Ah, it feels good to have written something on such
a jolt of inspiration again! I wish I had written it a little sooner
so that it could have been read on Christmas eve, but,
family and Christmas eve chores always take up ones time.
I had a dream about a night ago, where some thoughts
of an episode of Johnny Bravo punched Santa Claus came to
mind. That mingled with a lot of Red Bull drinks, and a gallon
of Mountain dew brought me to the conclusion of this idea
where I combined the episode of Johnny bravo with
The Santa Clause, Starring Tim Allen. All this and my mind is
horribly mangled from searching through piles of old Golden
Books to find "The Night Before Christmas" to get Santa's
line.
This fic is nowhere near anything like either the
episode of Johnny Bravo, or The Santa Clause, but
some of what happens in it is just plain fun. I hope you
enjoy my little Christmas Story, I know I had a lot of fun writing
it!
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
(P.S. A copy of this fic can be found at my site at this address,
http://holiday.rcbooks.org, hope that URL is right!)
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Mugen Tenchi Muyo!
Christmas Special
No Need for a Santa Clause, a Mugen Tenchi Muyo Christmas Story
By Joe McKenzie muriyaki@geocities.com
The crisp winter air nips at Kyoto's neck as he places
the stapler up against the last length of lights and puts in the
last staple to complete his masterpiece. Thirty-seven
hours of tangled cords, broken bulbs and lights that just refuse
to light he has finished it!
"Oi! Next year, I really need to remember to buy some new
lights next year!" Whipping sweat from his brow, he floats down
to ground and steps inside his house.
"I'm home!"
"Oh good! I just got done baking the pies! Are your
lights working yet? Momoko and Kyo want to see them before
they go to bed," says Ryoko, stopping briefly in her travels
between the counter and the open stove.
"Mmmmmm..... I can smell them.... Rhubarb... with
raspberries!" Kyoto drifting slowly into the kitchen. His
course to the fresh baked pie is detoured when the strong arm of
Ryoko wraps around his waist and begins hauling him back out of
the kitchen.
"No pie for you! You haven't helped me do any of the
cooking today!"
"But-But, I decorated! I went all the way to America
to get us a tree! That's gotta count for something!"
"Yes, it does," Ryoko leans in and kisses his cheek, "a
kiss."
"But, I should get some pie!"
"No pie! You didn't fix stuff the turkey, or bake the
pies, or make the rolls or-" What Ryoko would have said we'll
never know, as her words are lost when Kyoto's lips touch to
hers.
After a few seconds Kyoto pulls away. "Oh.... my
Kyoto..... mmmmm.... later." With another kiss, Ryoko slips
away and back to the kitchen, leaving Kyoto to drift over to the
family room and plop down on the couch.
However, he hadn't slumped into his chair for more than a
minute when his relaxation was shatter by a jingle jingle,
and then a THUMP!
"What in hell?!"
"What is it hun? I heard something hit the roof? Did one
of your decorations fall down"
Groaning, and dawning his coat once more, "Yeah, probably,
or its those damn kids next door. They thought it was cool to
pelt me with snowballs while I was on the roof. I fell off
three times!"
"Well, go and tell them to knock it off! You have my
permission to blast them this time."
"I won't blast them, just float around and scare a crap or
two into their shorts." Smiling, Kyoto pulls on his boots and
steps outside.
Outside, the night's sky is filled with the glow of the
6000 miniature bulbs glowing all over the outside of Minamoto
house.
Not wasting time, Kyoto, begins to levitate himself off the
ground and up onto the upstairs roof.
"Now, what the heck fell over here..."
"Ho-Ho-ho!"
"What in hell?!" Turning slowly, to not surprise the person
who just called him a ho, he comes around 180 degrees to find
himself facing a rather fat, short man wearing a red suit and
black boots. His face was merry and he had red dimples. And
when he laughed his belly shook like a bowl full of jelly.
Not waiting another second, Kyoto launches a fist flying
forward, impacting squarely in the round dimpled face of the man
standing on his roof behind him.
With a Ho-ho-whump, the fat man plummeted from the roof and
landed squarely, but softly in the branches of the large
snowball bush in the backyard.
