A/N: Well, here's a little Christmas fic. Actually, it's not really about Christmas, but in this fic it mentions how close the holiday is. It's a cute little idea I came up with one day. Nothing too special, but touching nonetheless. Hope you all enjoy!

Part 1

A sigh resonated throughout the large flat. It was indeed a nice evening outside. The breeze was soft, the clouds blotched some parts of the sky, the temperature was comfortable… unfortunately, a little too comfortable for Shuichi. It was the middle of December and the weather was still too warm! What was wrong with their ecosystem this year! It was winter. Wasn't this certain season supposed to be cold! Christmas would be here soon… what if it was still this warm by then! Anyone ever here of a warm Christmas?

"I think not!" The boy shouted at the window (which was supposed to have icicles hanging from it by now).

Yuki looked up slowly from the book he was reading and gave an irritated glare before asking, "What the hell are you whining about now?"

"It's sunny outside!" He stamped his foot.

"…And… that's a bad thing… why?" The blonde raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Because! It's December, Yuki! And during this time of year, the weather should be cold, not all summery!"

"So? Things like this happen. Remember that one day in summer when it snowed? Though I still can't comprehend why it did… but it just did, okay? So don't be surprised with something like this. All of your excitement is giving me a headache." He rubbed his temples.

"But… I want it to snow! You know, the small, white flurries that usually drift slowly from the vast of grey sky above?"

"Uh, yeah. I know what snow is." Yuki pondered to himself how Shuichi's vocabulary suddenly got more advanced over the last few minutes. I mean, didn't he just say "summery" a while ago?

"Sigh… what do I do?" The singer slumped hopelessly onto the floor.

"Nothing. Just wait."

"For what? With this weather, how could it turn cold anytime soon?"

"Personally, I'm not that fond of chilly weather." (shocking, coming from a guy with the artic heart). "In fact, I don't really care what our climate is, just as long as it doesn't keep me from writing."

Shuichi pouted.

"So it's probably a good thing that it isn't snowing, or else I'd have to deal with your incessant prancing about." The novelist went back to reading.

"Aww, Yuki. Why do you always have to be so negative about… well… everything!" He crossed his arms and stood in front of the man, glowering down at him.

"Ugh, Shuichi… do we really have to go over this again?" The author took off his glasses in annoyance.

"But I'm serious this time! You never look on the bright side of things! I mean, it's almost Christmas, and you won't even help me put up the decorations!"

"First of all, I don't have any decorations. Second, I don't do the holidays. You should know that by now."

"But couldn't you get into the spirit for once in your life? It isn't that hard you know. All you do is enjoy your friends and family and be happy!"

The writer shook his head. This headache was really getting to him. "In case you haven't noticed, my family and I don't exactly get along as well as we should."

"No, but your friends do! And me too!" He stated proudly.

"You don't count." Yuki stated plainly.

"What! What do you mean I don't count? I'm your lover, aren't I?"

"Exactly."

"Ugh! Yuki, you're being so stubborn! You're such a scrooge!" Shuichi pouted and kept rambling on about how cranky he was and why he didn't want it to snow.

"And you always have a different excuse every year! It's either, 'I have to go meet my editor', or, 'I have another deadline' when you already had one, like, a week earlier! It's making me wonder if your trying to stay away on purpose." He eyed the older man suspiciously.

A vein popped in Yuki's temples, the blood about ready to seep through his skin. This kid just wouldn't shut-up!

"And you didn't even come to the Christmas party that we held at NG last week! I know for a fact that you didn't have anything to do that day, but you still found some kind of excuse to skip it. It meant a lot to me, Yuki! I really wanted you to be there, but all you did was lay around the house like you usually do!"

Now Shuichi was going a little overboard. Probably caught up in the heat of the moment. But Yuki was also caught up in heat. A seething heat that rushed to his head in a fiery volcano of annoyance. His skull was about to erupt from the headache he was suffering from.

"And one more thing, Eiri Yuki-"

"Shut-up!" The novelist yelled clearly enough for the whole complex to hear him. "Can you not… give me a moments peace! It's always yelling, yelling, yelling… in my ear! Do you know how aggravating that gets! Probably not, since you're not the victim of it!" He stood up, the book falling from his lap. Shuichi just stared wide-eyed at him, a little stunned at the sudden outburst.

"Umm… Yuki?"

"Don't say another word, or I swear I'll-"

"But, Yuki, I didn't-"

In a split second, Shuichi found himself sitting outside the front door, flat on his butt and blinking. The author had kicked him out of the house.

"…Yuki? Um, Yuki, can I come back in?"

No answer.

"Yuki! Please, let me in! I didn't mean to get carried away! It's just that I had to get out what I was thinking at the moment before I exploded!"

'My head was about to explode, you damn brat.' The blonde thought to himself and plopped down onto the couch. On the other side of the door, he could hear Shuichi banging on the wood and calling his name.

"Yuki, please! I don't wanna be left out here!"

