•❅──────✧❅Halloween❅✧──────❅•

The October night was crisp, with the faint hum of autumn wind rustling through the nearby trees. Moscow, cloaked in the dusky orange of jack-o'-lantern lights and the occasional flicker of haunted house decorations, was gearing up for Halloween. It wasn't a holiday traditionally celebrated in Russia, but that hadn't stopped the city's youth from adopting the Western custom with enthusiasm.

Standing in the shadow of a quiet street corner, Urd and Ky were as far removed from the festivities as ancient vampires could be—though Ky, as usual, had other plans.

"I've been thinking," Ky began, the mischievous glint in his crimson eyes a clear harbinger of trouble.

Urd exhaled slowly, his gaze fixed forward as he continued walking. "That is rarely a good start."

Ky grinned, undeterred. "No, no, hear me out this time. It's about Halloween. Humans dressing up as monsters, trying to scare each other—pure entertainment, if you ask me. And I had a thought—"

"A dangerous precedent," Urd muttered under his breath.

Ky feigned offense, clutching his chest. "You wound me, my lord. But truly, what if we joined in on the fun this year? Think about it: you, dressed as Count Dracula, striding through the city like the very myth that started it all."

Urd's footsteps didn't falter, his expression remaining impassive. "No."

"No?" Ky repeated, falling into step beside him. "Oh, come on. Imagine the irony. You, the pinnacle of vampirekind, embodying the ridiculous human version of us. A cape, a slicked-back hairstyle, maybe a medallion. You'd be the center of attention. A masterpiece!"

Urd glanced at him briefly, his crimson eyes as cold and unyielding as ever. "No."

"But why not?" Ky pressed, his tone taking on a whining edge. "It's brilliant! They'd never know it's actually you, the real deal. You could finally see their myths up close, revel in their foolishness!"

"Their foolishness," Urd said coolly, "is precisely why I have no interest in participating."

Ky groaned dramatically, throwing his hands in the air. "You're impossible. It's Halloween! One night to shed the brooding and embrace the ridiculous. Live a little, my lord!"

Urd halted suddenly, turning to face Ky. His crimson gaze bore into him, a glimmer of irritation visible beneath the surface. "If I were to indulge your absurd idea," he said, his voice calm but edged with menace, "what would you dress as?"

Ky hesitated, his mischievous grin faltering under the weight of Urd's glare. That glare—it was one he'd seen many times before. The kind that signaled he was inching dangerously close to a line he should not cross.

"Oh, I don't know," Ky said, his grin returning, albeit weaker. "A vampire? A bat, perhaps? Maybe a skeleton—something tasteful."

Urd's hand shot out, gripping Ky's wrist with an unexpected force that made the Fifth Progenitor blink in surprise. Urd's eyes narrowed, a dangerous gleam flickering in their depths.

"No," Urd said, his tone sharp and commanding. "If I am to degrade myself by dressing as something as ridiculous as Dracula, then you, Ky Luc, will dress as something even more ridiculous."

There was a beat of silence. Ky tilted his head, waiting for the inevitable punchline. When none came, his expression shifted to one of wary amusement. "You're joking, right? You're joking."

"I am always serious," Urd replied, his lips curling into the faintest, most unsettling smile Ky had ever seen.

Ky swallowed, his bravado cracking ever so slightly. "And what, pray tell, would you have me dress as?"

Urd released his wrist, folding his hands neatly behind his back as he resumed walking. "Options include a giant pumpkin, a clown, a box of candy, or perhaps..." He paused, glancing over his shoulder with a deadly calm. "A werewolf in a tutu."

Ky froze, his mouth hanging open in shock. "A—what? A tutu?!"

"You heard me," Urd said, his voice devoid of humor. "If you insist on dragging me into this charade, you will endure the consequences."

Ky sputtered, trying and failing to form a coherent response. "You're—you're serious?"

"Entirely," Urd said, his faint smile still in place as he turned away again. "Choose wisely, Ky Luc. The next time you suggest I play along with human frivolities, you may find yourself paying the price."

For a long moment, Ky stood frozen in the street, his mind racing through the horrifying mental images of himself in Urd's proposed costumes. Finally, he shook his head, a mix of disbelief and reluctant admiration spreading across his face.

"You know," he called after Urd, falling into step behind him once more, "you're terrifying when you're in a good mood. I almost prefer the brooding silence."

"Noted," Urd said without looking back.

Ky couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing through the snow-dusted streets. "Fine, my lord, you win this round. But mark my words, one day you'll see the humor in all this."

"Unlikely," Urd replied, his voice as cold as the winter air. "And if you bring up Halloween again, I'll ensure the werewolf tutu becomes a reality."

Ky laughed again, louder this time, despite the lingering threat in Urd's tone. He had to admit, no matter how much the Second Progenitor exasperated him, he wouldn't trade their banter for anything.