Right in front of the kitchen window.
Right in front of Ryoko.
"KY-OOOOOOOOOOO-TOOOOOOOOO NO AHO!!!!!" came piercing
the night sky, filling Kyoto quite full of dread.
"Oh.....
fffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk...."
* * *
Twenty minutes and some bandages a bit Tylenol and a swift
kick to Kyoto's groin later, Santa is sitting on the couch in
the Minamoto family room, nursing a gin with a squeeze of lime
and massaging his broken nose.
"How was I supposed to know he existed! I thought he was
only a story!" groans Kyoto, massaging his throbbing balls in
the kitchen, making occasional passes at the pie.
Ignoring her husband, other than to occasionally
kick him again whenever he got close to the pies, Ryoko is at
Santa's side.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Claus, I don't know what came over him...
I suppose its because my husband and I are off-worlders,
and are not familiar with all of the Christmas traditions
that he did that, or the fact that he's an IDIOT!" Ryoko stops
her conversation long enough to send an angry glare at her
husband before continuing.
"I guess he didn't believe that you really existed, is all.
I hope that you can accept my apologies for what happened
on the roof."
Chuckling in that, oh-so Santa-ish style, he pats Ryoko
the shoulder and then massages his a nose a bit more. "That's
quite all right, my dear. No major harm done, its just a broken
nose, I'll have the sound imps take a look at it when I get
back. But I'm afraid that I'm in no condition to continue
my journey tonight, with my nose being broken and all. It looks
like I'm going to have to use the clause."
Mystified, Ryoko stares blankly at Santa for a few minutes.
"The Clause?"
"Yes, the Santa Clause, if you'll pardon the pun. It
basically states that he, or she, who causes actions sizable
enough to make it impossible for me to complete my journey
on Christmas Eve, must take my place as Santa for the night and
finish the job. If he or she, fails to do so, they are in
direct violation of Juraian penal code 1756-9."
"Juraian penal code?! I don't understand? I thought
you were only an earth character? How do you know about Juraian
penal laws?"
"Simple, my dear, I am an immortal of this world, as are
there many others, and because of this fact, we have long known
that there was a Juraian government. In order to operate and
keep all maters above board and free of union problems, we
naturally registered our operations under the Juraian board of
Holiday entities. Thus, under the regulations of that system,
the Santa Clause was formed. So," Santa turns his gaze towards
Kyoto, "Kyoto, must complete my journeys tonight or be arrested
under that violation."
Startled by Santa's sudden burst of amplified speech,
the leg of ham that he was chewing on winds up instead stuck
in the ceiling with a sizable chunk left in Kyoto's mouth.
"I have to what?" he mumbles between clenched teeth and
ham bits.
"You have to play Santa, simple enough. I'll stay here and
watch over your children while you and your wife make my runs
tonight. Its not too hard, my elves will lend you a hand."
"But why do I have to go?" Ryoko, the last person one would
think to whine about doing anything involving Santa Claus and
Christmas, whines as loud as she can, making the glass in
Santa's spectacles rattle a tad.
"Well, I always think it wise that if an inexperienced
husband must make my rounds, then it only intelligent for his
wife to accompany him and make sure he doesn't screw up."
Smilingly, sheepishly, Kyoto reaches for the receiver
on his phone. "I think I need to make some calls."
* * *
At the Masaki house, Tenchi and Kiyone had just tucked
themselves under the warm blankets of their bed. It was a very
comfortable place to be, soft, fluffy, and generally more
tolerable than the freezing temperature it was in the house.
Only that afternoon, the heater had broken down and Washu had
tried to fix it. Whose efforts were most generously aided by
Mihoshi, and rewarded by the quick destruction of the furnace.
To make the mess doubly annoying, it had been Christmas Eve, and
just past the hour when everything had closed for the night.
Fortunately, Nobuyuki was able to find a single heating
firm that would fix the heater, the only problem was that he
wasn't going to be able to do it until the following afternoon.
"Well, it looks like we'll be bundling up for the night,"
Nobuyuki had said, gently escorting the fuming Washu away from
the sobbing and soot coated Mihoshi in slumped on the basement
floor.
