I don't own Yugioh Zexal. It belongs to its respective owners.

A/N These just get harder and harder to write for some reason. This will be the last one for a while so I can continue working on the Arcshadow.

We Wish You A Barian Christmas

Nasch had never heard a more idiotic idea in his life. Well, as long as she didn't embarrass him, he guessed he'd be fine.

Merag poked her brother's nose. "We're doing this, and you're not going to stop me. It's Christmas. It's only fair to explain it to the other Emperors. End of story."

Nasch sighed under his breath. "Fine, Merag. Just don't make me do anything stupid."

She snapped her fingers, and half of the floating crystal of the realm turned green. "That's better." She walked into the meeting room.

He followed his younger sister, scared for the outcome. There she was, sending a message to the other five Emperors for a meeting. It had taken some time for him to get used to the idea of someone else's thought in his head, but it felt alright after some time.

The Seven Emperors stood in a circle as normal. Because Merag had called the meeting, she sat on the throne. She laughed to herself. It felt powerful to finally be there.

Alito smashed his fist against a once-red floating crystal. "What's this about? Did something happen to Barianworld that I should know? Who did this, and can I punch them when we learn who did?"

Merag shook her head. "No, Alito. There will be no punching me. I turned the crystals green because it's Christmas. This tree is part of the tradition. It's a time where we give each other gifts and celebrate good times together," she explained.

Dumon tilted his head. "Is this the holiday that the Earthens celebrate in late December? The one with the man who breaks into your home and places gifts inside socks held over a fireplace?"

Vector laughed. "Well, that's stupid. Am I right? Who in their right mind would believe that? Or wrong, maybe!" He made a face, or the closest thing to it.

Merag frowned. This wasn't going how she thought it would. "I did, Vector. But anyway, I think it'd be a good idea for us to have some kind of Secret Santa gift exchange."

The Emperors met her words with more confusion.

"We put our names in a hat and each pick one. Then, without telling who we got to the person, they are given the gift. Good enough explanation for you?"

They nodded. Each did as she explained, well if a little unsure.

In her hand was Alito's name. Shouldn't be that hard…right?

Yeah… She didn't know him very well and had no idea what he would want. The best she could do was give him something fighting-themed. What else did he even like?

"Oh, uh, thanks Girag. I'll be sure to use this in the future," Nasch said, trying to figure out what it was.

"Yep. Carved it myself. It's a raccoon. Just like Ponta!"

Obviously.

Mizar frowned deeply. The moment he opened the box, glitter exploded in his face. As the sequins dropped off the white feathery mask, his displeasure greatened. In the box was a singed dragon scale. Angrily he turned to Merag.

"This is a human's idea of a good time? Maybe now you'll understand my hate for them!" he insulted.

Her white and magenta face turned a strange pinkish shade. "That's…ugh. Fine. Alito, do you like your gift?"

He eyed it a third time. "Uh, yeah I guess. I already have three of them."

He was Alito. Why wouldn't he.

But no matter. Note to self. Never have a Barian Christmas again.

"Thanks, Mizar. Merry Christmas to you as well." She hung up the call.

How strange this was. It had been a year since Astral had changed the timeline. What a change it had been.

And maybe, Christmas with the six other former Emperors might not be such a bad idea after all.