Unnamed Christmas Story

... Seriously, I can't think of a title. Please take care to ignore Guitar's botched grammer, thank you. DX
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Snow drifted slowly onto the ground as the layer of snow was lit by the lights that hung from the windows of the cream colored manor, the shine of silver moonlight barely reaching through the clouds. Eyes as silver as the light that glowed from the moon watched the cold white puffs drift to the ground from behind square glasses; blatantly ignoring his guests.

That is, until a pair of tanned arms wrapped around his pale neck, his eye twitched in irritation from behind his square glasses. “C’mon Piano, you’re missin’ out on th’ party!”

Piano sighed and shoved the Musican away, glaring at the brunette over his shoulder. Raising an eyebrow at the Santa hat that was placed on his head. Instead of his usual tacky tattered shirt, Piano had finally convinced him to at least wear something without tears or fraying. But he honestly looked ridiculous with a white and red striped shirt, his signature red scarf wrapped securely around his neck. Instead of faded jeans he wore black jeans; Piano was thankful he didn’t wear his spiked belt for once.

At least he didn’t have to be told twice to wear something Christmas themed, but Guitar had told him that he would not dress nicely if Piano didn’t dress down for once. So instead of a suit, he wore a dark green turtleneck with a white stripe around the collar and red accenting the hem of the long sleeve shirt and on the sleeves.

“Yes, but at least I’m getting some peace without being harassed by everyone,” his eyes flickered in irritation at the golden-eyed Musican. “and you.”

Guitar laughed and insistently grabbed at Piano’s green sleeve of his green and white turtleneck. “Oh, relax!” Guitar laughed, ruffling his ebony colored hair before tugging on Piano’s ponytail; which earned him a smack on his hand. “’t’s a party! At least try ta’ have some fun!”

Piano snorted and rolled his eyes. “Oh yes, because spiking the punch with Tabasco sauce is always such a joy.” His voice dripped with sarcasm as he pulled his arm away and crossed his arms across his chest.

Guitar made a face as he glared back. “Hey, how was I supposed ta’ know tha’ Set would do tha’?” He sighed in exasperation, eyes softening as he gave his best ‘hurt puppy’ look. “C’mon, everyone’s only here for a few more hours.” He smiled as he grabbed at Piano’s hand again. “We can play some Christmas music too!”

Of course, just as he said that, both of them jumped at the sound of a saxophone slowly playing a solo. Still, a smile quirked at the corner of Piano’s mouth. “Looks like they started without us.”

Guitar picked up on his lightened mood and his grin seemed to grow impossibly larger as he dragged Piano behind him; this time, Piano didn’t resist.

Walking from the living room into the large playing room, Piano saw all of the other familiar faces he had met. A few others took notice of their entrance; particularly Tambourine and Harmonica, who both walked over to greet them.

Even though Piano knew them well, he still impulsively gave a slight bow to them in greeting. “Hello, Tambourine and Harmonica, are you two enjoying the party?”

Tambourine nodded vigorously, her dark brown hair bouncing slightly at the motion while Harmonica tipped his hat up so that it did not hide his brown eyes and gave a hesitant nod. Tambourine wore a Santa styled dress with white fur trim and a green headband with a sprig of holly in it; while Harmonica wore a black dress shirt with a green jacket, the ribbon around his ten gallon hat was a deep crimson color.

“The party has been great,” she pointed to Set over her shoulder, who had joined the small band and was playing a drum set. “we’ve been able to keep her out of the punch.”

Guitar sighed in relief. “She has problems with spicy stuff, doesn’t she?”

Tambourine laughed. “Yes, but that’s what you get for growing up in the south.” The female Musican turned away for a moment, her dark red dress swaying in the process. A frown fell across her lips as she looked towards the ceiling, then back to the two. “By the way, what happened to the mistletoe I sent? Did you get it in the mail?”

Piano spluttered instantly as his face turned a brilliant shade of red. Guitar opened his mouth to speak, but a pale hand slapped over his face to silence him.

“I-I gave it to our neighbors, th-they were in need of d-decorations so we gave it to them.” Tambourine raised an eye-brow, a knowing smirk lighting her face as she leered in to Piano. He took a step back.

“Hmm, so that’s what happened?” She waited a moment longer before laughing and leaning back on her heels. “Okay then.” With that, she disappeared into the crowd.

Piano let out a sigh of relief, only removing his hand when Guitar actually pulled his arm away and gasped for breath. “So when are ya’ goin’ ta’ tell her tha’ ya’ burned ‘t all ‘n th’ fireplace?”

