Angel Sanctuary Fan Fiction ❯ The Twelve Days of Christmas ❯ Maids a' Milking ( Chapter 8 )

AN: Hee, I told you there was going to be yuri (or was anyone actually looking forward to this?). Either way, I don't give a crap that they're both girls (y'know, sort of); I think Kurai/Hatter is one of the cutest possible couples in AS. I can't imagine why I hadn't written anything for them before... The `eight maids' symbolize the eight beatitudes, or those deemed worthy of God's blessings: the poor, the mourners, the hungry, the persecuted, the meek, the merciful, the pure, and the peacemakers... in other words, ooh, the irony ;) A note on the timeline: this is set sometime shortly post-series, so I'm saying that Setsuna and Sara moved into their own little place (since their parents probably wouldn't have let them live together if they'd had any say, feh). ALSO, I'm posting this a little early today, and also I might not be able to post tomorrow, because a couple of my friends are kidnapping me for the next few days :) Oh well; maybe this will give people a chance to catch up ;)

 

Eight x Maids a' Milking

 

Princess Kurai stared out across the Evils' lands without seeing from the highest window of one of the tallest towers of her palace - though this was not actually very tall at present, as the building was still in the process of being built. A light snow had driven everyone indoors, so there was not much to look at in any case. The girl blew a long bang out of her eyes (though it fell back in place right away), and her shoulders slumped a little further as she rested her chin on her arms folded on the window sill.

 

Because it was a weekend up on Earth, she had visited Setsuna today. Though `visited', she thought moodily, was really too kind a word; really she should just call the activity `spying'. She liked to look in on him from time to time, to make sure he was doing well, though in truth she was quite well aware that this was in no way good for her mental or emotional health. Kurai glowered to herself. Sometimes she thought she'd like it if she went up there only to find out he'd died, the asshole.

 

It would've been better than what she had seen today, at any rate. She hadn't realized that it was a holiday up there. Setsuna had his little apartment all decked out with strange but beautiful decorations, and he had been sitting in the living room admiring what appeared to be the centerpiece of it all, a big fir tree wrapped in a string of lights and hung with dozens of sparkling glass baubles... he had been sitting there gazing at it with such a peaceful expression on his face, and Sara curled up next to him...

 

“Oh, really now, why so glum?”

 

Kurai nearly fell out the window. “Wha - you?!”

 

The apparition before her tipped its hat, and the ridiculous parasol it had been carrying disintegrated into a shower of snow that melted instantly into nothingness the moment it touched the floor. “So good to see you again, my pensive princess. This humble jester must apologize a thousand times for not coming to see you earlier, and please believe that I have wanted to; unfortunately we have been quite busy on the lower levels of this kingdom as well.”

 

“Y-you­...” Kurai finally managed to shut her gaping mouth, and raised a hand to her head wearily. “Showing up out of the blue as usual,” she muttered, somewhat hysterically, “nearly scared the crap out of me...”

 

The Hatter smiled pleasantly, leaning against the wall next to the princess. “Though perhaps I really should have come sooner?” it mused. “You looked so adorably depressed just a moment ago, obviously in need of a jester - and on a holiday, too!”

 

Kurai glanced up in surprise. “Holiday-?” She pointed upward. “You mean the one on Earth? But that's - not something devils celebrate...”

 

“Christmas is a lovely holiday,” the Hatter declared, “with many enjoyable traditions. Take, for instance-” It snapped its fingers, and Kurai stared stupidly up at it as nothing happened.

 

“Wha-” Kurai was cut off, however, as the Hatter pressed a firm kiss to her lips.

 

“-mistletoe!” the Hatter concluded, smiling brilliantly, as Kurai stumbled backwards choking and sputtering.

 

“YOU-! Argh! I'll kill - agh...” The Hatter just chortled, however, and easily stayed out of reach of Kurai's flailing arms.

 

“See, now? Don't you feel better?” Kurai was startled still, and the Satan perched on the window ledge. “Did you miss me?” Belial murmured.

 

Kurai examined the floor. “Yeah, I guess,” she grumbled.

 

TBC