Angel Sanctuary Fan Fiction ❯ The Twelve Days of Christmas ❯ Ladies Dancing ( Chapter 9 )

AN: Extreme fluff alert, yay. I can't believe I'm actually enjoying writing a canon couple... wait, could Rosiel and Katan be considered canon...? Heh. But in any case, this drabble is Setsuna/Sara. MORE chibiness, it's set when they're both somewhere between five and ten. `Nine ladies' refers to the nine fruits of the Holy Spirit: love, joy, peace, longsuffering, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. All pleasant-sounding things, so in spite of it being somewhat ironic again, I thought it would be good for such a cutesy couple.

 

Nine x Ladies Dancing

 

“Agh! Wake up already, big brother!”

 

Setsuna groaned. “Ugh... Nnh, S-Sara? 'S still vacation, isn't it...?”

 

“Yeah, but-”

 

He rolled over with his back to her. “Ug. Lemme sleep...”

 

“-but it's snowing!”

 

He cracked open one eye. “Hn?” Sara beamed as he scrambled to the window.

 

“Wow!” her big brother exclaimed, obviously totally awake now. “So cool! Let's go build a snowman!”

 

Sara grimaced. “We can't. Not until mom and dad wake up; you know we'll get in trouble if we don't have breakfast first.”

 

Setsuna smirked. “But if they're still in bed right now, they won't know. C'mon, we can go out the window!”

 

Sara's eyes went wide. “Wha-? Brother, no!”

 

(Five minutes later...)

 

Sara cackled as she stuffed snow down the back of Setsuna's coat. “You're it!”

 

“GAHyaaa!”

 

Setsuna pounced, snow in hand, to exact immediate revenge, but he over-judged his leap and sent them both tumbling. When they rolled to a stop, Setsuna stared down at her for a moment as Sara stared back up at him. “Heh heh,” he said, and to her surprised, brushed snow off her nose. Then he rolled off her to lie in the icy cold beside her.

 

“Y'know,” Sara eventually said, blinking up at the falling snow, “I think we're too far away to even hear if mom calls. We'll be in so much trouble-”

 

“Feh,” Setsuna said scornfully, and somewhat more bravely than he felt. “They're both idiots, then. They should know we're old enough to take care of each other by now.”

 

Something about the way he said `each other' instead of `ourselves' made Sara giggle. “You can't even scramble an egg!”

 

“That's you're job!” he said, and she pouted. Setsuna rolled over on his side, and Sara was struck by how suddenly serious he looked. “And it's my job to protect you from bullies - and idiots! So if we get in trouble, I'll tell them it was all my fault, that you didn't want to come out at all. Because it's true anyway, isn't it?”

 

Sara stared at him. He looked so very earnest... that she couldn't help but stuff snow in his ear. “Totally. I don't want to be here at all,” she intoned, and then shrieked gleefully as she ran away to avoid having snow rubbed in her hair.

 

TBC