“With luck, never.” Guitar laughed and pulled Piano along into the crowd.
He was not worried about Guitar trying to pull some cheesy act with mistletoe; he knew that if he did there would be Hell to pay. Piano was more worried about the others trying to help their relationship; or what they believed to be a relationship. For some reason he and Guitar were always being shoved together by their friends; which irked the poor Musican to no end.

Okay, so maybe they had kissed once, but that was after they finally overthrew the government and became free. Guitar must have been too into the moment, because within five seconds he was literally spun around with no warning before Guitar had kissed him…

That was a lie, Guitar has kissed him so many times before; of course, every single time it ended up with the brunette being flipped or harmed in some physical manner or another before Piano would yell at him and storm off.

Guitar merely lived here out of convenience and to help Piano, that was all… At least, that’s what Piano tried to convince himself.

He was broken from his musing when he found himself being pulled along to where a few of his friends, (Bass, Set, Trumpet and Alto) were all playing a jazzy form of ‘Let it Snow’. Piano closed his eyes and smiled as his eyes closed and his body swayed to the tempo, while Guitar hummed the tone. And through all of this, Piano was unaware that Guitar’s hand had traveled from his wrist and intertwined with his own thin fingers.

“But as long as ya’ love me so, let ‘t snow, let ‘t snow, let ‘t snow.” It wasn’t until Guitar sang that song did Piano break out of his trance from the music. He violently jerked away, his face turning a flaming shade of red while Guitar turned to him in confusion. “What’s your problem?”

“N-nothing!” Piano said a little too quickly, bowing his head as he tried to hide the red blush of embarrassment that had bloomed across his cheeks.

The other leaned down slightly to try and look him in the eye, his frown turning into a smirk as he ruffled Piano’s black hair. “Red ‘s a nice color on ya’.” He laughed.

The silver-eyed pianist scowled and smacked Guitar over the head; his face was still red, but he still glared at Guitar all the same. “This is precisely why I avoid people to begin with.”

As Guitar’s calloused hand removed itself from Piano’s hair, it instinctively grabbed at Piano’s hand. “Don’t be so stiff! Let loose an' have some fun!”

Piano huffed and tried to pry his hand out of Guitar’s, having absolutely no luck. “Well, sorry if it is how I was born.” He snarled, his arm still trying to pull away.

As the two bickered, both were unaware of a few heads turning at their squabble. A few just shrugged and moved on with their conversations, but most of the just starred and snickered.

“They’re at it again? They can’t be in the same room without fighting, can they?”

“But it’s so cute! They’re like a real couple!”

“What kind? You mean like a pair of old-timers?”

At that moment Piano picked up on the side conversation and spun around quickly to glare daggers at whoever was talking behind his back. He found Bass right behind him with Flute who smiled nervously from behind him. Now Bass did not do anything to dress up; he still wore the same blue shirt with dark blue jeans and a baseball cap that sat upon his sandy blonde hair. At least Flute wore a light blue dress with white snowflakes to dress with the mood.

“Hey, what’s up?” He said, tipping the rim of his white and blue cap. Piano only scowled at him, while the other merely gave him a lopsided grin.

“Do you have a problem with me?” He grated out through clenched teeth, but his hostile stance did nothing to deter the Musican’s mood.

“No, why would I?” Piano was not convinced of that; no matter what it always seemed that Bass was constantly cool and collected. He maintained his glare for a moment more, Bass’s smile slowly growing more disturbing as time passed.

“Never mind.” Piano said with a sigh of defeat, taking no notice at Flute’s relieved sigh as she pushed a lock of her long gray hair from her face.

As they both walked away, he felt his eye twitch as he felt a very familiar tug on his sleeve. Turning his head he found Guitar’s eye bearing into his own. “Ya’ should know better than ta’ pick a fight with Bass.”

“That’s never stopped you!”

He smiled a little. “Nope, an’ ‘t never will!” He laughed, dragging Piano away from the ballroom and down the hall.

“Where are you taking me?” Piano questioned, but got no answer. Guitar did not even greet the others who were carrying their own plates of food into the ballroom.

“Oh, hello Cello, thank you for the food!” He said in a quick greeting as the brunette Musican quickly nodded, not even bothering with asking where they were going as he continued to walk to the ballroom. “Guitar, answer me!”

But he still did not get an answer. Guitar opened the door to the living room; the fireplace crackling and bathing the room in a warm glow while the Christmas tree stood proudly in a corner, a few presents scattered beneath it.

