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“Put it on.”
“I refuse.”
“Put it on.”
“Pass.”
Many variations of the single word ‘No’ were said early Christmas day by someone not as chipper, cheery or jolly. Nope. Not him. No way.
Not that anyone cared, they still wanted him to join in;Spreading cheer, opening presents and drinking eggnog(Yuck!) with a grin.
Alter, a Servant full of deadpan and sass simply ambled around and ignored us. He even thought it the perfect time to take out the trash.
Attempt after attempt, Magi and Setanta realized that he couldn’t be beat. Alters’ variation of the word ‘No’ seemed to be completely, undeniably concrete.
“But wait!” said the lighter haired Caster, “We have a secret weapon that can handle the matter.” His Lancer class counterpart took a moment before smirking with a grin.
“Yeah…With him here, there’s no way we can’t win!”
The two men called and shouted ‘til someone came out of the bedroom in a rushed and hurried clatter. “What?! What is it?!” asked poor Master Hajime thinking that something had happened;That something was the matter.
“No time!” Hissed the Lancer, “Hurry up and go! Go talk to him so we can get on with this Christmas show!”
The Servants then grabbed Hajime by the shoulders and shoved him forward, hoping that their quick little scheme would do the trick. They hoped that maybe their Master would be able to make the big fella at least feel some of the cheer from ‘ol Saint Nick.
Why is everyone rhyming? Hajime thought, more than confused as he practically went flying right into the living room.
Alter had returned from tossing the trash into the bin just then and ended up catching his Master with a surprised expression and a quick spin.
The Caster and Lancer watched from around a corner as Alter set the smaller man down. Lancer bit his lips while Caster simply frowned.
There Hajime stood, mind racing a mile per minute. His Servants said to talk to him, but he supposed that it had to be in rhyme. Rhyming was never really his thing and he knew with all of his hopeless stuttering, they would eventually run out of time. So instead he grabbed one of the red Santa hats nearby and held it in a tight fist.
Unblinking. Unwavering. He stared into his Servants’ eyes. The remaining two peeking around the corner looked on in surprise because, Hello! You’re supposed to rhyme!! This is a Christmas day story and you have to stick with the times!
Hajime didn’t care and he continued to do as he pleased. Alter was even a bit surprised until he caught on to their little scheme. He folded his arms, folded them up quick. Then he glared up at the ceiling instead of looking at the shorter man that wanted him to put on a hat like St.Nick.
Minutes ticked by, neither relenting. Hajime staring and Alter lamenting. The word ‘No’ came flying by twos and by threes. Firmer, more serious, it was something to see. The small Master was not deterred, hair slicked back all fancy as he stood firm.
“No.” A quiet moment passed before Alter said in an even firmer voice, “NO.”
The other two Servants still watched in tense silence, thinking it would never work. Then to their surprise and delight, they saw their darker counterpart snatch up the hat out of sight. In a flurry of movement, Alter donned the Santa hat with a sigh. “Fine.”
Hajime had won, this was no lie. There was no way that Alter could win against this small little cutie pie.
Now joined by his happy Servants in arms, Alter glared but relented.
Just this once--
Just for today--
He would let his Master Hajime have his way.
He received a tight, happy hug from the short little man. How annoying, He thought. With a roll of his eyes and a pat to the head, “Yeah, yeah. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays.” he said.