A/N: Merry Ghristmas everybody! :3 I hope you're all enjoying the holidays with your family and what not. And for those of you who don't celebrate the Ghristmas cheer, merry Christmas! Yea, I celebrate both. *puts on sunglasses and ghetto hat*

Uhh...don't hurt me, but I wrote this up in about...five minutes? Yea, total slacker, I know... And do I even have a start on the next chapter? As of when I wrote this...no. I do not. :|

Ghirahim awoke to the sound of bustling somewhere in his mansion. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he slithered out of his warm bed. He surpassed a yawn as he made his way over to his over-sized closet. Peering inside, he tried to decide what he would wear on that cold, December morning. He went with the usual white, diamond-hole, tight cloth, and added his yellow belt, adorned with its glistening red gem.

When he was putting his diamond earring in, he heard a loud crash, followed by numerous hushed threats and orders. Curious, Ghirahim slinked out into the hallway, and stealthily made his way to the source of the sound. The whispers led the way to the kitchen, where the fire was lit, and there was something boiling in the pot above the blazing fire.

Ghirahim soon found the mess he was expecting. Spilling out of the pantry was six bags of flour, all of them torn open and the white powder pouring out all over the floor. Fresh ginger and sugar canes were strewn about the place, and there was also honey, chocolate beans and ground coffee mixed into the wide mass of flour. Ghirahim could even see the bright red hair of one of his servants peeking through the mess.

"What is the meaning of this?" He asked in a tone that hinted at the anger he felt rising up.

"Master Ghirahim!" a blond boy spoke in fear of seeing his master. "We were only..."

"Yes? Only what?" narrowing his eyes at the servant, Ghirahim tried to seek the answer he knew would spill out of his servant's mouth.

"We were only rearranging the supplies pantry for extra storage space. This winter may be harsh." the blond finished his lie. Ghirahim knew because the boy's voice was trembling in fear, and hope. Ghirahim bent down so he was eye level with his servant.

"Dreath, this is your sixteenth year serving me, isn't it?" Dreath nodded his head, blond hair spilling over his right eye at the motion. "And yet you still think me a fool!" Ghirahim's voice had quickly risen to almost that of a scream, and he sent the back of his hand flying across the blonde's cheek.

"Don't think I didn't hear you and the others humming last night!" Dreath cringed at his master's words. He tried to shrink down into the floor, but that never seemed to work when needed most. "I am no fool. I will not tolerate this kind of behavior. You all know the rules." Ghirahim's voice had now dropped to that of a whisper, but one that suggested pain if not listened to.

At that time, the boy with the read hair scrambled out from under the sweet mass of ingredients. His eyes went wide at the sight of a small amount of blood trickling down from his friend's nose. They went even wider when Ghirahim turned to face him.

"Now, clean up this mess, and don't ever let me catch you doing it again."

"Yes, Master." both boys said in union.

A fluffy body brushed against Ghirahim's legs as he stormed off in search of his other servants, but he took no notice of the cat. He was going to remind all of his servants of the one thing they seemed to forget every year.

Ghirahim despised Christmas.

A/N: I promise, I shall work on the next chapters. You'll most likely get an update every day until completion, so no worries there. I had planned on being finished by Christmas evening, but that will never happen. Will it? T.T

And if you did not catch, Dreath is my OC servant for Ghirahim. Probably won't ever show up out of this story, unless the masses beg for his return. The same with the red-head. Want me to give him a name? Well, I'll let you guys decide on that. So, shout out a name if you want him to have one. Please, no dirty words, strong language, or regular/everyday names. I hate that, when an OC born in the Zelda universe in named something like, "Sarah," or "Ted." At least be creative people. T.T

Merry Christmas!