It was Yuuri and Wolfram's first Christmas as a married couple and Yuuri decided he wanted Wolfram to experience a Japanese Christmas for a change. He knew it would be far simpler than anything he would be able to afford in the other world as the Maou of New Makoku, but until this Christmas Eve, Yuuri never really felt like they were on their honeymoon, what with the responsibilities of the kingdom weighing down on them from sun-up through sundown without fail.

Yuuri heard a soft groan that told him that Wolfram was starting to awake. They were in what used to be Yuuri's bedroom in the Shibuya household, but Yuuri had sent his parents away on a cruise with all the Earth money he's saved since God-knows-when. Yuuri grinned, then put his arms around his consort to make sure that Wolfram wakes up to the comfort and warmth of his embrace.

Wolfram smiled. "Hey…"

Yuuri smiled back. "Hey yourself… you were sleeping like a baby. My baby," Yuuri said.

A soft "mmm…" was all Wolfram answered him with, having nuzzled into Yuuri's neck, trying to sleep again.

Yuuri put his hand on Wolfram's hip and slid it down sensuously over one buttock, knowing that Wolfram's sense of modesty will jolt him awake. Surely enough, Wolfram bolted up and was soon sitting on said butt, his hands folded primly between his legs in a pose so demure Yuuri's smile could have reached to his ears. The fact that Wolfram was wearing his sexy albeit oversized nightgown did nothing to detract from his charm.

Wolfram pouted and spat, "What'd you do that for?!"

Yuuri shrugged, turned his back on Wolfram and said, "It's Christmas morning. 'Thought you might want to have breakfast with me and open up our wedding gifts, that's all,"

Wolfram's eyes sparkled, not at the idea of wedding gifts but at the remembrance that they'd been married for three days now. After realizing that, Wolfram threw all of the covers aside and ran towards his husband but failed to catch up. When he found Yuuri, Wolfram was surprised to see the king holding a strange, gourd-shaped instrument with six strings stretched over what looked like a sounding hole. Was this a sort of human weapon? Wolfram thought. His brows furrowed and he braced himself for an attack, even though Yuuri was still clad in his usual blue pajamas. Surely enough it was an odd time for the king to want to spar, but if that was what he wanted...

Yuuri played his guitar and Wolfram heard the most wonderful, magical sound. It was like Yuuri was a one-man band. For someone who is hearing the guitar for the first time, it was surely a fitting thought.

Yuuri smiled, understanding at once the look on Wolfram's face as he looked down at him from the top of the stairs. "It's a guitar," Yuuri explained. "Can you just stand there while I give you my gift?"

Wolfram smiled. He'd heard of minstrels and troubadours and rock stars from Conrart, but the thought that Yuuri would play for him melted Wolfram's legs that soon he was sitting on the top step, propping his head on his hands and gazing dreamily at his husband.

Yuuri fumbled just a little bit more with the guitar, adjusting it so it sounded just right. He hadn't been learning the guitar long – just a few weeks with Conrart back in the other world. A few chords, a few strum patterns, a few plucking techniques… yet he was able to compose a song for Wolfram because he wanted to give Wolfram something money would not be able to buy in both the two worlds. To see that Wolfram was looking forward to it like a child on Christmas morning was another thing though. It made him nervous.

Soon seconds turned to minutes and Wolfram's wonder became impatience as can be expected of both children and giddy newlywed brides. "Well? Get a move on, wimp! It's almost midmorning!"

Yuuri bit his lip and decided he'd just have to get on with it. If he could cross his fingers though, he would, but they were already playing the guitar.

My idea of a perfect Christmas

Is to spend it with you

In a party

Or dinner for two

Anywhere would do.

Whether they were in New Makoku where they were aristocrats or in Tokyo where they were ordinary people, it didn't matter to Yuuri. All he needed now was Wolfram. He could do without anything or anyone else.

Celebrating the yuletide season

Always lights up our lives

Simple pleasures are made special too

When their shared with you.

Wolfram smiled at that. Until last year, he held absolutely no regard for winter. But since the day Yuuri kissed him at the Yule Ball, the blonde knight knew that the Season would always have a special place in his heart.

Looking through some old photographs

Faces of friends we'll always remember

Watching busy shoppers rushing about

In the cool breeze of December

Sparkling lights, all over town

Children's carols in the air

By the Christmas tree

A shower of stardust on your hair.

They had taken some pictures last year – some of the first of the now thousands in the Royal Family album. Murata had taken his digital camera with him and since then, every occasion had been marked with these paper milestones. Yuuri and Wolfram's favorite ones though were of their wedding.

When they got to Japan for this Christmas, Yuuri's first thing on their agenda was to show Wolfram the wonderful light displays in Shibuya, Akihabara and illustrious Ginza. He didn't have a lot of money for their date, but Wolfram was so enchanted by everything that he didn't even notice they only had tea and scones for sustenance that whole day. And when they got back home, Wolfram noticed even less, distraction provided by no less than the 27th Maou.

I cant think of a better Christmas

Than my wish coming true

And my wish is you'd let me spend my whole life with you.

Wolfram's lips widened into a smile again. That was one wish he'd happily make come true for his husband, whether Yuuri liked it or not. Well of course it's better now that Yuuri actually wanted, no, NEEDED it.

Looking through some old photographs

Faces of friends we'll always remember

Watching busy shoppers rushing about

In the cool breeze of December

Sparkling lights, all over town

Children's carols in the air

By the Christmas tree

A shower of stardust on your hair.

Under the thousands of Christmas lights that adorned the streets of Tokyo, Yuuri could have sworn he'd never seen Wolfram look more beautiful or happy. He told Wolfram of this and Wolfram told him that, just like Yuuri thought of the matter, Wolfram was glad to get away and have some time together by themselves.

I cant think of a better Christmas

Than my wish coming true

And my wish is you'd let me spend my whole life with you

My idea of a perfect Christmas is to spend it with you…

Toward the end of it, Wolfram was already close to tears. Yuuri's singing was bad, and the guitar playing was awful at best, but the song was for him alone and Wolfram appreciated it a great deal.

Yuuri understood the burst of emotion and was about to rush to Wolfram's side when he got caught between the railing because his guitar laid horizontally was too wide for the passage. So Yuuri released one of the clips and the instrument fell with a sharp crash on the floor and almost broke, causing Yuuri to panic uncontrollably because the guitar was Conrart's.

Wolfram watched the scene and soon, tears from laughter were what flowed down his cheeks.

Yuuri looked up, relieved that Wolfram was laughing. But when Wolfram started to say, "Wimp! Wimp! Wahahahaha!", Yuuri thought it was the last straw and he bounded up the stairs, scooped Wolfram into his arms and shut them both up in his room and proceeded to show Wolfram just how much of a wimp he was not.


Disclaimer: I dont own KKM nor "A Perfect Christmas" by Jose Mari Chan. Here's wishing you a Merry 2006 Christmas!!