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elementalhero) wrote2009-12-25 11:15 pm
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Christmas Request o1
Incoming flist spam! The first of my Christmas drabble requests~
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Fandom: Naruto/Squarewarts
Characters/Pairing: Sasuke
Prompt: Obligated to be a bell ringer in a Christmas choir
Title: Sasuke's Christmas Miracle
Rating: G
Christmas at Hogwarts was often an elaborate affair. There were, of course, the customary twelve huge Christmas trees that adorned the Great Hall, and the tinsel and silver and gold and other decorations of all kinds that bedecked the halls and dorms with glittering reminders of the season. There were the Christmas feasts whipped up by the moogles, and snowball fights, and ice skating on the frozen lake.
And then there was the yearly bell choir. A task so loathed, so hated universally, that it was actually run like jury duty. Every year, names were drawn from every year in every House to be part of the Hogwarts Christmas bell choir.
This year was Sasuke’s year.
Thankfully enough, it was also Sakura’s year, so he had someone to complain at during rehearsals.
“You know,” Sasuke would say, “I have always hated Christmas.”
“No you haven’t,” Sakura would say, rolling her eyes. “I’m sure you liked it when you were little.”
Ignoring her, he would roll on about how Santa Claus was a huge cultural lie, about how a special time of year to be with family totally made him depressed all the time, about the year Itachi got the prized Tonka truck while Sasuke had to be content with the set of Tinker-toys—all sorts of good reasons to bear a grudge against a holiday. This happened about once a week for the four weeks of December. Until, finally, it was Christmas Eve.
“Disaster” would be too kind a word.
The first-years dropped their bells, the seventh-years didn’t show up, and Sasuke got whacked by the clapper of a bell that had broken and been flung out of a fourth-year’s hand so violently that the bruise it left began to swell up almost immediately.
“It could have been worse?” Sakura suggested, attempting to comfort him after the performance.
“Name one way.”
“You could have been thrown up on by that third-year down the row.”
"Great. It's a Christmas miracle."
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Fandom: Naruto/Squarewarts
Characters/Pairing: Sasuke
Prompt: Obligated to be a bell ringer in a Christmas choir
Title: Sasuke's Christmas Miracle
Rating: G
Christmas at Hogwarts was often an elaborate affair. There were, of course, the customary twelve huge Christmas trees that adorned the Great Hall, and the tinsel and silver and gold and other decorations of all kinds that bedecked the halls and dorms with glittering reminders of the season. There were the Christmas feasts whipped up by the moogles, and snowball fights, and ice skating on the frozen lake.
And then there was the yearly bell choir. A task so loathed, so hated universally, that it was actually run like jury duty. Every year, names were drawn from every year in every House to be part of the Hogwarts Christmas bell choir.
This year was Sasuke’s year.
Thankfully enough, it was also Sakura’s year, so he had someone to complain at during rehearsals.
“You know,” Sasuke would say, “I have always hated Christmas.”
“No you haven’t,” Sakura would say, rolling her eyes. “I’m sure you liked it when you were little.”
Ignoring her, he would roll on about how Santa Claus was a huge cultural lie, about how a special time of year to be with family totally made him depressed all the time, about the year Itachi got the prized Tonka truck while Sasuke had to be content with the set of Tinker-toys—all sorts of good reasons to bear a grudge against a holiday. This happened about once a week for the four weeks of December. Until, finally, it was Christmas Eve.
“Disaster” would be too kind a word.
The first-years dropped their bells, the seventh-years didn’t show up, and Sasuke got whacked by the clapper of a bell that had broken and been flung out of a fourth-year’s hand so violently that the bruise it left began to swell up almost immediately.
“It could have been worse?” Sakura suggested, attempting to comfort him after the performance.
“Name one way.”
“You could have been thrown up on by that third-year down the row.”
"Great. It's a Christmas miracle."