•❅──────✧❅Christmas ❅✧──────❅•

The Moscow air was crisp with a fresh layer of snow, and the streets were alight with the soft glow of Christmas decorations. Bells jingled faintly in the distance as humans hurried about their celebrations. The city exuded warmth, despite the cold, with strings of lights crisscrossing above streets and holiday markets bustling with activity.

In the quiet solitude of his residence, Urd sat by a grand window overlooking the snowy cityscape, a book resting on his lap. The peaceful atmosphere was a welcome respite, one he valued for its rare moments of calm.

Until, of course, the door creaked open.

Ky entered the room with his usual swagger, the mischief practically radiating off him like heat from a flame. But today, he had gone a step further. Perched jauntily on his head was a bright red Santa hat, the white pom-pom bouncing with every step. In his hands, he held another identical hat, twirling it around a finger as he grinned broadly.

"Happy Christmas, Lord Urd," Ky said, his voice dripping with amusement.

Urd didn't even look up from his book. He closed it with deliberate precision, setting it aside on the table as he let out the deepest sigh Ky had ever heard. Finally, he turned his crimson gaze to Ky, his expression carved from stone.

"Don't open your mouth," Urd said, his voice low and sharp, "if you wish to avoid pain today."

Ky's grin only widened, his sharp teeth glinting in the warm light. "Pain, you say? That doesn't sound very festive."

Urd's gaze narrowed, his tone unyielding. "Whatever absurd idea you've come here with, the answer is no."

Ky tilted his head, feigning innocence as he adjusted the Santa hat on his head. "You don't even know what I'm going to suggest."

"I don't need to," Urd replied coldly. "It will be ridiculous, and you know it. You've already proven capable of turning even the simplest conversation into a test of my patience." He gestured vaguely toward the extra hat in Ky's hand. "I see where this is going, and my answer remains no."

Ky chuckled, setting the second hat on a nearby chair. "Ah, but Lord Urd, it's Christmas! A time for cheer, for traditions, for—"

"For silence," Urd interrupted, leaning back in his chair. "And if you value your existence, you'll remember the creativity I displayed during Halloween. You are fortunate the werewolf tutu remains hypothetical."

Ky winced dramatically, clutching his chest as if Urd's words had physically wounded him. "Point taken, my lord. Though I must say, you do seem to enjoy your punishments a little too much. A pastime, perhaps?"

Urd's expression didn't change, though there was a faint glimmer in his eyes that could have been mistaken for amusement. "A pastime born of necessity. Ever since you decided to follow me like a persistent shadow, ensuring my days were filled with your antics."

Ky nodded solemnly, his grin never faltering. "Good times, indeed. You have to admit, I made eternity more interesting."

"Interesting is not the word I would use," Urd said dryly. "I would choose... tiresome. Infuriating. Occasionally catastrophic."

"And yet," Ky said, stepping closer and plopping into a chair across from Urd, "here we are. Centuries later, still tolerating each other. You must have a soft spot for me, my lord."

Urd's gaze fixed on him, unblinking. "Or perhaps I simply find amusement in imagining the myriad ways I could make you regret your existence."

"Ah, there's the Christmas spirit," Ky said, his grin widening. "Speaking of which..." He picked up the second Santa hat and held it out to Urd. "Care to join me in a little holiday cheer? It would really make my night."

Urd stared at the hat as though it were an object of profound disgust. Then his gaze flicked back to Ky. "If I so much as touch that hat," he said slowly, "you will not live to see New Year's."

Ky laughed, undeterred. "That's the spirit! Oh, come now, my lord. Just imagine it—a photo of you, the great and terrifying Urd Geales, in a Santa hat. It would go down in history."

"It would be your last act of history," Urd countered, his tone deadpan.

"Fine, fine," Ky relented, tossing the hat back onto the chair. "I won't push my luck. But you can't deny, it would have been hilarious."

"For you, perhaps," Urd said, picking up his book again. "For me, an exercise in restraint."

Ky watched him for a moment, his grin softening into something more genuine. "You know," he said, leaning back in his chair, "for all your brooding, you do make an excellent companion during the holidays."

Urd didn't look up from his book. "And for all your foolishness, you make an excellent example of what not to do."

Ky laughed, the sound echoing warmly through the room. "Merry Christmas, Lord Urd."

Without glancing up, Urd turned a page. "Merry Christmas, Ky Luc. Now leave me in peace."

As Ky rose and sauntered out of the room, the Santa hat still perched jauntily on his head, Urd allowed himself the faintest of smiles. After all, even eternity could use a little humor now and then.

•❅──────✧❅Easter❅✧──────❅•

The day was bright and warm, a rare early spring morning in Moscow where the last traces of snow were melting into the cobblestones. The Easter decorations in the city added a festive air—colorful eggs dangling from tree branches, ribbons fluttering in the breeze, and shop windows filled with cheerful displays.