This was at 3 o'clock that afternoon, its is now two in the
morning and the outside temperature had dropped down far below
freezing, bringing the house into a state of partial
refrigeration.
Tenchi, after having stayed awake a little longer to make
sure Kiyone had fallen quite fast asleep, is snuggling himself
into bed and starting to drift off into a deep, warm slumber
when the phone begins to ring.
Fumbling an arm around in the cold bedroom air for a minute
or two, Tenchi flops his hand around on the nightstand until
he finally brings it to rest on the receiver. With a
frustrating click, he lifts the cold receiver and brings it to
his ear.
"Hello?"
"Tenchi, its Kyoto. I need your help!"
"It's two in the friggin morning! Call me back in the
morning for help!"
"It's important, and it needs to be done tonight!"
"Why is it so important? What did you do?"
"I punched Santa."
There's a stunned silence on Kyoto's end of the phone for
a minute before he finally hears Tenchi's voice bark, "You
punched who?!"
Unfazed, Kyoto repeats himself. "I punched Santa, the big
fat ass in the red suit! Now, I gotta deliver all the toys
tonight, or I'll get arrested for violating Juraian penal law!
You gotta help me! I don't know what to do!"
"Kyoto, he's only a myth, and why would Santa know anything
about Juraian law anyway, he's an earthling."
"He said something about a Registry of Holiday Entities,
long story."
"Oh, crap. Look, lemme get Kiyone and Washu, and we'll
be--"
"Oh, no. Washu is not having part in this!"
"But, she's my step mom! I can't just sneak out of the
house without her knowing! She track us or something!"
"Well, then you better bring your dad as well."
"Good plan, I'll wake Chi and we'll get over there as soon
as we can."
"Good, bring coats, its gonna be cold, the sleigh isn't
enclosed."
"Oh.... Boy."
An hour, and several antacids later, Chi-Ohki is touching
down outside of the Minamoto house. Kyoto and Ryoko are already
standing out on the front porch; both wrapped in warm clothes.
Kyoto is dressed already in the Santa outfit, looking much the
real one even without changing form.
"You know, Kyoto, I think that pillow makes you look much
more realistic."
"Thank you, kindly, Ryoko, I remember that the next time
we go out shopping, so I can buy some bigger pants."
"Well, you have been getting rounder later..."
"Can you two please shut up? I've got a hang-over."
Kyoto and Ryoko both turn their heads to look down at Chi-Ohki,
and have to cover their mouths to keep from laughing. Chi-Ohki,
the most un-cute cabbit of call that ever transversed the solar
seas is dressed much like Kyoto, only looking like the Grinch
in a Santa suit, than a cabbit in a Santa suit. "What? Kiyone
and Tenchi thought I'd look more christmasy if I dressed up like
a mini-Santa. I'm not going to argue, my head hurts too much."
Snickering, Ryoko smiles at Chi-Ohki. "Well, it does look...
cute, on you." "I am not cute! Do not call me by that word!
For cuteness, does not a Chi-Ohki make!" "You're cute, now shut
up you silly cabbit." Kiyone, robbed in a young misses Claus
costume steps up behind Chi-Ohki and pulls his Santa hat down
over his face, muffling any further outbursts. "You guys ready
to go?" Taking a look from Tenchi to Kiyone, and then from
Kiyone to Tenchi, and then back again, Kyoto sticks out his
tongue from between the furry strands of his beard. "Thank
you, Mr. and Mrs. Claus junior." "You might want to get going,
you've only got till sun-up to have the whole job done." All
five of them turn slowly and both Kiyone and Tenchi go wide-eyed
and lip-locked. Kiyone is the first to sputter out a word.
"S-S-Santa Claus?" Without warning, Kiyone lets out a
whee! and bolts towards the chubby man, knocking him on his
back. She quickly sits on his knee and begins listing off
things she wants for Christmas.
"...And a super Galaxy police Darcy Doll.... And a plush
cabbit..."
Tenchi has to gently extradite his wife from the old man's
knee and carries her back towards the group. "Eh... sorry....
Santa..."
Once the group is together again, Tenchi opens his mouth
to ask a question that had been on his mind through all of the
oddities of the evening.
