Secret Santa 2010

[solipsismmortal]

HELLO MY DARLING SANTA

Thank you for doing a thing. ♥ I love things. If you have questions or comments, please let me know here. \o\

~Love~
Raphael/Naoto Shirogane/Robin Sena/Saïx/Claire Stanfield

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III.

[anonymous]

It's dark and cramped and uncomfortable, and Isa really, truly, honestly doesn't know how or why he allows Lea to talk him into these things.

"This is foolish," he says, for about the fifth time in the past hour, and Lea shushes him quite thoroughly.

"It is not!" he protests, moving a little to get comfortable and driving his elbow into Isa's side in the process. "I know for sure, alright? I heard, on this one world, there's a whole town just dedicated to Christmas! And Santa really lives there! So he's got to be real." His voice is hardly going above a loud whisper, but he sounds so genuinely, thoroughly excited that Isa groans a little, inwardly, and resigns himself to at least another hour of putting up with this for Lea's sake.

"You are an idiot," he says, though, allowing himself the admonishment. "Even if that is true-and where did you hear such a thing, in any case?-even if that were true, why would he leave his world and come to ours?"

"Because it's Christmas! Because it's Santa!" Lea hisses back. "There's no way Santa could exist and not come to kids who believed in him!"

". . . Lea, you are thirteen. You are hardly even a kid anymore, let alone one that should be hiding in a closet on Christmas Eve, waiting for Santa to come. You are actually deranged." He feels the slight rush of air, and manages to catch Lea's wrist in mid-attack, before the other boy could begin-tickling him, or messing up his hair, or whatever else might serve as Rejuvenating Isa's Childhood Spirit, etc etc, in this instance. The idiot.

"You don't understand-!" Lea protests, then cuts off abruptly. Thump. Thump.

". . . did you tie your cat's legs together again, Lea?"

"No! Shhhhh!" Lea shoves his other hand over Isa's mouth, roughly. "It's him! Be quiet!" And because he has Lea's hand over his mouth, and his free arm is currently the only thing keeping him from pitching into a pile of boxes, Isa stays quiet, and listens. There is the sound of footsteps-human footsteps, heavy ones, and Isa tenses slightly. Are they being robbed? But then there's the quiet sound of jingling-a rustling movement of cloth against cloth . . .

Lea has shifted forward and is slowly inching the door open. And despite himself, Isa is peering out too, the two of them crouched silently together, peeking into the living room where the Christmas tree glittered near the fireplace, and a large man dressed in red is crouched near the ground.

Then, he speaks. "Aren't you getting a little old for this, Lea?" His voice is-Isa hates himself for the thought-warm and jolly, and just like he'd imagined it might be, even though he certainly had never imagined it being anything.

And Lea answers him: "You say that every year, sir, and I'll say the same thing every year!"

Isa stares at him incredulously, the tiny bit of light catching Lea's bright green eyes, sparkling with mischief. "Every year?!?"

Santa Claus (!??!) chuckles. "And you, Isa . . . I hadn't planned to bring you anything at all, since you're not a believer. But I did bring a backup . . . just in case. You've been keeping rather persuasive company as of late, I'm led to believe." And with that, he rises, moving back towards the fireplace. "See that you don't open anything until morning, boys. You should get back to bed-it'll be a long day tomorrow. Lots of snow."

". . . it hasn't snowed here in years," Isa manages to blurt.

The man winks. Then as soon as he had arrived-he was gone.

Lea shoves open the closet door, tumbling out. "Presents!" he crows, making it all of two feet before Isa drags him down.

"Santa said tomorrow." He looms. "You-. . . you!!"

Then they're laughing, helplessly, holding their stomachs and slumping over on the carpet, listening to the distant sounds of sleighbells in the air as fat snowflakes begin to spiral down outside the window, coating their world with glittering white.

[the_flames_ex]

i am crying oh my godddddddddddddddddddddd

[the_flames_ex]

DID YOU TIE YOUR CAT'S LEGS TOGETHER AGAIN