Ky  was, of course, unimpressed by all this cheer. Not because he didn't enjoy festivities—on the contrary, he loved them. But because they offered an unparalleled opportunity for mischief. And today, Ky had planned what he affectionately referred to as a "suicide mission."

Standing just outside Urd' private quarters, Ky held a pair of pink bunny ears in his hands. They were outrageously fluffy and absurdly cheerful, entirely unsuitable for someone like Urd. Which, of course, made them perfect.

Ky smirked to himself, adjusting the ears so that they were ready for the fastest and most daring placement he'd ever attempted. "Asking has gotten me nowhere,"he murmured. "So today, we take action."

He slipped into the room with all the stealth he could muster, spotting Urd seated by the window, his blonde hair catching the sunlight as he reviewed some document. His posture was as regal as ever, his stillness unnerving.

Ky's heart raced—not with fear, of course, but with the thrill of knowing he was about to do something incredibly stupid. He crept closer, holding his breath. And then, with the precision of a master thief, he leaned forward and gently placed the bunny ears atop Urd's head.

For one glorious second, nothing happened.

Then, Urd's crimson eyes snapped to Ky like a predator spotting its prey.

Ky barely had time to smirk before his vision blurred, and the world spun. He realized, belatedly, that his head was no longer attached to his body.

"Well, that went faster than expected," Ky thought as his head was caught deftly in Urd's hand.

The Second Progenitor stood, his imposing figure silhouetted against the light as he stared down at Ky's detached head. His expression was the epitome of unamused, but the absurdity of the fluffy pink bunny ears on Urd's head made Ky stifle a laugh even as he dangled helplessly in Urd's grip.

"It's time," Urd said, his voice low and deadly," for a punishment that fits the crime."

•❅──────✧❅✧──────❅•

When Ky regained consciousness, the first thing he noticed was an unfamiliar tightness around his body. The second thing he noticed was the color.

Pink.

He sat up slowly, looking down at himself in dawning horror. He was wearing a full-body pink bunny costume, complete with floppy ears, a fluffy tail, and little paw-like gloves that made his hands virtually useless.

The door opened, and Urd stepped in, his expression as serene as ever.

"Good, you're awake," Urd said, his tone deceptively calm. "You'll be spending the entire day like this."

Ky's jaw dropped. "The entire day?! My lord, I have a meeting today! Important business!"

Urd's crimson eyes gleamed faintly, and a shadow of a smile touched his lips—never a good sign. "Excellent," he said. "I'll attend as well, to ensure you don't remove your... ensemble."

Ky blinked, his mind racing as he tried to process the sheer magnitude of humiliation awaiting him. "You're serious?"

"I am always serious," Urd replied smoothly, gesturing toward the door. "Now, get up. We leave in ten minutes."

Ky groaned, flopping back onto the bed in mock despair. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Urd's faint smile deepened. "Immensely."

•❅──────✧❅✧──────❅•

The streets of Moscow were alive with activity as Ky and Urd made their way to the meeting location. Urd, as always, moved with an air of unapproachable authority, his black coat billowing slightly in the breeze. Ky, on the other hand, looked utterly ridiculous. The bright pink bunny suit stood out like a beacon of absurdity against the city's muted tones, and every person they passed stopped to stare.

Ky held his head high, refusing to show any sign of embarrassment. "Well," he muttered under his breath, "at least I make this look good."

Urd's voice was quiet but firm. "You make it look exactly as ridiculous as it is."

They arrived at the meeting hall, a stately building where several high-ranking vampires were already gathered. The moment Ky stepped through the door, the room fell silent. All eyes turned to him, and then to Urd, who walked calmly beside him as if nothing were amiss.

One of the vampires, a noble from St. Petersburg, cleared his throat awkwardly. "Lord Urd," he began hesitantly, "is... is there a reason the 5th progenitor is dressed as... a rabbit?"

Urd's expression didn't falter. "Discipline," he said simply, taking a seat at the head of the table.

Ky slumped into a chair beside him, crossing his arms over his fluffy pink chest. "I hope you're all enjoying the show," he muttered, glaring at the assembled vampires.

Urd leaned toward him slightly, his voice low enough for only Ky to hear. "Remember, Ky, the punishment isn't over until I say it is. Keep that in mind before you speak again."

Ky groaned, sinking further into his chair. "Happy Easter to me," he muttered.

Urd's faint smile returned as he addressed the room. "Shall we begin?"

And so, the meeting commenced, with Ky sitting in full bunny regalia, silently vowing to think twice before testing Urd's patience again. Though, knowing Ky, that vow would last about as long as it took for the next holiday to roll around.  

-END-

A/N: Happy Holidays :D