The small room barely had space for two futons, let alone any comfort. Sanemi threw his bag in the corner with a thud, muttering under his breath about the snowstorm trapping them there for the night. It was the night before christmas, and he had to spend it this way. He hated being stuck, especially with Giyuu. Of all people, it had to be him.

Just as Sanemi was settling into his frustration, Giyuu walked back inside, dragging in something small and thin. It was a tree. A tiny, scraggly little tree.

“What the hell is that?" Sanemi snapped, glaring at the pathetic excuse for a Christmas tree. "We're on a mission, and you’re dragging in a tree?"