Karaoke Night
25 Years Later...
A Very Student Council Christmas
Sharks and Minnows
Katawa Shoujo: The Musical!
So She Dances
Hokkaido: a Turning Point
Where Are They Now?
Freaks and Friends Super Happy Funtime Christmas Special (You Are Here)
Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow
Two Halves Make a Hole
The Death and Return of Niji
Meeting Miki
War Diary 31-10-2007
Three Bits of Silliness
Onsen a Lifetime (Separate Thread)
A Christmas Sketch (Separate Thread)
A Convenient Distraction
Dreams By Firelight
Dear Hisao (Separate Thread)
Samosa Surprise (Separate Thread)
Father Knows Best (Separate Thread)
My own submission for Seasonal Solstice Secret Santa Short Story Sharing Session. Much as I appreciate Mirage's efforts to make a consolidated thread, I'm far more comfortable crowding out my in work than feeling like I'm smothering someone else's work.
I drew Oddball; his prompt: I just want something with my girls. A Hachisame, Hitomi, Time Warp-tan fic.
Freaks and Friends Super Happy Funtime Christmas Special
By the time Tana heard the alarm, her hand had already hit the snooze button. It did its job, though – she was awake. And today was Christmas Eve.
Not that that was a big deal – no boy for Tana this year. But she still had plans. Uncle Kaito was hosting a party for her and her friends. Nothing big, but it was something to do, and would probably be fun. At the very least, the food would be good.
But first things first – time to get dressed. And Tana had the perfect outfit in mind – a cute green velvet dress that would set off her red hair perfectly. Red woolen stockings, too. The dress was a little too big in the chest area, but she figured that was just an excuse to wear her padded bra.
Getting dressed was always a weird experience for her, because of her condition. Due to a brain malformation, she lives a few seconds out of sync with the world, earning her the nickname “Time Warp”. The good news is that it's just her conscious brain that's affected – the doctors say that routine, automatic tasks are handled by her cerebellum, meaning she doesn't think about them while she's doing them. If it weren't for Miss Bellum, she truly would be helpless.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at her door.
The door was thrown open, revealing a girl in a wheelchair with short bleach-blonde hair.
“You're not letting me swim today, so I'm not letting you sleep! Put that in your pipe and smoke it!”
“Come in,” Tana called, to the girl who was already making herself at home in the disaster zone that was Tana’s room.
The girl in the wheelchair – Hachisame – had a thick festive blanket on her lap, and was wearing a knit sweater that was an eye-searing clash of colors that would probably form seasonal figures, it someone could stand to look at it long enough to try making sense of it.
For once, Hachisame was almost at a loss for words. “Wait, you're ahead of me? How the hell did that happen?”
A moment later, Hachisame decided it wasn't important. “No matter, let's go bug Hitomi.”
“Maybe all your eating is catching up to you, and now you're getting fat and slow,” Tana playfully rejoined.
Too late, of course. Hachisame was already backed out of the room and turning around.
“Nice one, Time Warp. But you know it all goes to my thighs.”
“Sure thing, fattybrains.”
With Hitomi collected, and Suzu completing the group, they were ready to leave the dorm. Hitomi was so wrapped in coats and scarves that you could only see her hair and one eye. Not that that last part was unusual, but the space her other eye used to be was thoroughly covered, too. Suzu, by contrast, looked like she just wrapped herself up in her futon and started walking. In fact, that may not be an exaggeration.
This time of year, Yamaku is almost always covered in a thick blanket of snow. Tana had heard the explanation before – something about altitude, or latitude, or both, and windward sides of mountains versus leeward. Whatever the case, today wasn't any different from usual in the “everything covered in snow” category. The walkways were cleared, of course – with the number of canes and wheelchairs the school has to accommodate, clearing snow is a high priority.
As if undertaking an arctic expedition, the small group set out.
“Damn it's cold,” Hachisame complained, stating the obvious, “if we don't get to your uncle's quickly, my tits may freeze off.”
“Not like you'd be losing much,” Suzu replied dryly.
A moment later, Tana chimes in, “Don't be silly. You need to have them to freeze them off.”
“Okay, screw you, Suzu. And screw you too several seconds later. Not like you two have much room to talk. We all know that Hitomi’s got the biggest rack here. And they're natural,” she adds pointedly.
Hitomi, for her part, turned bright red – what little of her could be seen, at least. Her mumbled reply is further muffled by the coat and scarf over her mouth.
“Yeah, you tell her,” Hachisame replied, clearly having no more clue than the others what Hitomi said.
The trip to Sunshine Estates is largely uneventful, short of Hachisame explaining to Suzu why they all start giggling whenever the subject of noodles comes up.
At the door to Uncle Kaito’s, Tana had barely knocked once before the door was thrown open, revealing an older man in a garish red outfit, lined with white fur.
“Merry Christmas!” he shouted, laughing heartily, “come in, come in. Everything's ready!”
As the girls filed in, their noses were filled with the intoxicating aroma of the veritable feast set out before them. The centerpiece of the spread was a bucket of store-bought fried chicken next to a platter of what looked to be home-cooked fried chicken as well.
“Eat up,” he encouraged, “there's plenty to go around!”
Any further conversation was cut off, as the sight and smell of the food reminded the girls just how hungry they were.
“I must say, I'm a little disappointed to see all you girls here. The more the merrier, of course, but don't the guys up at that school have any sense between them?”
“All the guys I talk to are boring,” Suzu replied, “total snooze fest.”
“I haven't been looking,” Hitomi added.
Tana shrugged, “I'm not in any rush.”
“You know me,” Hachisame chimed in, “I'm too much for one guy.”
“Even an American?” Suzu asked, smirking.
“Girl, I could take two Americans at the same time.”
On hearing Hachisame's retort, Hitomi nearly choked on her drink. Suzu ignored it, disappointed that Hachisame missed the innuendo.
“You know,” Suzu mused, “that reminds me of a book we were reading in the club the other day. Something about King Aardvark or something. It used an odd term to describe a girl like you. A 'man-eater’.”
“Man-eater?” Hachisame repeated, clicking her teeth in approval, “I like that.”
As the day wore on, they played various children's games, then exchanged small gifts, Hachisame eating the whole time. The gifts were mostly jokes – half a pair of sunglasses for Hitomi, a watch that was five minutes slow for Tana, and so on.
Finally, the evening wrapped up with a beautiful Christmas cake that tasted as good as it looked.
The last pieces of cake polished off, Kaito stood up, clapping his hands.
“Well, kids, I don't mean to kick you out, but you all'd better get back to school before it gets really cold. Time to see you all off!”
With reluctance and some grumbling, the girls got up, rebundled themselves, and ventured into the cold dark night. As they departed, Kaito stood waving from the open door.
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night! Ohohohoho!”