Piano finally managed to rip his arm out of his grip and stood stubbornly next to the couch that sat in front of the fireplace. “Guitar-.”

“Why are ya’ so down?” The other Musican blinked owlishly a few times as Guitar starred at him from the other side, closer to the tree.

“Excuse me?”

Guitar turned around to face him, backing up slightly so that his back brushed against the tree. “Well, I’ve been busy working on compositions and planning this party on top of that,” as Piano gave a small sigh, he did not notice a small box fall from a branch of the tree into Guitar’s hands; which were folded behind his back. “I guess I have not had time to relax in a long time.”

The brunette gave a smile and sat down on the couch, Piano taking a seat next to him on the dark green velvet. Guitar reached over with one arm and patted the exhausted pianist on the back. “Tha ‘s what th’ holidays are for.”

“But even so, there is so much to do.” Piano released a drawn out breath and leaned back. His closed eyes suddenly opened when he felt Guitar’s hand move from his back to his arm, Guitar’s fingers forcing open his palm. “What-?”

In his hand was a small navy blue box, wrapped by a silver ribbon with a bow on top. “I know Christmas ain’t until tomorrow but, I think ya’ should open ‘t early.”

Piano looked from Guitar’s sheepish face back to the box below. Long fingers hesitantly pulled at the shining ribbon and removed the cover of the box slowly. His wide eyes looked down into the small box, shock being replaced by a light blush.

Inside the box, nestled into the black velvet, was a silver and porcelain pocket watch. The silver rim gleamed in the dim light produced by the roaring fire, but his eyes remained fixed on the center of the watch. The symbol of a treble and bass cleft made up the image, but the treble cleft was upside down and formed a heart with the bass cleft.

“What is-?”

“Open ‘t.” And he complied, opening up the watch. He could see the roman numerals of the numbers on the watch as the second hand ticked away, he could see the gears turning in the center. And he felt his heart stop as he read the engraving on the inside of the cover.

You are the tempo my heart beats to. You are the song that I can never get out of my head. Like a symphony, you have me entranced. That is why I will always love you.
–Guitar

Piano’s face flushed a darker shade of red; he immediately whipped his head around to ask why Guitar had done this, but he got his answer before he could even ask it. In that instant, Guitar leaned forward to place a chaste kiss on his lips. “Merry Christmas.”

Piano only blushed even more furiously, and looked over his shoulder. He lowered his head and closed the watch, his fingers tracing over the black notes. “What was that for? There is no mistletoe.”

Guitar laughed and leaned in again, placing another kiss on his cheek. “Don’t need any ta’ kiss ya’.”

He still laughed even as he earned a light punch to the shoulder. He leaned in and wrapped an arm around Piano; who, surprisingly, made no protest against the motion.

“Merry Christmas, you moron.”

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Pointless fluff is pointless, and when did Guitar become such a sap? DX

NaNoWriMo, almost done, and quite happy about it!

So bloody close to finishing the STUPID novel! AUGH! I hate this story now! Well, this is obviously why I haven't posted anything in so long. DX BUT, I did manage to write up a Christmas story between writing breaks. And, against my better judgement, I'm going to post it. Blech...

What the hell is this?!?

I have no idea what the Hell happened, all I know is that I went to http://prillalar.com/drabbles/ and... THIS happened! I'm still crying/laughing over it.

Quickly Tripping

Piano tripped along playfully. He was on his way to meet his lover, Guitar, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a cat hopping along, carrying an instrument in its mouth.

Piano was almost on a roof when he came across a round cake, lying alone on a fancy plate. "That must be a treat from my bored bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked obnoxious, so he ate it.

It gave him the most shiny tingling sensation in his cheek. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Guitar.

When Guitar came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.

"What is it?" Piano cried angrily.

"Your foot! And your hand!" Guitar said. "They're annoying! Can't you feel it?"

Piano felt his foot and his hand. They were indeed quite annoying. "Oh, no!" Piano said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that round cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"

"I didn't leave you any cake," Guitar said. "I got you a scarf. It must have been that sweet man who lives nearby. He acts a little happily, ever since he kissed a glasses."

"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Piano sobbed.

"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Guitar said rapidly, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your foot is really crimson like that."

"Really?" Piano dried her tears. Piano kissed Guitar and it was an entirely cold sensation, like a box of happy kittens.

They spent the night having entirely cold sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.

Everything was rather awkward after that.

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I got as far as 'carrying an instrument in his mouth' before I started cracking up. XD