A/N: Uhhh yeah this one came out to be five pages apparently

I suppose we'll just call it making up for lost time. Not like you're complaining that there's extra, right? ...right?

No telling when I'll be back, hopefully fairly soon, but until we meet again, enjoy!

-Mugsy Lennon


40 ~ Jolly

Like every other holiday, Christmas wasn't exactly a joyful time in the Ootori household. In a family where power was more important than love and happiness, there was no place for the close-knit nature of the holiday season.

Needless to say, Kyoya often forgot it was Christmas at all.

Once he met Tamaki, however, Christmas became an entirely different story.

On the morning of Christmas Eve, Kyoya was rudely awoken by the incessant ringing of his cell phone. With a groan, he reached for the phone, blinking sleep from his eyes.

"Good morning, Tamaki," he sighed into the phone.

"Good morning, Mommy dear! You sound tired," came Tamaki's cheerful voice.

"You woke me up, as always," Kyoya explained, trying his best to sound annoyed when in reality he actually was happy to hear Tamaki's voice.

"I'm sorry, mon ami! I didn't mean to wake you." Tamaki fell for it.

"I actually quite like hearing your voice wake me up," Kyoya admitted reassuringly. "I could use the positivity in the morning."

"Aww, Kyoyaaaaa!"

Kyoya smiled. "Joking. I need sleep, give it a rest."

"Harsh. But... you know what today is, don't you?"

Kyoya groaned audibly. "Please tell me I didn't forget again. It's Christmas Eve, isn't it?"

"You don't sound very happy about it."

"Christmas isn't exactly my favorite time of year."

"Well, I'm going to change that this year, alright?"

"You say that every year."

"Well, this year I'll succeed! Listen, I'm going to hang up so you can wake up, and when you're ready I want you to come over, okay?"

"Okay, if you say so. I'll see you in a bit."

"See you then. I love you."

"I love you too, Tamaki." Kyoya hung up, sighed, and dragged himself to the edge of the bed. He rose to his feet slowly and put on his glasses. Snowflakes drifted past his windowpane and landed on the brown, dormant rosebushes below. The floor was cold under Kyoya's feet, shooting icy blasts through his socks and sending him skidding into the bathroom (which wasn't any warmer).

Kyoya eyed himself in the mirror. He was weary-looking and his skin was snow white. Splashing cold water on his face only made things worse. He debated the shower, but thought better of it, knowing he would be frozen before the water even got warm. Instead, Kyoya donned his clothes, brushed his teeth, and left the estate, combing his hair with his fingers as he walked through the halls.

As always, nobody stopped him.

Tamaki was waiting happily for him, not bothered by the falling snow.

"There you are, Kyoya!" he chimed, his breath fogging the air.

The air was still, feeling cold and crisp in Kyoya's lungs. It burned. "It's terribly cold," he muttered. "Do we have to keep standing out here?"

Tamaki threw an arm around his boyfriend's shoulders and led him toward the front door. "Oh, you walked all this way in the cold, didn't you?"

Kyoya nodded. "I managed just fine."

"Why didn't you get a ride?" Tamaki asked as he reached for the doorknob.

"I don't particularly enjoy it," Kyoya explained. "The staff asks too many questions. It's always, 'Master Kyoya, your father doesn't like when you do this, why do you fight him?' or 'Master Kyoya, don't you have work to do?' It frays my nerves, Tamaki."

"I understand. Come on, it's cold, come inside."

A fire roared in the sitting room, where Tamaki promptly sat Kyoya down and did away with his snow-covered coat. Then he sat down beside Kyoya and wrapped an arm around him.

"Better now?" he asked.

Kyoya nodded.

"Did you eat or drink anything yet today?"

Kyoya shook his head.

"I knew you looked off. Well, it fits with my plans, I guess. I want to go out for Christmas Eve breakfast at that little café in town, won't that be nice?"

"I suppose." Kyoya smiled.

"Great! Hey, I have a great idea!"

