping eitherRated: Fiction T - English - Humor - Kanako M. & Mariya S. - Chapters: 6 - Words: 21,061 - Reviews: 15 - Favs: 19 - Follows: 16 - Updated: 12-22-09 - Published: 12-17-09 - id: 5588213
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Karin: Here's the sixth chapter. Hope you have a fun read!
Disclaimer: I don't own Maria Holic
A Very Mary Christmas
Let it Blizzard!
December 22: Tuesday
Banned. She was hereby banned from any type of kitchen for a month. Kanako was almost at the point of tearing her hair out. Why did it feel like all the forces in the Universe were plotting against her?
Well, the force of Mariya it seemed like at the second.
First he criticizes her brilliant plan…Then his mutant gator attacks her… Let's not forget it was he who caused her to fall off the ladder and ending up spraining her arm… and finally he made her cookies explode thereby making a fire and having the teachers find out it was her cookies in the first place causing her to be banned.
Yes, it does seem like he placed a curse on her, doesn't it?
'He did! From the time I found out about his true gender he cursed my life to the deepest pits of the Underworld!' Kanako shouted in her mind.
Presently, our raven haired heroine was lying on her bed in her dorm room. Because of her irresponsibility and carelessness, not only was she banned from the kitchens, she also gained a one-day suspension from classes. Perhaps they figured out that the decorations incident was her after all…
"Wwwwaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!!" she sobbed, kicking her legs up and down rapidly. Additionally, she banged her right fist on her pillow while thrashing around. "I hate this! Why is it that I'm being punished for doing good?! It's not fair! I deserve a break here!" she continued to wallow in her misery.
As she was crying her eyes out at the unfairness of it all, the small radio she had obtained from Sachi—who felt she might like something during her solitary confinement—sounded at a decent volume.
Nevertheless, it wasn't like Kanako was paying attention to it anyway…
"What am I going to do now?!" she exclaimed frustrated, finally ceasing her trashing to look up at the ceiling. "I can't decorate! I can't cook! Christmas is only three days away! What else is there?!"
She pondered about this. She pondered… she still pondered… she was still pondering… a little more… hmmm….
She had nothing.
"Ugh…" she let out tiredly. Her face took on a defeated look.
"Okay folks, that was the Christmas song 'Jingle Bells.' That's always a good Christmas song…" Yes, Kanako did turn it to the Christmas station while she was lying there hours earlier. "Now this next song we all know and maybe would like to happen at Christmas time. 'I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas.' on 10.11." the announcer ended and the melody began to play right away.
The music flowed through Kanako's ears and she closed her eyes. A nostalgic smile came upon her features while she lied on her bed. A memory resurfaced through her mind, bringing her back to her childhood…
"Kanako-chan?" her mother called. The little girl craned her neck to glance at her mother from her position at the window. "Come over here where it's warm." her mother proposed gently.
Kanako only shook her head and looked back out the window. Seeing this, her mother got up from her spot by the fireplace and went over to her. The woman gazed down at her child, wondering what in the world she was doing. Her curiosity built up until she voiced her inquiry.
"I'm waiting for it to snow." Kanako replied, never taking her eyes off the window. "It should snow on Christmas, but it never does. I really wish it would snow." Kanako explained wistfully.
"You and your sisters wished for a lot of things for Christmas." her mother's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Surely you can't have it all."
"Then I'll give everything back if it would just snow on Christmas! I wouldn't care even if I got coal so long as it snowed!" Kanako told her mother passionately. Hearing her daughter's words, the woman couldn't help but smile. She got down on her knees so she was at her daughter's level of height.
"I'm blessed to have a child who knows that she can't have everything and is willing to sacrifice." Kanako's mother said quietly. "My child isn't spoiled—and for that I'm grateful for."
"That would be nice—to have it snow on Christmas." Kanako smiled. "Though it hasn't happened yet, maybe I'll get lucky this year." Kanako said contemplatively. She then sighed in a happy, dazed kind of way, "And have bishoujous do a snowball fight and giggling as they peg each other calling 'I got you!'" she sighed again.
"Now back to the music," the radio announced alerting Kanako she must've dosed off when the commercials were playing, "Another classic for the snow theme—'Let it snow. Let it snow.' Not only is it catchy, it gives some people a great image of snowy days during Christmas time." Again, the melody commenced as soon as the talker was finished. Kanako listened intently before a light bulb went off in her head.
"That's it!" she yelled excitedly. She sprang up from her bed wearing a slightly thick, wool, burgundy sweater. She was wearing dark blue jeans and slipped on her light brown/tan uggs that reached the middle of her shin over her jeans. Grabbing her brown overcoat, she hurried to the door, and opened it.
