The Rainbow Eyed Devil and His Songbird

Christmas

Inosuke was excited for this year's Christmas.

He was seven years old and this was the first Christmas he thinks he can get presents.
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The first Christmas he could remember as a four-year-old, his father had been arrested after neighbors had called on his mom and him being kicked against the wall. That Christmas he only remembers his mom taking care of his broken baby tooth.

No presents for him.
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His second one was cold, his mother didn't have the money to keep the electricity going and they sat curled up on their worn-out couch. He was hiding under two layers of blankets, the only lights coming from the decorated streets.

No presents for Christmas again.
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His third one was better, his mother and he had gotten close to the Kamado family. He was well fed that evening they had been invited to stay at the generational family home. It was warm and he had fun playing with the older siblings in the snow. They would watch Tanjuro perform a dance that had been passed down to each generation of Kamado.

Because of how humble they were for their setting, the Kamado family didn't do presents, liking to be with each other rather than dealing with material items.

So no presents.
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The next year's Valentine's day, his mom went on a date.

A date that led to more and more.

When his birthday came, he was treated to the best meal he ever had, an unlimited amount of meat for his seventh birthday. His mom was also being treated well.

As Inosuke dug into the fifth serving of beef belly of the night he could hear the gentle tap of glasses followed by a hand ruffling his hair.

"Inosuke-kun, there's no need to eat so fast." Inosuke looks up in mid-chew to the one paying for this night.

Those eyes holding every color he wants in a marker case, a grin below so wide. His hair was even something his mom thought was nice.

His name was Douma and his mom liked him.

He had stayed at their apartment a few times. Sleeping on the pull-out couch with them. Inosuke would sometimes wake in the middle of the night to warm up, his mom gave him the last of the blankets. Douma would have an arm sling over her, sleeping deep even on the uncomfortable couch with one leg hanging off the thing.

Inosuke liked him compared to his mother's other dates, he stuck with them even after seeing their conditions.

His mother and Douma drank their wine, Douma carrying Inosuke as he fell into a food coma. When he woke, having heard his mom crying, it was her smiling while in Douma's arms, a ring on her hand.

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He was the ring bearer at their wedding. His new stepdad had taken him to get a fitted suit and everything, brand new.

His young mind didn't understand how large this place was but one thing was for sure, the living room was big enough for a Christmas tree when his mother and Douma took him shopping to pick out a tree.

Douma had held him on his shoulders when putting the star on the top of the tree. So many new ornaments for him to put on that his mother told him not to stick them too close to the center.

The days were passing, getting closer to the big day. The Kamado family came by for dinner, Tanjiro, Nezuko, and him running around the living room before sitting down for a Christmas movie. Kotoha would bring hot chocolate later and Kie would help them and the younger Kamado children go sleep all over the living room floor.

Sleeping so close to the tree, lit up just over his head, Inosuke wishes to get presents this year.

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SANTA CAME! HE CAME!

His mother had woken him up just to sneak by the door to the living room, telling him that she saw someone very special.

Santa was skinnier than he thought, perhaps not eating as many cookies this year. His suit was puffy with fur and a full sack. He was digging through his bag, taking out present after present.

"Come, Inosuke, let's get you back to bed. We can open presents in the morning." His mother would whisper. Wonder was in his eyes at seeing Santa that he didn't argue with going back to bed.

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He couldn't fall back to sleep.

He just wanted to peek at one of his presents.

As he sneaks down, he hears the unmistakable sound of his mom's giggle. He peeks around the corner of the door frame to see...

His emerald eyes are wide.

SANTA WAS KISSING HIS MOM!!

His mom had a hand on his hat as she was dipped like she just finished a dance. Being deeply kissed by the Saint who brought presents to children.

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That next morning, he races to his papa.

"Tou-san! Kaa-san was kissed by Santa!" His mom nearly chokes on her tea that morning and Douma just throws his head back against the couch. Holding his stomach at how hard he was laughing .

"Aww Kotoha-chan, how was Santa?" His Tou-san would get into her space. Leaning in and lifting her chin to look him in the eye. Inosuke doesn't see the mischief in his eye because he is too focused on picking his first present for the morning.

"How good of a kisser was he? Can your poor husband get a demonstration ?"

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That morning, he had gotten so many presents for his first proper Christmas. New clothes and much more.

Douma would say for his honesty, he would sign him and Tanjiro up for whatever class they wanted.  They would choose karate and soon Nezuko would join them, showing them how to truly kick.

His dad would laugh at how much he was enjoying himself, even when his mother worried he would break another vase in the house.

BEST CHRISTMAS EVER!