"And what's that?"

"Call your sister and ask her to come with us!"

"Call Fuyumi?"

"Yes, and in the meantime, I'll get you something to drink, okay?"

"Alright, I suppose calling wouldn't hurt." Kyoya pulled out his phone to call and Tamaki exited the room.

Damn, how Tamaki hoped the day would go as planned.

The first step was to make sure Kyoya was in good spirits. So far, that seemed to be working out.

The next step was simply to keep Kyoya from catching on.

Tamaki brought a glass of water out to his boyfriend, who was hanging up.

"Fuyumi says she'd love to," Kyoya informed him. "She'll meet us there in fifteen minutes." He took a sip of the water Tamaki had given him.

"Wonderful," beamed Tamaki, holding out his hand to help Kyoya up. "We'd better get going, then."

Kyoya stood and was presented with his coat, which he promptly put on, along with his shoes when the two boys entered the foyer.

"I don't think Fuyumi and I have done anything special on Christmas Eve since I was a little boy," Kyoya admitted. "She used to take me out to see Christmas lights, but that was elementary school."

Tamaki led Kyoya out the front door. "What have you done since then?"

"Mostly sit and feel sorry for myself as she pushed for me to lighten up."

Tamaki gaped at the other boy. "Why didn't you ever call me? I've known you for several years."

Kyoya simply shrugged.

"Well, we'll start a new tradition, then." Tamaki placed a hand on Kyoya's shoulder and kissed him quickly. "Starting now."

Kyoya smiled. "Alright. Starting now."

Kyoya was hit with a burst of warm air upon entering the café. The air was fragranced by roasting coffee beans and just a hint of the smell of roses - though he was sure it was coming from beside him.

Fuyumi waved them over from a booth in front of the windows at the side of the room. The two boys sat down across from her, and she smiled gleefully at her brother and his boyfriend.

"Kyoya, you look happy," she noted.

"I suppose I should take that as a casual observation?" Kyoya asked with a smirk.

Fuyumi laughed. "I'm just glad you look well."

"I owe that to Tamaki," remarked Kyoya, looking to the blond for confirmation.

"Guilty as charged, I guess," Tamaki giggled.

"Pompous moron..."

"Hey!"

Fuyumi laughed. "You two are adorable."

Kyoya broke eye contact and began to shift uncomfortably in his seat. "Fuyumi..." he sighed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. So, the Christmas Eve plan is working out!"

"Fuyumi!" Tamaki gasped.

Fuyumi's eyes widened and her hand flew over her mouth. "Oh, man, I'm so sorry," she gasped. "I wasn't supposed to say anything."

"You two planned this whole thing?" Kyoya asked in disbelief.

The partners in crime nodded.

"We just wanted you to have a good Christmas for once, Kyoya," Fuyumi tried to reason.

"Yeah, Kyoya, I was trying to be nice!" Tamaki whined.

"It's fine, it's fine, I'm enjoying it," assured Kyoya.

"Yaaay!"

The three talked and shared stories (mostly Fuyumi trying to embarrass Kyoya) over breakfast, and for once, Christmas Eve was turning out to be rather pleasant.

"...You two are the most precious-" Fuyumi giggled on.

"Fuyumi, you're going to make me spill my drink if you continue with this 'cute' nonsense!" Kyoya sighed.

"I'm sorry, I just love seeing you this happy!"

Kyoya rolled his eyes and took a sip of water.

"Kyoya, I've known you were in love with this kid for years, and you expect me to-"

Kyoya nearly spit his drink. "It was not for years, I used to hate him!" he blurted, white-knuckled and unable to maintain eye contact for very long.

Tamaki began to giggle before flopping onto Kyoya's shoulder and flat-out laughing with his face in his hands.

"Does my embarrassment amuse you?"

Tamaki nodded. "I think it's cute," he said.

"I am most certainly not 'cute,' thank you very much."

"When you say that, it only makes you cuter."

