The order was silent as the inhabitants got ready for bed after the excitement of the holidays.
All except one little short-black-haired boy sitting by the fire place.
He stared at the dying embers with an empty stocking in his hand, on the stocking was the name "Alma".
"I know it's my fault, but why didn't you get something too? Even if you can't get it, it still would have been nice to know that you haven't been forgotten..." The boy got up as he dusted himself off. He couldn't do it after all.
As the boy walked away from the darkened fire place, he paused when he heard a sound that resembled talking. Turning around slowly, while drawing his innocence, the boy waited as a soot cloud emerged from the fire place.
With silence once again claiming the small room, the boy decided to call the stranger out, "Who's there, and what is your business?"
"...Dang it... Now I'm sure to get in trouble..." The voice murmured from within the fire place, once again.
"If you're an enemy I will not hesitate to kill you." The boy spoke coldly as he waited for the intruder to show themselves.
"Not only did I get lost, but I also came in late," A form materialized through the thick cloud of soot, "and now I've been seen."
The boy was shocked still as his mind processed what was in front of him: an Angel.
The man, that was so beautiful he could have been mistaken for a woman, was dressed in all white, though it was stained with soot, and had beautiful wings. Though the color of the wings themselves was weird as it was pitch black, the boy dismissed it as being caused from the soot as well.
The man, though he looked young himself, turned to the boy standing there, and also froze, "You're a child? From how you talked I had thought you were another one of those mean adults..." The man walked over to the boy, before pulling on his hair.
"Don't do that." The boy complained, though he blushed lightly as the Angel smiled kindly at him.
"You would look really cute if you grew you hair out..." The Angel spoke softly so as not to be overheard by anyone that happened to still be up, "Not to say that you're not already cute."
The boy blushed a deeper shade as he mumbled under his breath about the stupid Angel saying stupid things. But the Angel simply laughed as he called the boy cute over and over again.
"Oh!" The Angel exclaimed as he saw light coming in through the Order's windows.
The Angel and the boy had been talking the whole night about trivial things, but for some reason, it felt as if they had known each other long before their chance encounter last night, "I have to go now. I'm already in trouble for being seen, and then forgetting to do the rest of the house, but it was fun while it lasted." The Angel smiled as the boy tried to act as if the Angel leaving wasn't a big deal.
"Haha, you really are the cutest thing I've ever seen." The Angel patted the boy's head as he got up to leave.
"Shut up." The boy retorted as he had gotten tired of blushing over the simplest of things that the Angel said.
"What's your name, anyway?" The Angel asked, as he gathered the small amount of items he had had on him when he was discovered by the boy.
"Kanda Yu, but only call me Kanda." The boy, Kanda, mumbled under his breath.
"If you don't want people to call you by your first name, why give them the option by giving them your first name?" The Angel questioned the young boy's logic, making him blush in embarrassment again.
"Shut it, Moyashi!" The boy yelled, forgetting to keep his voice down.
"It seems that I've acquired myself a nickname as cute as the person who gave it to me." The Angel smiled as he crawled into the fire place.
"Wait, what's your name?" Kanda called to the Angel as he tried to delay his new friend's departure.
"I like Moyashi, so you can call me that." The Angel said sing-song as he dodged the real answer.
"That's not what I meant stupid." Kanda complained.
The Angel walked up to Kanda and kissed him lightly on the lips before placing something in his hand, "Don't be sad Kanda, you're not alone, so never think you are... Merry Christmas to you, and to Alma."
Kanda froze at the name, but before he could question his new friend in how he knew the name, he was gone.
Kanda touched his lips, before looking down at his hands to see what the Angel had placed their. It was an hourglass with a pink lotus inside.
A warm, bitter, feeling bubbled inside Kanda's stomach as he stared at the beautifully delicate object in his hands. And he cried.
Kanda Yu cried for a stranger he had just met, and only known for one night, but felt as if he always knew him.
Merry Christmas Eve everyone! And if you don't celebrate it... Merry Living Another Year! :D
This is going to be a two-shot as explained in the summary, please comment below on whether you liked my attempt at a Christmas Special or not, and what I can do better next year! :)