"I hope you're not planning to leave, are you Miyamae-san?" the Dorm Mistress asked as she mopped outside of Kanako's dorm room. Kanako's zeal drained out of her faster than Speedy Gonzales chasing cheese. Fear came into her being when she saw the Dorm Lady have a strange gleam in her eye.
"N-no! Not at all! Erm, I'll close the door now!" she slammed the door with anime tears streaming down her cheeks.
Oh right; she wasn't allowed to leave until classes were over… darnit.
Kanako never thought she'd say this, but when Mariya and Matsurika appeared at the doorway she'd never been happier. She gave out a shout of joy and leap from her bed.
"Oh good! You're finally back!" she smiled in relief. Mariya smirked and flipped some blonde hair over his shoulder.
"Hmph. Did you miss us that much, Yuri-girl?" he teased. "You've must've been very lonely." he said in mock-pity.
"Of course not!" Kanako shouted indignant that he would even suggest such a thing. "It's just that you being back means I can leave the dorm! I'm free to do what I want now!"
"Almost free." Mariya corrected, sitting down on his bed with his legs crossed. "Your wandering areas have been regulated and teachers are supposed to keep a better eye on you, remember?"
"That's only because of you!" Kanako shrieked at him.
"I'm not the one who made cookies that blew up an oven." Mariya replied simply, yet she detected a trace of arrogance. "You're hopeless."
At his statement, she blew a breath of air that swayed some of her raven tresses.
"I'm not the one who put them in the oven. I don't know how you made it explode, but I know it was you." Kanako muttered.
"Being paranoid isn't healthy, nor is false accusing based on an assumption." Matsurika told her.
"It's not a false accusation! It's obvious it was him!" Kanako retorted, pointing at Mariya. She then noticed that Matsurika was stirring something in two mugs. "By the way, what are you making, Matsurika-san?" she questioned, curiosity shining in her sapphire eyes.
Gold eyes regarded the tall girl as she handed a dark blue mug to Mariya and kept a red one for herself.
"Hot chocolate. It's very festive this time of year." Matsurika said blankly.
"Tis the season, after all." Mariya smirked as he brought the mug to his lips.
"Why do I get the feeling you both are mocking me?" Kanako asked with her head bowed. "And of course there's no hot chocolate for me."
"Maybe if you're good, you'll get some." Mariya said with that smug grin on his face.
"Never mind." Kanako sighed out. "Anyway, I'm going out now." she then headed for the door with her brown overcoat.
"Another attempt and fail, I'm assuming." Matsurika stated referring to Kanako's plan to bring Christmas to Ame no Kisaki.
"I'm not going to fail this time!"
'Dear Mother in Heaven, Kanako has come up with a wonderful plan that will not cause her bodily harm thanks to your memory!' Kanako reported in her mind as she stood out in one of the smaller courtyards of Ame no Kisaki.
'Everyone loves the idea of a white Christmas, so Kanako is on a quest to bring it!' Kanako resumed while getting into a stance, 'By doing the sacred snow dance!'
Father Kanae walked through one of the windowless hallways of Ame no Kisaki—his mind on important things. 'I wonder if I can speak to Shidou-kun today… or maybe try to make conversation with Shinouji-kun… there's also the beautiful angel Shiki-kun…'
Well, I didn't say it was important to us…
All of a sudden, a noise caught his attention. His ice blue eyes trained themselves onto the small courtyard outside the hallway. He was shocked to find Miyamae-kun doing what looked like some silly and weird dance. Maybe a ritual…?
To be honest, Miyamae-kun concerned him. When he had first met her, she screamed gibberish in his presence and sweated like a hog out in the sun. When he'd try to get close to her, she'd scream and look at him as if he was the plague coming to take her. Not only that, it seemed whenever he was near, he affected her performance in his class negatively.
'It must be because I remind her of her dead brother.' the young man concluded. He remembered when Shidou-kun had confided in him that Miyamae-kun was nervous around him because he reminded her of her deceased older brother who died from Tchaikovsky disease in B minor. Since then, he had tried to comfort and help the poor grief-stricken girl, but the poor girl kept screaming and running away before he could attempt to offer his assistance.
Perhaps this was a dance she used to do with her brother! Maybe they did this together all the time and she needed to dance again because it reminded her of the good times before her brother died! Maybe this weird ritual dance was some kind of spiritual connection to her brother's spirit!
Father Kanae felt as if he had a breakthrough. His eyes narrowed in determination as an idea came to his mind. He would make up his own dance so they could share memories and she wouldn't be saddened by the memories her and her brother had! They would make new ones together with a strange dance!
'Dear Mama in Heaven, I have finally come up with a grand solution to help Miyamae-kun!'
