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By "~*Destiny no Miko*~"
notes: sillyness & goes along with the Kirin/Tomo [Chuin] plotline. This is just a sidestory
for the Holidays. Enjoy!
Kirin's First Christmas Party
Chuin looked up from the little card he'd just recived in the mail.
"It's an invatation to a Christmas party. Peter, the boy from America, is throwing
"Why? What for?"
"To celebrate Christmas, I guess." Chuin shrugged. "You want to go? It's
"Sure." Kirin knelt on the couch and wrapped his arms around Chuin. "Is ths one
of those party's where we drink a lot of the pretty colored stuff and have wild sex in a dark
room full of weird steam?"
Chuin laughed, remembering a lot of those party's & waking up in a room where a
lot of orgy's had taken place--which him and Kirin sometimes started. Hey, he couldn't
help it if Kirin cried out loud enough to sound like two or three people.
"Uh, no, Kirin. This isn't one of those parties." He saw the visable look of
disappointment breeze Kirin's expression. "But don't worry, darling, you'll have fun. I
promise." He placed an arm around Kirin's waist and leaned his head on Kirin's head.
"Chuin, what's Christmas?"
"Now, Kirin," Chuin whispered as they approached Peter's house. "You remember
everything I told you, right? Don't ask for a room for us, don't drink more then two
alcoholic drinks and PLEASE, for the love of me, DON'T strip and/or sing--no matter HOW tempted you
"Okay." Kirin giggled, not exactly sure why Chuin was so upset.
Someone answered the door. She welcomed them in and took their coats.
"Wow; this place has food!" Kirin gasped as he saw the piles and piles of food
heaped up on two long tables. Chuin smiled and guided Kirin over to the feast.
"Chuin!" Peter called, coming over to them. "Glad you could make it." He smiled
at Kirin as Kirin looked around. He spotted a very large tree decorated with many multi-
colored lights and little knic nacks.
"Peter-san," Kirin asked, his brow knitting, "You have a tree growing in the
middle of your living room!"
Peter stared at Chuin as Chuin just chuckled. "He's never seen a Christmas tree."
"Oh!" Peter laughed. "Sometimes I still think I'm back in good ol' America." He turned to
Kirin, who was still trying to figure out the tree bit. "Don't worry, Kirin-kun, it's all right.
I bought it so it could be put inside my living room. For the party. Do any of your Japanese
friends celebrate Christmas?"
"Sure they do!" Chuin jumped in, taking a sip of the hot apple cider. "Teino-kun
does, Maru-chan does, Botaru-kun as well. Lots others, too. Right, Kirin?"
Kirin just shrugged. He noticed the star the shined brightly atop the tree. "Why's there a
"Oh, it's usually tradation to have a star on the top of your tree. Or an angel, but
that would look sort of sissy for a man. The star symbolizes the path the 3 Wise Men took
to see the baby Jesus. So, it's still relgious." Just then, a whole group of people arrived and
Peter had to excuse himself. Kirin walked over to the tree with Chuin right behind him.
He touched the needles and reclined his hand back instantly.
"Chuin," Kirin turned to his lover. "Who's Jesus?"
Now, Chuin had no relgion by practice. He didn't think being Tomo made him a kind of
angel for Seiryuu, either. So that was no religion. He didn't know much about other
beliefs, either. In fact, he was amazed he even knew Christmas came in December for his
friends that did celebrate the strange holiday.
"He was.....a man...." Chuin hesitated, not knowing how to explain what little he
knew. "Christians believe in him...."
"Oh." Thankfully, Kirin left it at that. He turned to look all over Peter's nicely
furnished apartment. People gathered, talked, ate and sat in groups all over. Most seem to
be having the best time of their lives'. Mindless chit chat filled the room & Kirin watched
a woman who was leaning in an archway point to the ceiling and recive a kiss by the
gentleman next to her.
"Chuin," Kirin whispered, seeing the tiny plant hanging from the arch. Chuin
turned from the young girl he was talking to back to Kirin. "Peter has fungus growing in
his apartment! It's going to take over his whole place!"
Chuin looked up swiftly and spotted the sprig of mistletoe. He laughed, knowing this
tradition. well, what he'd been told at least.
"No, Peter hung that." Chuin explained. "See, when someone stands under it with
another person, they must kiss."
"And have sex?"
"I'm not sure about that; maybe." Chuin shrugged, seeing the two who had just
kiss start to heavily make out.
"I want some!"
"Why; you don't NEED that to get me to make love with you!" Chuin hissed
playfully in his ear. Kirin shrugged and said it'll still be fun to have. He seperated himself
from Chuin's side and went to go closely examine the rest of Peter-san's other strange
"Chuin, taste some of this! It's yummy!" Kirin gulped down another plastic glass
full of a thick whitish liquid. Chuin. not recognizing the substance, but seeing a striking
resemblence to.....something else him and Kirin share alone.....smiled.