Now it was Fuyumi's turn to laugh. Then she stood from the table and said, "I hate to leave, but I have some last-minute Christmas shopping to take care of." She ruffled her brother's hair, much to his dismay. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," replied Kyoya. "...Hey, Fuyumi?"

"Yeah?"

"...I've missed Christmas Eve."

It was late afternoon, and the two boys were back at Tamaki's house with tea and Christmas movies that Kyoya did not find particularly enthralling. His eyelids drooped as lack of sleep caught up to him. He leaned on Tamaki's shoulder, drifting off and jerking awake repeatedly until he finally fell asleep against Tamaki's side.

"...Mommy dear, open your eyes, it's time to go," Tamaki's voice beckoned.

Kyoya opened your eyes to see Tamaki leaning against the doorframe, watching him with a smile. The TV was off, and embers glowed faintly in the fireplace. Kyoya noticed he was covered with a blanket that hadn't been there before, and Tamaki, he was sure, hadn't been across the room.

"How did I get-"

Tamaki chuckled. "You get heavy, Kyoya."

Kyoya sat up slowly, slightly confused, and Tamaki came over to sit beside him. "How long was I asleep?"

"About an hour and a half. You sleep a lot, don't you, mon ami?"

"Only at the most inappropriate times," Kyoya sighed.

"You're about to apologize for falling asleep on me again." It was a statement.

"Is that bad?"

"No need to apologize for something you can't control. Now, come get your coat so we can go." Tamaki rose and plodded into the foyer, followed by a reluctant Kyoya. He handed Kyoya his coat before donning his own.

"Where might we be going?" the Shadow King questioned.

"Let's just call it an early Christmas present from me to you, alright?" Tamaki threw an arm around Kyoya's shoulders and walked outside.

The snow had stopped falling, but the air was still bitingly cold as the last sliver of sunlight was dipping below the horizon. For this reason, Kyoya chose not to pull away - Tamaki provided too much warmth for that.

"So, Kyoya," the blond began, "you've enjoyed today so far, right?"

"Yes, why?"

"Well, let's just say I'm about to make it a thousand times better."

They stopped walking.

"Tamaki?"

"Yeah, Kyoya?"

"Why have we stopped in the middle of a dark street?"

"Are you ready for your present?"

"Well, now I'm not so sure!"

"Trust me, alright?"

"Alright."

"Do you trust me?"

"Tamaki, it's awfully dark..."

"Do you trust me?"

"...Yes, I trust you."

"That's my Kyoya." Tamaki clamped his hands over Kyoya's eyes, underneath his glasses so as not to smear them.

"Tamaki, as if it wasn't dark enough!" Kyoya cried, reaching up in an attempt to pry his boyfriend's hands away from his eyes. "What are you-"

"Shh, shh, quiet," Tamaki whispered. "It's okay, I promise."

"Tamaki!" Kyoya's voice became desperate. He was obviously a bit disturbed - perhaps frightened, even - and fidgeted in Tamaki's grasp.

"Trust me!" Tamaki soothed. "Now, on the count of three. One... two... three," Tamaki removed his hands and Kyoya immediately fell silent.

He fixed his glasses and blinked rapidly. To his astonishment, the street was twinkling with strand upon strand of Christmas lights, hung upon windows and rooftops and strung from building to building. They looked like a million tiny stars adorning this quiet Tokyo street.

"You did say Christmas lights, didn't you?"

Kyoya turned to face Tamaki. "But that was this morning; how did you-" he stopped himself. "Last-minute Christmas shopping."

Tamaki giggled. "Yeah, this was all planned too. Do... do you like it?"

Kyoya threw his arms around Tamaki and clung to the back of his coat. Tamaki was pleasantly surprised; Kyoya wasn't one for hugs. He wouldn't necessarily pull away from them, but he certainly wasn't one to initiate them either.

"Merry Christmas...?"

Kyoya nodded.

It was a merry Christmas indeed.