Merry Dennor Christmas!

Ghosts of Christmas Past

A Merry Dennor Christmas!

Human Dennor Fanfic.

Lukas wasn't used to emotion.

Feelings, facial expressions, mushy stuff, none of it. He despised it.

That was, until he came along.

Chapter one
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Lukas walked down the school halls, lugging around all his books. He sighed, putting on his usual emotionless, fatigued act. Lukas had acted like that for as long as he could remember.

He had recently transferred. Oh, you think transferred schools? Try countries. And of course, he was thousands of miles away from his family.

Which wasn't that bad, except he missed his little brother Emil, who was transferred to Hong Kong, China. Lukas and Emil Skyped regularly, but it just wasn't the same as being able to hold his little brother in his arms again.

Lukas and Emil's family began to fall apart five years previously. The brothers had no idea that the tension was building between their parents since Lukas's birth. In fact, they figured out that their parents were going to get a divorce, but stayed together when Emil was born.

Perhaps the divorce would have been better.

When Lukas was fifteen, Emil only nine, the arguments began. First over small things; who got to put them to bed, who got to bathe Emil, sports teams, petty reasons to fight, really.

But these arguments had something about to burst out.

~four years ago~

Lukas combed Emil's soft silver hair, frowning. Emil had just gotten out of the shower, and had neglected to comb his own hair. Their parents were having parent talk with each other, so Lukas had to step in. Plus, Lukas was afraid his parents would begin yelling at each other.

Lukas and Emil's heads jerked as they heard a shout from the living room. A second made Lukas jerk his head back, yanking on Emil's hair. "Owwwww..." Emil complained.

"Sh!" Lukas commanded, setting the comb down. "Get changed. I'll finish your hair when I get back.

Emil sighed and took away the towel that was wrapped around him, and began digging in his dresser for some clothes. Lukas silently walked out the door and closed it.

Tiptoeing down the hall, Lukas peeked around the corner to the living room, and was shocked.

His parents were arguing--not a surprise there-- but there shouts were filled with a vigor Lukas hadn't heard in them before. They were really angry.

They were bloodthirsty.

Crouching down, he craned his neck to get a better look. His parents were standing, screaming at each other, making wild gestures with their hands. They were speaking rapid fire Norwegian, and he could only pick up a couple phrases from their fast-paced verbal battle. Lukas bit his lip, hoping they would kiss and make up later.

He was just about to make himself known when his father raised his hand. Lukas realized what was going to happen a split second before it did.

His father hit his mother across the face, causing her to spin to the floor. Lukas's eyes grew wide, and he choked a little, too stunned to speak. His mother, not one to give up, stood up slowly and shoved Lukas's father into the wall, slapping him in the face. They shoved, punched, slapped, and clawed at one another. Lukas jumped up and ran over.

"STOPP, STOPP! DU VIL SÅRE HVERANDRE!" Lukas shouted, trying to wrench them apart. ((STOP, STOP! YOU WIL HURT EACH OTHER!))

His father shoved him to the side, but Lukas just tried to pry his fighting parents apart again. His father turned and punched Lukas, in blind rage. Lukas fell, his ears ringing. His face was on fire, and he felt blood trickling from his mouth. Everything was fuzzy, and he shook his head, but that just hurt more. Starbursts of light danced across his vision. His mother screamed and dropped to her knees, cradling Lukas in her arms.

"HVORDAN KUNNE DU GJØRE DETTE?!" She shrieked. "Min baby..."
((HOW COULD YOU DO THIS? My baby...))

Lukas's father stood still. "Kom ut, Emil." ((Come on out, Emil.))

Lukas looked up, and Emil crept around the corner. Tears streaked down Emil's cheeks, and he looked frightened and paler than usual. "Papa? Mama?"

Lukas bit his lip. "Speak English for the poor kid," he snapped at his parents, sitting up. "Emil, don't worry."

Emil began crying again. "Papa, why did you hurt storebror?" ((Big brother))

"I-I-I.... Uh.... I.... Well..." Lukas's father stammered. Lukas glared at him, keeping his facial expression neutral through the pain.

"Don't worry, Emil. We were just... Acting. For the Christmas play. We all have backup parts in it, and just in case the stars get sick, we'll be there." Lukas said, opening his arms. "Come on."

Emil rushed into Lukas's arms, sobbing into his chest. Lukas stroked his hair. "Let's finish combing this mess."

After combing Emil's hair and putting him to bed, Lukas sat on his own mattress, laying down and staring at the ceiling. His face still hurt, and he was pretty sure it was swelling. He touched it with a cold hand, before his door creaked open. "What." He said flatly, his voice monotonous. He kept his emotionless facade, which was a lot easier than smiling and crying.

"Lukas.... Min baby.... I'm sorry. It's your mother." She walked in quietly and sat on his bed with a sigh. Lukas rolled over, hiding the right side of his face, the hurt one. She sighed again and scooted closer. "I... Was planning on giving this to you tomorrow, but... Things... Worked out differently."

Lukas blinked. He had completely forgotten that it was Christmas Eve. But he didn't react. His mother pulled a small box from her cloak. Opening it, she pulled a small, cross shaped object from it. "To always remind you of home," she stated, clipping it in the left side of his hair gently. This pulled back some of his shaggy locks, so she leaned down and kissed his healthy cheek. "Do you need any ointment?" She asked.

"No."

His mother sighed. "Okay. Come to me if you need something. Oh, and your father may not be here in the morning." She stood up and began to walk out the door. "Oh, I forgot." She smiled softly in the dark. "That hair clip doubles as a cell phone." She turned on his blue and red lava lamp and left the room, closing the door with a quiet click.

Tears streaked down Lukas's cheeks silently as he curled in a ball. Tears turned to sniffles, and sniffles turned to sobs, muffled by the stale air. Lukas curled up and took a deep breath.

SNAP. Lukas opened his eyes to white ceilings. He looked around, and saw that he was in the school infirmary. "What..."

"You fainted in the middle of the hallway-aru." A soft voice came. Lukas looked over to see a pretty girl with long brown hair in a ponytail over her shoulder, and big brownish-green eyes. She had a pale complexion, and a small, tight mouth. She looked around twenty-three, three years older than Lukas.

Lukas moaned. "Darnit..." He sighed and sat up. "Thank you ma'am."

The girl smiled. "Don't mention it-aru~ it is my job after all~!" The girl suddenly glared at him. "And I'm a GUY ARU~!"

Lukas kept his emotionless facade. "My bad. Your name?"

The guy smiled. "Wang Yao. School doctor-aru. You're Lukas Bondevik, correct?"

Lukas nodded. "M-Hm. How am I going to get to class?"

Wang Yao smiled again. "We've got someone from your class here to pick you up."

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DUNDUNDUUUUUUNNNNN!

Okay so hej guys, Matthias here! Sheesh, that was a LOOOONG chapter! I wanted to tell you that I am making a HongIce story like this, that follows Emil's time in Hong Kong. (Onhonhonhon...) Also, I have no experience with parental arguments and violence, so forgive me if I struck a nerve.

I hope you enjoy this story!
Jeg elsker dig!
Matthias