Author's Note: Hey all you readers! This is Alexis here, and I would like to apologize for the extreme delay on updating this. -bows head in shame- Unfortunately, when Jeanie completed typing the second chapter, her computer crashed and she didn't save it. She informed me on this, and told me to retype it for her, telling me what the second chapter was about. Sadly, I forgot what she told me it was about, and later on she told me she was just too busy with school, and so with a heavy heart, she told me to finish this story on my own. *tear* At first I thought nobody was really interested in it, but seeing that I got some reviews, I was encouraged to continue it! So, ladies and gentlemen, I give you...chapter two!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Vanitas, Ventus, or Namine. They belong to Square Enix.

"So...you're really the son of Santa Claus?" Ventus managed to force out.

"That's what I just said, idiot" Vanitas spat as he kept his hateful gaze on Ventus. Ventus however just stood there dumbfoundedly. He stared blankly at the carpet as he pondered over the information he just received. Okay, so this guy is the son of Santa, which can only mean the jolly man himself left him here, but why? Was it by accident?

"Hey moron, are you gonna just stand there or are you gonna help me up already?" Vanitas asked with an irritated snarl. Ventus finally snapped out of it, but it wasn't to the sound of Vanitas' voice.

"Big brother?"

Crap. Ventus wondered how he was going to explain to Namine that there was a stranger sitting under the Christmas tree. Funny thing is that he didn't even hear his sister trotting down the stairs. A smile appeared on the blond's face as he adored the cute sight of his little sister. The little blonde stood at the bottom of the stairs tiredly, her pale hair a mess from moving around a lot in her sleep. One short arm was wrapped around the girl's favorite teddy bear that she's owned since she was born, while the other arm was gripping the white silky fabric that was her nightgown.

Ventus' smile began to fade as he quickly glanced over at Vanitas, who was now staring at Namine with an emotionless expression. Ventus narrowed his eyes at the other teen, wondering why he hadn't moved. He expected the jerk would've at least made an attempt to hide. How hard is it to trick a five-year-old just by hiding in the most obvious places? he thought.

"Big brother, who are you talking to?" the small child asked as she rubbed her eyes, though no hint of sounding tired was heard in her voice. Ventus swallowed nervously, wondering what to say next. He really didn't want his sister to become frightened and run to their parents and tell them that there's a stranger in the house.

"Well, uh, I was just-"

Before Ventus could form an explanation, Namine slowly walked over towards the Christmas tree, locking her blue eyes with yellow ones. The large blue orbs widened with curiosity as Vanitas hesitantly shifted without breaking his gaze with the little girl. Ventus couldn't help but stare at Vanitas, his piercing yellow eyes making the blond feel slightly uneasy. Ventus then looked back at his sister, whose expression was stilled filled with great curiosity.

Ventus' jaw dropped when he saw the dark haired boy being lifted up off the ground by the much smaller child. Namine tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing in confusion. "Big brother, is this doll yours from Santa?"

Doll?

Vanitas turned his head to refrain from laughing at the shocked expression on the blond's face.

"It looks weird," Namine said as she carried said "doll" over to Ventus. "Here, big brother." Namine lifted Vanitas higher slightly, trying to reach her brother's arms. Hesitantly, he took the teen from her arms, wrapping one of his arms around Vanitas' back as he wrapped the other one under his legs. Vanitas stared up at Ventus, his pokerface turning into a sly and subtle smirk as he noticed the blond's rosy tinted cheeks. Ventus immediately saw the smirk and glared at him, then returned a mischevious grin as he moved the arm that was under Vanitas' legs, now placing his hand on Vanitas' butt. The dark haired boy's smirk was now replaced with a scowl, which was surprisingly followed by blushing cheeks and wide eyes.

Ventus snapped his head up at the sound of his little sister's yawn. He then smiled soflty as he tiptoed over to the couch and placed Vanitas gently down on it. He then strolled over towards Namine and picked her up carefully. "C'mon Nami, it's time for bed. When the sun is up, you'll be able to open up lots of presents." Before he knew it, the little girl was already fast asleep in his arms. Strange as it was, Vanitas couldn't help but smile as he watched the two siblings head up the stairs.

"So," Ventus broke the momentary silence as he fixed up some hot chocolate for him and his unwanted guest, "explain to me how my tiny little sister was able to lift you and why she called you a doll."

"My dad casted a magic spell on your family to masquerade me as a Christmas present," Vanitas stated as he took the mug that was being held in front of him.

"Okay, but that still doesn't explain why you're here or why Santa would just abandon his kid on Christmas Eve."

You didn't even ask why, dumbass.

Vanitas let out a sigh as he continued to speak. "Apparently I've been getting on my old pop's nerves for a while now, so it was his dumb idea to drop me off at the most 'well behaved' child's home...and apparently, that child is you." Ventus was still quite confused, which Vanitas could tell. He sighed once more, the sigh sounding more aggravated. "Long story short, he wants you to turn me into a good person or something." Ventus stood there, brooding over what he had just heard. He wanted to know more, but before he could ask another question, Vanitas yawned deeply.

"It's really early in the morning, yeah? Why don't we save the Q & A for later and get some shut-eye, 'kay?" The dark haired boy then rolled over onto his side so he was facing the wall the couch was up against and drifted off into slumber.