"Kirin-chan, please tell me that came out of a cow and not someone else...." He
said through his smile. Kirin giggled, a bit of a drunken gleam in his eyes.
"Peter-san calls it 'eggnog with a twist'. I had some trouble, but after...." he looked
at his fingers and counted them. "Seventeen glasses, I've ff-figured out the twist!"
"Oh my; sake?"
"*HIC!*" Kirin shook his head violently, his blond hair whipping everywhere.
"Sort of....half sodka and half vake....I mean; half vodka and half sake!" He smiled
proudly, needing only two tries to say it correctly. "It's yummy; want some?"
Before he could reply, Chuin had a plastic cup shoved in front of him. "I'm the designated
driver, Kirin. Only half of a glass, okay?"
"Awww, you're no fun, Chuin-chan! We can *HIC* sleep over here!"
"No; we can't. We'll end up having sex with the way you're acting." Chuin sniffed
the heavily intoxicated drink and took a tiny sip. "I don't need Peter calling up the cops
saying that there's a horny, wild rabbit trying to rape his friend, poor Chuin." He took
another longer sip and heard Kirin giggle.
"I'm not a bunny rabbit; I'm your kitty cat!" And with that, Kirin leaned up against
Chuin and purred. "See? Niyao!"
"I see." Chuin said, patting Kirin's blond head.
"So," Kirin said, eyes close, head swimming. "why's there a lot of presents under
Peter-san's tree? He going to hand them out and give 'em to all o' us?"
"It's from his family in America, I believe. People whom celebrate Christmas give
"Uhhh....because.....because...." He thought feverently, then realizing Kirin was so
intoxicated he'd believe anything he said. "It's their tradation to give out presents to each
other. That's why."
"What's Santa Clause? You know; the big fat man askin' me for change on ev'ry
"He's Jesus, just reincarnated. He gives out presents to everyone who sits on his
lap and asks for it."
"Ooohhh....just like me sittin' on your lap when we get it on and me beggin' for
something reeeeaaaallllll good..hehe...I always get what I want!!" Kirin giggled. "Doesn't
that get this Santa character arressted, though? Havin' kids sittin' on his lap an' all?" Kirin
opened one eye, concerned. Though drunk as a skunk, Kirin never stopped caring about
the children he took care of.
"That's why Christmas comes only once a year; because it's so racey."
"Ahhhh.....makes sense." Kirin said. He pointed [as the best to his ability] to the
mistletoe. "I want some o' tat...that. That way, when Christmas comes 'round next year,
I'll get something EXTRA from you....he he he...."
"I'll ask Peter for some before we leave; which should be soon. I see you're getting
awfully friendly with me." Chuin smiled as Kirin tried to climb on top of him, trying to
coax Chuin into picking him up and slinging him over his shoulders. Kirin just smiled and
kissed Chuin on his nose.
"You're cute, you know that?" Kirin asked, swaying back and forth. "If there
weren't so many pe'ple 'round, I'd do someting REALLY nice to ya...he he he...and this
time, you'll be sittin' on my lap, begging me for something reeeaaaallllyyy nice."
'Would you give it to me?" Chuin asked in a low voice, wrapping his arms around
Kirin. People were beginning to leave the party, plenty of them having their fill in Eggnog
With a Twist.
""Course I would! Why wouldn't I?"
"Well, Santa only gives good boys and girls their presents."
"How the fuck he'd know if I'd been good or not?"
"He could smell your breath a mile away, my love. He uses magic. Jesus had
magic powers when he was alive but he lived where it was REALLY hot and it's melt his
magic. When he was reincarnated, he moved all of his magic and his home to the North
Pole so that'd it'd last. That's why Christmas comes in December and why it's only one
"Really?" Kirin asked, teetering. Chuin shrugged.
"That's what I heard."
"Let's go home, so we don' miss it."
"Right." Chuin said, being lead by the hand. He picked Kirin up and cradled him
as he gathered their coats, bade Peter farewell and left.
After many hours of Kirin's bunny screwing and Chuin getting a turn, both boys
settled into a nice comfortable position and was set to sleep.
"Chuin, I stole some of that fungus."
"We already had sex, Kirin-chan." A sleepy Chuin answered. "Save it for next
"Are you SURE Christmas only comes ONCE a year?"
"I'm sure." Chuin sighed. It went quiet until Chuin began to crack a smile and
laugh. "Ne, Kirin, instead of taking up this religion's tradation, let's take up the Jewish
"Why? What to they do?"
"Basically the same thing, except no Jesus/Santa man."
"Good; because I don't wanna sit on anyone else's lap 'cept yours!" Kirin then
thought about it. "Why the Jewish holiday instead, though?"
"They get EIGHT days of presents!"
Though not he didn't recive a verbal response, Chuin knew that Kirin was shinning
to the idea.
okay, I am sorry if I insulted any relgious people. [*snort* No, I'm not] This is for fun &
joy; laugh. Ha ha! Aw, don't look at me like that.
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