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“It’s all ready,” Athrun breathed, stepping backwards to admire their work. Kira hugged him, resting his head on Athrun’s shoulder, and gazed happily at the decorations.
Everyone had agreed to meet at Athrun’s house, where Kira lived as well. It would be the perfect Christmas party. The food was all ready, set out buffet-style, and there was punch, sodas, water- all kinds of drinks. Of course, the Christmas cake would come later, but it was finished as well.
And so were the decorations. Tinsel was scattered all over the room; snowflake, bell, and tree cut-outs hung from every corner. A gigantic Christmas pine, bristling with candy canes, beads, lights, and ornaments too numerous to name, stood proudly in one corner, gleaming and glittering in the light. Streamers fluttered gaily, gold, silver, green, and red, from the ceiling. A real fire crackled and hissed, a huge collection of dancing flames, in the large fireplace. It was quite the festive picture.
Feeling very proud of himself and Kira, Athrun squeezed his love tightly. “Yzak and Dearka should be here soon.”
“They should be here now, actually,” Kira said, checking his watch. As if on cue, the doorbell rang.
Kira kissed Athrun lightly on the cheek and ran to get the door. Yzak and Dearka stood outside, shivering a little in their heavy coats.
“It has no right to be this cold without snowing,” Dearka grumbled.
“Ah, be quiet. There’s a snow forecast for this evening,” Yzak replied, hanging up his coat. “This place looks incredible!”
“Worked hard on it,” Kira answered.
“It looks to be worth the hard work.”
“More than worth it.”
They looked at each other for a minute, savoring the warmth of the Christmas season. In a playful mood, they had agreed to a certain dress code, and it seemed like it had been a good idea. They all wore the same turtleneck, pants, and socks- at least, the same design and cut.
“Brings out the Christmas spirit,” Kira noted.
“More than brings it out, breathes life into it,” Yzak said poetically, shooting Dearka a glare that clearly said, Tease me and you die. Athrun and Kira groaned in unison as Dearka backed off, mock hurt.
“No chasing, screaming, and inflicting pain on Christmas day, you two,” Athrun warned.
Yzak sighed in defeat and Dearka, grinning, hugged him. “Aw, Yzak wouldn’t dream of it, would you, angel?”
“You didn’t say anything about killing,” Yzak said to Athrun very bluntly. Dearka took the hint, giving Yzak one last squeeze before releasing his blushing love. Athrun laughed, leaning against Kira, who took the opportunity to kiss him full on the mouth.
This time is was Yzak and Dearka laughing.
Slightly flushed, Athrun and Kira broke apart. “’Tis the season,” the latter said with a mischevious grin on his face.
“I noticed.”
“Do you think they’ll like it?” Dearka asked abruptly. “Our clothing idea, I mean.”
“We all know what you’re talking about,” Yzak informed him.
Kira was dressed all in crimson red. The vibrant color radiated the warmth of his nature; it brought out the flush of his cheeks and the blushed tinge of his skin. His expressive violet eyes and rich chestnut hair only served to better display the ardent liveliness he represented.
Athrun was clothed in verdant green- the green of forests, of grass. The gorgeous viridian set off his lighter turquoise eyes and his long, dark cobalt hair. This mix of greens and blues, darkly beautiful, brought out his strict nature, and yet, also showed the yearning of freedom and joy.
Yzak was garbed in shining silver. Coldly beautiful, his ice blue eyes and matching straight hair, combined with the luster of his clothing, made him look like an angel, frostily pure and untainted, if not innocent. The sheer colors- blue and silver- made him look ethereally lovely, complex and not as simple as his fair outside showed.
Dearka was clad in radiant gold- sheer gold, deep and dark. He radiated blazing light, glowing in the firelight like the sun itself. Combined with his blond hair and deep purple eyes, the gold made him the opposite of Yzak- real and solid, not intangible, but somehow untouched by humanity, sin, trouble.
“It’s perfect,” Kira offered quietly. In truth, they all thought the same thing, and both couples knew it.
As the doorbell rang with new arrivals and Kira once again hurried to answer it, Dearka’s apt words lingered in the air, as real snowflakes slowly began to fall outside.
“Christmas colors.”
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