He wanted to disappear under the mountain of paper that buried his massive desk. He was tired of ticking crosses and it pained him to put his name by the thousands and thousands in the lower right corner. The name, which spoke of sorrow, suddenly inflicted sorrow on him in a very idiosyncratic manner.

As if torn from a dream for a minute, his eyes widened, his head snapping rapidly upwards. A few eddies cracked in a very unhealthy way and the sight of his Titanic mountain reduced to half would have made him lose the last bit of control that was useful even as a small child and helped him to get over the no-table-manners-no-dessert- Overrule his parents' rule. But he didn't. Never lost control or nerve.

A huge paper sculpture lay on the table in front of him - every single snippet had been arranged with her slender, delicate hand. While his finger gently caressed the surface of his dream come true, he felt it pulsate in his chest. Life.

At that moment he knew again what it meant to long for a father standing on the ladder who, instead of making deadly alliances with feudal lords, fiddled with the Christmas balls. He knew again what the wish was for a mom who would put a lovingly shaped cookie in the lunch box for the academy every day until Christmas - just as he had always envied the other children.

But on the other hand, he knew what it meant to be given that very gesture of tenderness from his dream woman. It was like a magical melody, like eternity in the moment, like the rhythm of their hearts, which sounded uniform and made them smell, breathe, taste and share the same air.

"Happy Christmas," she said with an angelic smile around the corner of her mouth as he stepped out of the office and stepped directly in front of her.
"Tenshi-sama", that was her. His Black Lady, his White Miss - she was like poison and sugar at the same time. "Tenshi-sama," he repeated almost enlighteningly. Then he reached out and stroked her delicate and well-formed, pretty face.
"Pain" Happily, she nestled her face against his hand. "Nagato ..." she whispered, fragile as his heart, that was filled to the limit with this ligal drug: With her.
"Thank you ...", he said only to put his lips infinitely tender on her forehead the next moment.
She almost glowed - or was it he who felt so thawed and warmed from within when she was around? He couldn't quite be sure and decided to get to the bottom of this question another time. Together with the mountain of paper, he pushed every thought aside so that he could only surrender to her. Out of love.

A / N: It's getting boring, but I couldn't resist another KonanxPain OS ... Maybe the two will mutate into my all-time favorite pairing ...? xDD likes to write to me. I would be interested to hear what you think of the whole mess. <3 With this in mind, I wish you a nice, second Advent. <3