Still no answer.

"Please…" The boy mumbled silently, giving up all hope of ever getting back in. He slid down the door as small tears formed at the corners of his eyes.

'This isn't fair! He always tells me what he thinks of me, so why can't I do the same to him?' The singer scrunched up his face in frustration. "Just because he's cranky, doesn't mean I'm not sometimes." He folded his arms in a huff. "Great… Hiro said he'd be going out with Ayaka tonight… and I can't intrude on my families dwellings. Besides, my dad isn't too happy for me right now anyway." He said forlornly. "Sigh… what do I do?"

Inside the apartment, Yuki was enjoying one of his many cigarettes while watching the news on television. It was relaxing without a certain someone around the house. He wasn't sure how much more he could handle of the little punk. He hated how the only way to shut him up was to throw him out, but the baka had just taken his complaints a little too far this time… saying all that crap about how he was a 'scrooge' and always focused on his work… though that was partly true. Did Shuichi really think all that? Well, even if he did, it took a lot of courage for him to actually say all that straight to his face. It was an admirable trait to the novelist.

So, without further adieu, Yuki went back to reading the book he was so engrossed in.

Meanwhile, outside, Shuichi was still deciding on what to do. 'Hmm… the night is nice. Like I said, this winter is a warm one, and it's nightfall anyway, so…' The boy looked down at the spot he was standing in, shrugged, and sat in the corner of the entrance. 'I guess this'll have to do for now. It won't be a problem to sleep here and then go back in for the morning. It'll save me the trip from Hiro's house and I'll be warm for the night anyway.' All in all, it seemed like a good plan to the smart little Shuichi. He leaned his head back against the wall, gazed up at the stars, and sighed.

'Why does Yuki have to be so… pig-headed?' He pouted. 'Is there nothing that we can agree on? It's true! All he does is sit around and be a big ol' Scrooge all Christmas long. He doesn't even buy presents for his own siblings! What kind of guy doesn't like Christmas that much anyhow?' The vocalist scrunched up his mouth in an all-knowing way. "Obviously, Eiri Yuki." He answered his own question.

"Oh well… it's his fault if he doesn't have the holiday spirit. Though the weather seems to sympathize with him… stupid heat." After some more self-pondering, Shuichi's eye lids grew heavy, and he soon fell asleep against the warm concrete wall.

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Inside, Yuki yawned and stretched. His eyes were sore from reading so late into the night and from lack of light. The only electricity on in the condo was the lamp beside him. He was almost done with the novel he was reading and wanted to finish is soon, but decided that his health was more important than his leisure. Shuichi taught him that… Yuki sighed quietly at the absence of his cotton candy-haired lover. The holidays were just too boring to spend by yourself. It was weird how he always got that feeling of emptiness and incompleteness when Shuichi wasn't there. But, since the novelist didn't want to ruin his nonchalant demeanor, Yuki stood up quickly, causing momentary dizziness, and headed straight for the bedroom. It would be another warm night, so he turned up the air conditioning again just in case. The TV was on from Shuichi's earlier watching, so the 10:00 o'clock news was on. Yuki had left his bedroom door open, unconsciously listening and changing into his sleep wear at the same time.

The news reporter on TV was stating some breaking news.

"And tonight, we'll be having cold weather folks. All traces of warm weather will be gone once this cold front hits Tokyo in about fifteen minutes."

"That's right Susan. Now we can finally get into the holiday spirit."

"I agre-" Yuki switched off the television.

"Tch. Great. Here comes the below 0 temperature." He mumbled, while walking back to his bedroom. In an instant, the author plopped down onto the mattress and pulled up some extra covers at the foot of his bed for the oncoming weather that night. "I hope it doesn't snow." He grumbled unhappily to himself. The last thing he needed this Christmas was to shovel the white powdery stuff off his drive way.

After a moment of silence, no sheets rustling, if there was breathing it was seldom, and all the lights turned off, Yuki started thinking about his baka.

"Well, at least he has a warm place to stay tonight… not like he would here." Yuki turned over onto his side and fell asleep soon after, unaware of the deeper meaning behind his own words.

Outside, Shuichi shivered at the small gust of cool wind that brushed up against his skin, as the sky began to darken from a blanket of grey clouds forming on the horizon.

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End Part 1

A/N: Well, the next (and last) part will be up soon, so no worries! Hope you all like it so far. Please review nicely! And Merry Christmas! Er… soon to be Christmas (pout)… La-dee-freakin'-da! I'm still excited about it anyway! So let's deck the halls and roam the malls! Cause Christmas is here, so spread the cheer dang it! All of you tell that to someone who is acting as Scroogy as Yuki, kay? It'll either get them to shut-up, or you'll receive a big smack in the face… But hey! At least you're TRYING to spread the cheer, right? That's better than not doing it at all! I will then be proud of you, my friends. (sniff). Anyway, see yall in the next chapter! Look forward to it!