"Um... Kyoto, where's the sleigh?"
Grinning, Kyoto jerks a thumb to his left. Sitting parked
neatly on the snow-covered lawn is Santa's sleigh. In the back
rests a giant sack of toys, the top barely being held closed
by the red belt around it. Sitting atop this bag are two
diminutive figures, neither taller than Chi-Ohki. The rounder
of the two hops off the bag and skips through the snow to them.
"Greetings! You must be Chris's fill-ins tonight, I'm Ike
the elf, and my brother Kie and me will help you do the job. We
better hurry, time is crucial in this job, and there's never
enough in one night, even if you can travel faster than time!"
With the elf brothers' help, the five clambers aboard the
sleigh, gritting their teeth as the floor boards groan under
Chi-Ohki's weight.
"So, how do I make it go?"
Kie smiles, and points towards the reins. "Simple, grab
those and then just say the line from all of the Christmas
movies with Santa in it!"
Kyoto grabs the reins and for a minute ponders the elf's
answer. Then, like the switching of a light, the words fill his
head and with a might snap of the reins, Kyoto recites the most
famous words of Christmas.
"Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen! On Comet!
On Cupid! On Donder and Blitzen! To the top of porch! To the
Top of the wall! Now dash away, dash away, dash away all!"
Absolutely no one aboard the sleigh, not even the elves
who had rode it countless millions of times before, were
prepared for the sudden burst of speed the sleigh gave as they
raced from the ground and up into the night sky.
Out of all who were riding, the least prepared was
Chi-Ohki, dangling from the back of the sleigh, hanging on to
only a long piece of ribbon coming out of the enormous bag of
presents.
"I hate flying!!!" was the last sounds that Santa heard
from his sleigh as it shot off into the sparking blanket of
lights in the sky.
"I sincerely hope they make it, I've never seen the
reindeer go that fast. Hehe, that poor cabbit, he's going to
never want to fly again! Well, now, I have some work to do."
* * *
"Slow this thing down, Kyoto!" Washu, who and her husband
had remained quiet during the entire arrival and boarding
of the sleigh, are now the loudest voices in the night's sky as
the world below races past.
Pulling back a little on the reins to bring the reindeer
into the check, Kyoto turns back to face his Washu and Nobuyuki.
"You two have no Christmas spirit at all!" With a wink,
Kyoto turns back to face Ike, who is sitting on the floor in the
front of the sleigh. "Alright, Ike, what do we do first?"
"Well, first we check the list of good little boys and
girls and find the ones who are the closest..." Ike leans out
over the edge of the sleigh, examining the world below. "Looks
like our first stop is right down there!"
With a nod and a jerk, Kyoto brings the sleigh around and
begins a spiraling decent down to the sleeping world below.
The sleigh touches down on the first roof without much of a
sound.
"That was easy enough, now, what's next?"
"Grab yer bag!" With a wink and a nod, and a flick of his
wrist, in Kyoto's hands appeared a large bag, not nearly as
large as the one in the back of the sleigh, but just as full.
"Then, down the chimney you go!"
"Down the... gulp... Chimney?"
"Yup, lay a finger aside of your nose, and give a nod down
the chimney you'll go!"
Not quite sure, but willing to give anything a try, Kyoto
lays his finger aside his nose and does a quick nod. Before
he knows what happened, he finds himself standing in the center
of a living room in front of the fireplace.
Kyoto speaks not a word, and goes straight to his work and
fills all the stockings and then turning with a jerk. With a
smile he gazes across the room, and admires his work. The
stockings all full, ready to burst, the bottom bows of the tree,
quenched of their gift thirst. Smiling at a job well done, he
turns back to the fireplace and zips back up fast as a gun.
He returns to the roof, covered with soot, and without
a word hops on the sleigh and zips off to the next roof.
All that evening that sleigh did zip and did fly, not
waking a soul, and making no cry. Around the world they flew,
as fast as the night, and left no stocking empty that was in his
sight.
For Gensao, the old panda, he left a large book. To keep
all his fanfics, where he could take a quick look.
For Bob Cannard, the Ryoko acolyte so high, he left a
life-size doll of Ryoko, so his heart would fly.
