"HARU-CHAN!" exclaimed Hunny happily from Mori's shoulders. "Aren't you happy that Kyou-chan is letting us use his daddy's cabin for Christmas?" Haruhi bit into a Christmas cookie perfectly seasoned by Kyouya's personal chefs and had to nod.

"I must say, it certainly beats staying at home and watching TV like I did last holiday season…my father works over the holidays, so I'm usually by myself…" Haruhi looked around at the cheery stone fireplace, the table laden with delectable food, the enamored and personalized stockings hung by the enormous chimney, and the festively decorated immense tree and had to admit the "cabin" (though it really was a mansion) was fantastic. "It seems a little overdone, though, since there's only us here, and the servants and chefs of course…"

Tamaki, who had been restrained by the twins from jumping up in tears when Haruhi mentioned she's usually alone over the holidays, could be restrained no longer. He flew to Haruhi's side, offering her a rose that seemed to come out of nowhere.

"Since this is your first Christmas with us, Daddy wanted only the best for you my precious Haruhi! Daddy hopes you enjoy Mommy's cabin and everything in it very very much, and that you have a very merry Chrismas!" Haruhi looked at the rose.

"Why do you have a rose in December, senpai…did you pick it from Kyouya-senpai's father's garden? I don't think that was very wise…" she said, meaning no malice of course. As Tamaki sank into the corner crying ("Mommy! Haruhi's accusing me of stealing!") the twins strode over to Haruhi and the dropped rose.

"You should be glad its just a rose," said Hikaru, tucking it behind her ear with a little more caressing of her hair than was actually needed.

"What are you talking about?" asked Haruhi, who was now munching on another cookie.

"Well it's just that…" sighed Kaoru, leaning on Hikaru's chest.

"We wouldn't put it past our lord to try mistletoe tomorrow night," they chorused mischievously. Tomorrow night was Christmas Eve.

"Mis-tle-toe?" asked Haruhi, her eyes widening. "Why would he want to use mistletoe on me?"

Hikaru and Kaoru sighed deeply and walked away.

"Sometimes, even though she's so cute--"

"—she can be so ignorant--"

"—that it gets BORING!"

Haruhi shrugged, and was promptly attacked by Hunny.

"Haru-chan, Haru-chan! Bake cookies with me! Takashi's gonna, right, Takashi? And Kyou-chan too?" Hunny's eyes were as wide as the cookies he loved so much that Haruhi couldn't bear to say no. She laughed.

"Sure, why not! You coming, Mori?" she asked of the stoic figure piggybacking Hunny.

"Yeah."

"And you, Kyouya-senpai?" They walked towards the kitchen.

"You guys go ahead…I'm a bit busy here. Besides, baking isn't my thing." Kyouya was still comforting a distraught Tamaki.

"Okay then," and the trio made there way into the cathedral-like kitchen, Haruhi almost fainting with awe.

"Mistletoe…" Tamaki mumbled. "Now there's an idea…it's a tradition, right? No harm in it?" Kyouya wasn't sure he liked where this was going, but he himself had nothing to lose.

"Depends on what you mean by harm…" he responded through his glasses.

"Then Christmas Eve tomorrow will be very interesting," chuckled a no longer weeping Tamaki. Yes, Kyouya thought. Very interesting indeed…