Deck the Halls Fill-In (Zelgadis)
THE FANFIC
<Deck the halls with boughs of holly>
     The annual Slayers Christmas party was in full effect. Everybody who was anybody in the Slayersverse was there. As usual Zelgadis Greywords wasn’t too thrilled to hang around with his costars, since some of them were quite volatile when provoked.
     “Who persuaded me to do all this?” he asked nobody in particular, snagging a cup of eggnog and a cup of coffee and retreating to a far corner of the room. “This is a waste of my time.”
 <’Tis the season to be jolly.>
     “Of course you’re impressed,” he heard Naga say at the top of her lungs. For the holiday occasion she wore a very, very, very revealing female Santa suit. “I am Naga, the white serpent, Naga the serpent. O hohohohohohohoho!”
     “Oh great,” Zel sighed, watching Naga’s assets bounce in her skimpy top, “Naga’s getting drunk again. And they expect me to be jolly?” he asked, sipping at his coffee. “You’ve got another thing coming if you think that.”
<Don we now our gay apparel>
     “Don’t be such a party pooper, Zel dear,” Xellos Metallium whispered in his ear as he wrapped his arms around the chimera from behind. “Look, mistletoe.”
     “Get this fruitcake out of here!” Zelgadis bellowed, grabbing Xellos by the scruff of the neck and throwing him a couple feet away. His cheeks blazed red as he grumbled, “Xellos, get LOST!”
     Xellos pouted and retreated to the opposite side of the room, his feelings hurt. Zel simply smirked and resumed drinking his coffee. Not finding the coffee what he needed at that moment, he turned his attention to the super spiked eggnog.
<Troll the ancient Yuletide carol!>
     “There are TROLLS?!” Sylphiel Nells Raada cried before bursting into tears. “This is horrible! The party is absolutely ruined if there are big, nasty, hairy, stinky trolls here!”
     “Calm down Sylphiel,” Zel sighed, trying to comfort the crying shrine maiden. “See Sylphiel, there are no trolls. You can relax.”
     Sylphiel sniffled and wiped her eyes and nose on her sleeve. “No trolls?”
     Zel shook his head. “No trolls.”
     “Yay!” Sylphiel cheered, returning to the party. “No trolls! The party is saved.”
     “But my sanity isn’t,” Zel grumbled, taking another long swig of his eggnog.
<See the blazing Yule before us>
     The chimera glanced at the roaring fire in the fireplace, then over at the red haired sorceress whose name was synonymous with fire, destruction, and fireballs.
     “Uh-oh,” he sighed, “who offended Lina now?”
     “Gourry yet again,” someone purred into his ear. “And I’m afraid I may have as well.”
     Zel grabbed the purple haired mazoku and threw him across the room again. “You do that again and I’ll make you into a blazing Yule!” he grumbled before taking another swig of his eggnog. Finding the cup empty, he went to refill it.
<Strike the harp and join the chorus>
     “Time to sing Christmas carols,” Amelia Will Tesela Seyruun bubbled, handing out musical instruments to all of the party goers. She walked up to Zelgadis and batted her blue eyes at him. “Mister Zelgadis, do you know what time it is?”
     “Time to get a stronger batch of eggnog,” Zel replied, retreating across the room. As he found his seat he prayed to L-sama, “Please, oh please don’t let Amelia sing!”
<Follow me in merry measure>
     Zel took a rather long swig of his new cup of eggnog and commented to the wall, “Think I’ll be merry now? You’re dead wrong.”
     “Who are you talking to, Zel dear?” Xellos purred in Zel’s ear again.
     “Xellos, I thought I told you to... oh, never mind,” Zel sighed, impaling the mazoku with a couple of Elmekia Lances.
     “Arigato Zel dear,” Xellos bubbled, running off to join Amelia in singing carols.
<While I tell of Yuletide treasure>
     “Did somebody mention treasure?!” Lina exclaimed at the top of her lungs, running for the coat room to get her cape and equipment. “Treasure! Wonderful, glorious, expensive, glittering treasure!”
     “Now they’ve done it,” he sighed, putting down his empty cup of eggnog and taking up his coffee again. “There she goes again.”
     “Miss Lina, come back!” Filia Ul Copt and Amelia cried as Lina burst out the door.
<Fast away the old year passes,>
     “You mean I shouldn’t be eating all of this delicious food?” Gourry Gabriev asked through a mouthful of chicken leg. “But that’s a crime.”
     “No, no Gourry, you don’t have to fast,” Zel sighed, pointing Gourry towards the buffet table. “You can eat all you want. It’s just somebody mentioning how quickly the end of the year seems to pass.”
     “Oh. O.K.. Thanks Zel.”
<Hail the new, ye lads and lasses!>
     The chimera began to retreat for his chair when something landed on his shoulders and attached itself to his head. He grabbed up a silver serving tray and glanced into it, finding baby Valgarv playing with his wire hair and twisting it into assorted fun shapes.
     “Filia,” Zel said, walking up to the gold dragon and tapping her on the shoulder.
     “Yes Mister Zelgadis, what is it?” Filia asked, turning to him.
     Zel turned around and pointed to the baby ancient dragon that had attached itself to the back of his head. “Will you please get Val off of my head?!”
     “Sorry,” the gold apologized, pulling Valgarv off of Zel’s head, but not without a handful of the chimera’s hair. “Sorry, sorry, sorry.”
<Sing we joyous all together>
     “Mister Xellos?!” Zel heard Amelia shriek before hearing gasps from the other guests.
     “I don’t want to know, I don’t want to know, I don’t want to know,” he muttered, turning around. Standing in the middle of the buffet table, wearing not a stitch of clothing, was Xellos, a rather large decorative plant hiding his naughty bits.
     “The rest room door said gentlemen, so I just walked inside,” the mazoku sang, rather off key and drunkenly.
     “Xellos, please put your clothes back on NOW!!” Zel bellowed before heading for the door.
<Heedless of the wind and weather>
     As he opened the door to leave half frozen Lina dashed through the door, her teeth chattering. “Guys, the weather’s getting really bad outside right now,” she said, running up to the hearth and plunking down there.
     “Just how bad is it?” Sylphiel asked.
     Zel opened the door, took a deep breath, and braced himself. When he saw four feet of snow in front of the door he cried in an anguished voice, “Oh no, please don’t tell me we’re SNOWED IN!!”
     The last part of his sentence echoed across the frozen wasteland as snow continued to fall.
-End

    *Fanfic based upon ‘Deck the Halls Fill-In (Zelgadis) by Amaya. Fill in hosted at http://www.darknessrising.com/Fanfiction/Amaya/Adthfiz.htm*

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