I am challenging myself to write a separate pairing a day every day until Christmas. Each one will be a one-shot and will usually be unrelated to the others (although they will occasionally be connected, as in sequels or double sided stories). I have the first five couples planned out (and some are crack) so I am accepting pairings, but get them in quick! The pairings can be anything – yaoi, yuri, het, - but if I don't write yours, please don't be offended! Please review!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon. But it is definitely on my wish list! Haha.
"What is it?" Luke moaned from the top of the staircase.
"You're going to have to wait in order to find out." Akari called out from the kitchen, a smirk dancing across her lips.
"This is so not fair! I shouldn't be put through this kind of torture!' Luke groaned as he dragged his feet down the steps, "I mean, what did I do to deserve this kind of punishment?"
"You did nothing. Nothing at all." Akari responded emotionlessly.
"Then why aren't you telling me?"
"To get you in the Christmas spirit!" She yelled merrily due to a sudden mood swing, turning away from the dishes in order to place a Santa Hat atop his head, "Now, stop complaining and wait like a good boy!"
"But this is not cool! I told you what I got you!"
"You did, but that's just because you can't keep a secret. Don't you worry yourself, you only have to get through tonight without knowing. It will be Christmas Eve tomorrow, and you can open it then!"
"Fine then, but if I can't sleep tonight, it's all your fault…" He pouted, crossing his arms across his chest.
According to his predictions, Luke couldn't sleep that night. The very thought of the box under the tree beckoning to him, its contents a mystery, drove him insane, eventually to the point where he couldn't bear it anymore.
He had to know.
He needed to know.
So, slowly but carefully (very unlike his nature – quick and carelessly), he crawled out from under the covers, as to not awake his wife, and snapped up a flashlight. In order to not run the risk of tripping and falling (which he was almost certain would happen if he walked), the blue-haired man quietly collapsed down onto his hands and knees and crawled out of the room.
"Why, hey there Puppy!" A floppy-eared dog appropriately named Puppy trotted up to her owner, before cocking her head to the side as if saying, 'What are you up to now?'
"I'm going to go see what Akari got me for Christmas. Want to help?" A low yelp was emitted, which the carpenter thought meant yes, so he squirmed up to the top of the stairs with her, the small flashlight guiding the way, "Now, Puppy, we have to be very stealth about this. I bet she's baited it. I bet there's booby traps. I can assure you that there are decoys hanging around – false presents, empty boxes filled with broken dreams. The horrors! So, we must sniff out the real box. Are you up to the challenge?"
The caramel-colored animal nodded its tiny head, and Luke was all ready, "Well, then, let's begin. The first obstacle we must overcome is the staircase. It will be absolutely nothing comp-" However, before the sentence was even finished, Luke had somehow managed to trip while crawling, propelling himself face-first down the flight, nobody but a dog to stop him, who did absolutely nothing but stare at him blankly. The racket most definitely woke up the neighbors, along with a certain brown-haired farmer.
"All this for one gift?"
He grinned sheepishly.
That evening, as the clock stroke midnight and all the young villagers piled into their house, a badly injured Luke looked up expectantly at his wife.
"You can open it now, Luke." Akari replied, handing him a delicately wrapped box, which was no bigger than a bottle of soda. It wasn't exactly a successful trial, for Luke couldn't unwrap a present with only one arm – the other was fractured after the stair incident – so, the brown-eyed girl removed the ribbon and paper, the lid only partially on so he could open it with only one arm.
"Yay!" He shouted, and almost clapped, before remembering his other arm was in a sling, and graciously accepted the small cube, flicking off the top.
"How do you like it?"
Inside lay a small blue shoe, made for a baby. The bandana-wearing man took it out and inspected it, unsure what to think.
"Merry Christmas, soon-to-be-daddy."
What do you think? Please review – and say any pairings that you'd like me to write!
Only twelve days 'til Christmas!