Title: During Christmas
Status: Complete
Characters: Anon(E2), Fang(E2)
Rating: SFW
Classification: One Shot
Author: NiBBa_with_a_Gimp2


>It was that time of the year.
>It was that time of the night.
>When the winter chills slowly arrived.
>The streets are lit up with all manners of lighting and with all manners of decoration.
>Pines, hanging lights, bows, reindeers and Santa Claws.
>The pale yellow brights been stretched across houses are forming these holiday shapes too.
>Or the lights just been lazily spiraled around the cold iron of the lamp poles.
>The windows of the the shops, despite most of them being already closed.
>Were still lit up, presenting various gifts for Christmas that one could buy for their loved ones.
>...
>You hated it...
>Or the be exact.
>You hated the fact that...you can't hate it.
>It reminded you of better times.
>That.
>You can't get back to.
>When you were young, despite the the somewhat strict aura that been oozed not only from your parents, but from your very childhood home.
>The Holiday season were always the time of rest love and most importantly gifts, when you were younger.
>Calmity and simplicity.
>That's what the holiday seasons meant to you.
>As you lazily walk down the frozen streets, you light up a cigarette.
>And more memories start to flow back to you.
>There were other times, not "calm and easy" like your childhood.
>It was full of strife and emotions...but...
>Those were the times when you were most happy.
>Those were the times when you were...with her.
>Fuck.
>You once again deeply inhale the cig.
>And letting it out as s fine vapor from your lungs.
>Once Again.
>Fuck.
>You Anon are one big of a fuckup.
>You just...don't want to think about her.
>You try to repress the memory of that night, but it always comes back.
>Your gaze slowly turns toward to the pawment under your feet.
>But even the dirty snow that resides beside the road, with it's grayness reminds yourself of her.
>Hell.
>You just can't escape it.
>Why are you even compare Fang to something dirty, the only dirty thing is you.
>People can't change my ass...
>You changed.
>For the worse.
>As your self infused Golgotha starts to pain you more, your eyes searching for a refuge.
>Somewhere dark, that is not littered with these over bearing Christmas decorations.
>As you look around you spot a still open DinoMart.
>And next to it an alleyway.
>A tight and dark alleyway, where the only decorations are trashcans and trash bags.
>And the occasional littered trash.
>Perfect.
>You quickly dash towards the alleyway.
>Your new found harbourage not only shelters from those eyesore of a decorations, but from the cold winds too.
>As you penetrate into the alleyway even deeper, you find a door with one weak light above it, and a conveniently placed ashtray next to it.
>Even more perfect.
>No stupid light, no stupid wind and you don't have to hold on to the ciggi butts until you find a trashcan.
>A perfect place to chainsmoke this fucking holiday away.
>You won't hesitate.
>You light an other one and watch as the sparkles slowly turn into pale grey ash as they hit the bottom of the ashtray.
>In your thoughts, you thank to whoever listens to you, for this small paradise, among the overwhelming decorations.
>Truly a safe Haven.
>Yo just barely think of this, you can see the big alleyway door open.
>A light grayish shapes starts to form as the door opens up more and more.
>No, no, no.
>NO!
>Am I going insane because of the guilt?
>No it must be someone else, there are probably hundreds of gray dinos in Vulcadera Bluffs.
>But as the door is fully opens you spot...
>Her...
>All the shades of light grayish blue dancing across on her body, that is not hidden by an DinoMart uniform.
>Her hair is cut short like a pixie cut and both of her forearms are decorated with various tattoos.
>Her gaze...or what you can see of it since she is looking sideways are much paler than all those years ago.
>Her fiery amber gems are paler a bit.
>But it's her.
>Fang...
>Her eyes slowly start to move towards thee alleyway that she is about to enter.
>In her hands she carries two large trash bags.
>"Alright Frankey, I'm taking out the trash then wee...ca-an...close...."
>Her gaze all now focused on you.
>She stares at you blankly.
>Like someone who just seen a ghost.
>This is probably how you look at her back too.
>The trash bags that she is holding, fall down to the ground of the cold alleyway.
>In her shocked states she start's to mutter something.
>"You..."
>The word escapes from her mouth without any emotion.
>With careful steps, she slowly walks towards you.
>"You."
>She only repeats this one word.
>Now she is more than half an arms reach close to you...
>You can't take it.
>What is she going to say to...
>*SMACK*
>A fierce pain creeps across your cheek, the pains slightly puts you out of your state.
>Fang...just hit you.
>You deserved this...
>You know it...but...
>Why this is hurts so much...
>The female ptero slowly bend her back, her wings raises from her back and the look on her face almost looks like snarling.
>"YOU!"
>She shouts, then both of her hands form into a fist and start to bang on your chest!
>"YOU! YOU! YOU! YOU! YOU!"
>As the she continues to bang bang on your chest, these are the only words that escapes her mouth.
>You.
>You just stand there dumbfounded, taking a hits from this ghost of the past.
>No.
>You taking the hits from Fang.
>That you deserve.
>The hits on your chest slowly start to weaken.
>So does her voice.
>"You! You! You!...You!...You!...You!"
>*bang*
>"...You."
>"Idiot..."
>Suddenly she stops the stops her ever weakening assault.
>Now she just stand her, fits pressed towards your chest.
>The silence after her righteous attack is suffocating.
>It seems like even the faint sound of people and cars have stopped.
>Like the word itself have stopped.
"...Idiot."
>She muffles, then tears appear on her face, that as they roll down on her cheeks slowly finds their way to the pawement.
>"I...*sniff*...missed you..."
>She unfold her fist, that been resting in your chest.
>She slowly positions her arms across your chest, ending in a tight embracing hug.
>"I *sniff* missed you so much..."
>This.
>This is to much for you.
>How could she miss you when your despicable idiot ass ruined BOTH of your lives.
>NO!
>You have to speak up!
>You gulp a big.
>Then words slowly start to escape your mouth.
"Fang! I...!"
>"NO!"
>Before you can say anything, she cuts you short.
>"Anon. no."
>"..."
>"I KNOW what you want to say!"
>"This scenario *sniff* have been played out *sniff* in my mind a thousand of times!"
>"..."
>"Who was at fault? Who hurt who? Who fucked it up when? And I'm just..."
>"Tired of it Anon. I'm tired of thinking about these..."
>She raises her head.
>Her eyes are soaked, cheeks are red and her brilliant amber gems, even if just a little.
>Got back her fiery aspect.
>She hugs you even closer.
>"Please, Anon."
>"Just have let me have this..."
>Drops from above start to wet Fang's face even more.
>Looks like it's raining.
>In December.
>Strange.
>You hug her even closer.
>And the world.
>Falls into silence around you two...