'Oh great snow beings! Give me a huge blizzard please! A very huge one that would have everyone making igloos and have snowball fights and make snow angels! Please give me a grand White Christmas so I can make fabulous and wonderful memories with beautiful girls!' Kanako begged in her mind as she did the silly dance repeatedly for the last hour. A voice in the back of her mind wondered how long she would have to do this, but another—louder and determined to have memories with beautiful girls—shouted over it, 'As long as it takes!'
"No! That's not right! It still sort of looks like Miyamae-kun's dance!" Father Kanae scolded himself. He had went into the small woods to come up with a dance in private less the surprise get to Miyamae-kun before it was done. However, his dance routine was not coming out properly like he wanted it to.
'Dear Mama in Heaven, I have been out here for hours now.' the priest thought to himself as he tried to come up with some dance moves—that looked utterly outlandish to any bystander mind you—so far, he wasn't having much luck.
The sun was basically set now and the sky was a dark blue. He was determined not to leave this spot until he came up with a proper dance for Miyamae-kun.
'I must keep doing this for Miyamae-kun's sake!' he thought determined with fire in his eyes. This fire caused him to do his next dance moves more vigorously than earlier. He moved a couple of steps in direction of some bushes and accidentally toppled over into them.
"Eh? Grass doesn't make a clang sound." Father Kanae wondered confused. His head turned down to inspect what he had landed on to find some kind of sewer lid. "What's a sewer lid doing here?"
His mind burst forth many outrageous theories that were completely ludicrous to the average human. Numbers that had nothing to do with his thoughts and question marks floated around his mind before he resolved to pick up the lid. Lifting it up, he stared down the dark abyss that appeared to have no bottom.
A growl then vibrated below…
It has been hours and Kanako was exhausted. She's been doing the sacred snow dance non-stop with no food or bathroom breaks. A couple of times she had considered going inside, but her pride and determination wouldn't allow her.
'Not until the snow beings give me an answer!' Kanako said in her mind with her right fist clenched at her side. 'By now they're probably considering giving me a white Christmas due to my preservation—I'm positive of it!'
And so she began to do the sacred snow dance again before a loud scream went through her ears. Raising an eyebrow in puzzlement, she twisted around to see Father Kanae running straight towards her!
"Ebbrgufl!" she yelled in gibberish. Not Father Kanae! Kanako didn't have any personal problems with the guy—it was just that he was a guy! Guys give her hives! And it didn't help that he seemed to be a touchy feely person. Once again, she cursed Mariya for ever telling that stupid lie of her having a brother. She only has two sisters and is quite happy with that, thank you!
"Miyamae-kun! Run away!" he shouted. She titled her head to the side.
"Huh?" she questioned.
"Run away!" he shouted again while he ran like the hellhounds were chasing him. A roar resonated behind him and Kanako was able to see the giant alligator that had tried to eat her a couple of days prior. Her eyes widened.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Run away!" she screamed and made a break for it.
'Dear Mother in Heaven, Kanako has managed to escape the demon alligator again with her limbs still intact.' she let out a tired sigh meanwhile walking in the hallway to her dorm room. The lights were out and the Dorm Mistress must've gone to bed and didn't realize Kanako was not in her room—otherwise she would be up and waiting for Kanako to come back… and reprimand her for not being there in the first place. Kanako shuddered at the thought.
At last at her door, a small smile of fatigue came to her. Thoughts of burying herself in her cozy blankets and snoozing the night away filled her mind peacefully.
Twisting the doorknob, she pushed to open it. However, the door did not budge making Kanako's eyes to snap open in awareness. She tested the doorknob again in case she was dreaming the first time, but the door would not move.
Panicked thoughts came into her mind if the Dorm Lady caught her outside her dorm. Oh jeez! She frantically tried to get the door open, but there was no success.
"Mariya-san? Matsurika-san?" she whispered loudly, wary that God might pop out of nowhere and smite her with her wrath. "The door's locked—open up!"
There were no sounds on the other side of the door. The situation only served to cause her stomach to plummet even further.
"This isn't funny!" she whispered frantically. She tapped the door fervently, yet quietly. "Come on! Open up!"
It was then that something tapped her feet and she looked down to see a white envelope. Picking it up, she released the note from its prison. Squinting her eyes in the dark, she hastily read the message.
Closed for the night.
'What do they mean closed for the night?!' Kanako shouted in her head. She turned back to the door and began tapping again. Comical anime tears streaming down her face in hopelessness.
'Dear Mother in Heaven, as Kanako pleads for a lost cause, she asks herself 'Why me?'."
Karin: Done chapter six! For a moment, I thought I wouldn't be able to get this up today, but I'm very happy I was able to finish. Hope you enjoyed reading it and have a good evening! Please review if you can. Thank you very much!
See ya Next time!