For D.B. Sommer, the Ranma extraordinaire, he left not one,
but two Shampoo. To make sure his fics, had that extra sort of
flair.
For Karmin St. Jean, who had waited quite long, he left her
her wish, Trakal the operative, who was as confused as a fish.
For K'Thardin, Sasami's guardian for life, he left a little
doll of her, playing a fife.
From house to house that sleigh flew until it came to a
roof, one that I knew. And in a twinkling I heard on the roof,
the prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I rose from my
bed and was coming down the stairs and spinning around, down the
chimney Kyoto came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot, and
his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot. A bundle
of toys he had flung on his back, and he looked like a college
student opening his backpack.
His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry! His
cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll
little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard of his chin
was as fake as plastic snow.
The stump of a pipe he held in his teeth, and the smoke
it encircled his head like a wreath. He had a broad face and a
little round belly, which shook quite unconvincingly,
as it was pillow that was quite smelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly space pirate, and I
hoped because I saw him he wouldn't whip out a blaster and fire
it. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, and I knew that
I had plenty to dread. He spoke not a word, but went straight
to his work and filled all my stockings and then turned with a
jerk. And then laying a finger aside his nose and giving a nod,
right smack into the fireplace he rose.
He landed on the floor with an unnerving thud, and I
thought to myself, your time is up bub.
With a groan and a curse, he rose to his feet and as I
watched in amazement, he turned me into ground meat...
"Kyoto? Why did you have to punch him? He was only a
fanfic writer! He was even armed!" Chi-Ohki stands over the
fallen body of the otaku, poking at his quivering form
occasionally with a stick.
"His rhyming of in this fic was starting to make me sick--"
"You just rhymed yourself."
"AUG! -- Chi-Ohki?"
"Yeah?"
"Why do you always have to poke everything with a stick?"
"Well... look at him... look at him... He's a pudgy fun bag
of fat to play with! Let's stick him in a trash can and leave
him till morning!"
"Kyoto!"
Turning slowly and painfully around, Kyoto turns to face
Tenchi, Kiyone, and Ryoko all of whom are now standing in the
room behind him.
"You punched another one, didn't you?"
"Well..."
"You did."
"Yeah... but he was writing another rhyming Christmas
fic! Rhyming makes me sick! Especially bad rhyming!"
"But that's the seventh one! He socked his partner an hour
ago! Now, what are we going to do about this situation?"
"Put him in a trash can?"
Chi-Ohki finds himself exploring said trash can a moment
later as he comes crashing down into it from his brief trip into
orbit via Ryoko's foot.
"Hmm.... Banana peels... tasty..."
Dusting off her hands, Ryoko spins around to face her
husband. "Step aside Mister Wizard, I'm going to go put him
back in his bed, you go and do your job. Washu, kindly do NOT
improve this house's refrigerator like you did the last. I
don't think this one would appreciate it snowing shredded
carrots anymore than the last one."
"But it's science! I'm sure I can make it work right this
time! I think I know what I did wrong! I'm pretty sure its has
something to do with the light turning on and off when you open
and close the door!"
"Washu!"
"Right, going back to the sleigh now, coming Nobuyuki?"
"Uh... yes dear... I think that would be good. I think
next Christmas, we need to go have it somewhere else..."
* * *
After having returned the black-eyed fanfic writer to his
bed, and making up for it by placing several hundred plush
Ryo-Ohki dolls in the bed with him, Ryoko departs with her
husband back to the sleigh.
"Pheew.... I don't know how Santa stays fat; this gig is
tough work! Especially when those pesky writers stay up to all
hours writing on the moment inspired fan works. Don't they know
they should be in bed, like all good little boys and girls?!"
"Hun... none of them are little boys or little girls. Most
are teens or college students. Their normal hours are like
this. At least he was the last one..." Ryoko drifts from her
conversation as she scans over a copy of story the writer had
been working on.
"Kyoto, didn't we visit another person's house who called
himself... Gensao?"
"Yeah, Chi-Ohki though the exhaust pipe for his bathroom
was the chimney and got stuck. I had to sneak into the bathroom
and pull him out of the clean out plug."
