Hello, My Name Is...

Christmas

Christmas was approaching, though, for many this didn't mean much. For The Genius it simply meant going through the prison and giving the inmates a gift; for Shy it meant singing some songs at the demand of everyone present, including a certain man she wished would just ceased to exist; for the rest of the world, it meant giving and receiving cards and yearning for the signature to be a real, proper, name; and for a small group of friends it meant wanting to see a certain pink-haired introvert, and having to spend the holiday alone. As the "party" came to an end, and The Genius started leaving, he stopped to ask a question just once more.

"Come on, join me for the rest of your sentence. Please?" he attempted a kind smile.

"No."

"Look, I get that you hate him, I mean who wouldn't?" interjected one of the prisoners, a man in his late twenties, "but at least ya won't be stuck here in the cold!"

"I don't want to," Shy replied, shivering slightly.

Frustrated, The Genius unlocked the door to her cell, and, taking her arm, led her out of the room. Her arm was ice cold, her hands cracked in dry sores, her voice was strained.

"If you won't come willingly," he started.

"I thought you said that you were letting me have a say?"

"I also told you you have no real say, therefore, since you won't comply I decided to use force."

"And you wonder why I hate you." She spoke under her breath, but was still heard.

The grip on her arm tightened and she was pinned to a wall. The Genius's face inches away from hers, his breath warm on her red face.

"And you wonder why I use force," he growled.

Resuming his original pace, he dragged Shy through an unfamiliar set of corridors, his captive desperately trying to keep up. They approached an ornate door, the cherry wood was carved in several patterns resembling flowers and varying designs. She only had a moment to take it in however, as The Genius opened the door and dragged her inside.

"I don't have any guest rooms, so you'll have to share with me," a smirk played on his lips.

"I-I don't think-" she stuttered.

"Don't worry, you'll sleep there," he gestured to a sofa in the corner.

Shy released a breath she hadn't realised she was holding and was startled by the sound of The Genius laughing.

"What?" she asked indignantly.

"You thought that I'd make you sleep with me," a playful glint in his eyes.

"Well, it certainly doesn't seem beneath you," she mumbled.

He froze, unsure of how to respond if he attempted defence she'd bring up the massacres, if he responded with violence, it would simply prove her point.

"Goodnight, Shorty."

"Goodnight."

* * *

A knock resounded through Puns' home. Opening the door, he found a dishevelled Aro on the other side. Christmas Eve has always been stressful for him, but this was different from the usual frustration he expressed on the holiday.

"Dude, you look horrible!"

"Merry fucking Christmas to you too," Aro deadpanned.

"Sorry. What's wrong?"

"Shy's arrested."

"Again?" he exclaimed

"Yes. Again. Now I would appreciate it if you didn't bust my eardrum, thank you very much."