// When I thought that I fought this war alone

[ysobritish]

Who:  Liquid Snake and Kadaj
When: Backdated to Christmas Day
Where: Kadaj's room.
What: An odd sort of Christmas, for the two most volatile.
Warnings: None. But knowing these two, just wait.

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[argentcruelty]

If there was one good thing about this "holiday", it was the fact that there was no more school. Kadaj didn't care about the hows or the whys, about the corny songs or the gaudy decorations or any of it. But it wouldn't stop him from enjoying the time off, no matter how he decided to spend it. And right now? He was spending it on not having to get up early to get to class. Which meant sleeping in.

Thus he was sprawled out across his bed (still fully clothed), drooling a little and quite likely dreaming about something completely inconsequential when something tickled his ear. And, lifting a hand reflexively to brush the annoyance away, he was suddenly rudely disturbed from his slumber by a now very familiar and rather excessively loud yelling.

Naturally, as he jolted awake, that reflexive brushing-away turned into an equally reflexive punch. A rather excessively hard one, directly to Liquid's nose. Merry Christmas to you too, asshole.

[ysobritish]

Liquid fell back, clutching his nose and hissing quietly in pain. It took him a moment before he began to chuckle lightly.

"My, you do hit hard," he mused. One hand massaged his aching nose as he straightened up. Warily, he watched Kadaj. There was a slight smile on his lips. "You know, most soldiers are used to being up hours earlier than this. I've been up since before the sun was."

A quiet (for once) reprimand.

[argentcruelty]

Kadaj just glared at Liquid, looking somewhat dazed and not quite fully awake yet. He had been quite enjoying that completely inconsequential dream, thank you very much.

"I'll hit harder next time," he muttered irritably, contemplating simply rolling over and going right back to sleep. For someone who had several times insisted that he didn't need to sleep at all, he'd apparently grown quite fond of it. "What are you yelling about, idiot?"

[ysobritish]

Liquid laughed softly and stepped closer, bringing a hand up to ruffle Kadaj's hair.

"As I said. Merry Christmas. Not that I usually pay attention to such things, but..."

He glanced aside, his tone turning gruff. "I... got you something. Oh, and I got something special to eat, too."

[argentcruelty]

"You yelled at me for that?"

He didn't even bother to swat Liquid's hand away, as infuriating as those hair ruffles were (he wasn't a child, after all). But that wasn't going to stop him from fixing the man with a look of indignant disgust, in a manner that made him resemble a rather disgruntled cat.

Saying that Kadaj wasn't the least bit curious about this whole Christmas thing would be a lie, but he'd chosen to dismiss it as yet another ridiculous human thing that he shouldn't and most definitely didn't care about. The entire city was fussing over it, but he was going to sit over here in his corner of stubborn and have absolutely nothing to do with it.

Or so he'd thought.

"It's stupid. What's the point?"