"Speaking of sneaking and going through strange pipes and
chimneys, how were we able to do all that?"
"Probably, 'Christmas Magic', let's just hope it wears off
before I have to take all those decorations back down... I don't
need to be falling down a exhaust vent by accident."
With a couple jingles and a gratifying thud, the sleigh
lands back home in front of the Minamoto house. Tenchi and
Kiyone, who had fallen asleep a couple hours back, stretch
and yawn and make their way towards their car.
"Night Kyoto, Ryoko. Fun doing the Santa thing punch Santa
again next year and I'll lop yer balls off.... Oh, and Merry
Christmas!" With that, Tenchi slumps into the drivers seat of
the car, and pulls away, leaving Washu and Nobuyuki to run after
him, not wanting to be left behind.
Exhausted themselves, Ryoko and Kyoto limp into the house.
What they find is all but what they expected. Sitting on the
couch, bound up in garland, and draped with tinsel and ornaments
is Santa, Kyo and Momoko sitting next to him with mischievous
grins on their faces.
"We found Santa Claus! He tried to get away, but we caught
him!" exclaims Momoko, happily pointing at the pleading eyed
Santa.
Groaning inwardly, Ryoko steps forward and using a stylus
sized energy sword, cuts him free of the decorations.
Once his binds are loosed, Santa jumps from the couch and
hides behind Ryoko. "Save me! They captured me and tied me up!
All I wanted was a cup of hot spiced cider!"
Ryoko looks down scornfully at her children. "What are you
two doing up this late? And look what you did to Santa! Do you
think he's going to leave you any presents now? You two might
be lucky if you get lumps of coal! Now, get to bed both of you
and don't let me see a single peek from those eyes till I make
breakfast tomorrow!"
With a quick swat on their butts, Kyo and Momoko dash off
upstairs and dive quickly back into their beds and fall fast
asleep.
As soon as they're out of earshot, the three adults begin
to laugh riotously.
"I've never had so much fun in my life! I need to get my
nose broken more often! It's been a wonderful Christmas,
Kyoto, Ryoko. Now, off to bed, both of you, or you'll find no
presents in your stockings!"
With a grin and a nod, Kyoto and Ryoko dash off upstairs
as quickly as their children had and soon fall fast asleep in
their bed.
Sometime around four to five in the afternoon, the sounds
of glee and the clamor of happiness rouse Kyoto and Ryoko from
their slumber. Both wrapped in bathrobes, they make their way
downstairs to the family room.
When Kyoto's eyes clear, what he sees nearly drops him on
his rear.
From floor to ceiling, and some hanging from tree boughs
the family room is filled with presents. One of the strangest,
for Kyoto, is the new car sitting parked next to the tree with
a little toy train racing around it.
"Whoa... now those are some presents..." However, Before
he can even pour his first cup of coffee, the phone begins to
ring.
"Hello?" with a delayed action of lifting the receiver
and responding to his son's cries of "Santa came! Santa came!"
Kyoto places the speaker to his ear.
"Kyoto, this is Tenchi! We've got a problem!"
"If you punched the Easter bunny, forget it!"
"No, our family room is filled with presents, Sasami and
the girls are practically swimming through all the presents.
What's it like over there?"
Kyoto gazes around the room, taking a quick look over the
cornucopia of gifts.
"Yeah, bout the same. Still showing up for Christmas
dinner? Ryoko made extra stuffing for your father this year."
"Wouldn't miss it! See you about nine, we slept in pretty
late."
"Alright, see you then!"
With a satisfying click, Kyoto returns the receiver to the
base and then makes his way over to the couch and plops down
with out another thought. As he sips on his coffee and takes
in the scene, Kyo brings over a gift to his father.
"Dad, I found this for you! Its got a tag on it that says
is a special present from Santa!"
Smiling, Kyoto takes the large tissue paper wrapped package
onto to his lap and quickly unties the bow. Inside are two
boxing gloves and a set of teeth protectors. Trying on the
gloves, Kyoto makes a few quick punches. Then, what he sees in
the bottom of the package fills him with fear. In the bottom
is a note from Santa, on which is written, "Round two is next
year."
THE END
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