Chapter 5: Sanil and Uta
Sanil and Uta were twins.
They were identical physically, but different personally.
While Sanil was the friendly twin that always made an effort to visit different families of the world and Grace them with his presence, Uta preferred causing trouble for the families.
Sanil believed that even though this families had their flaws, one must still be polite and look past their faults and hope to share a smile with them.
Uta believed that one must critisize those families who have evil residenting in their hearts and should be punished, and not rewarded for their rotten souls.
"Brother, how could you be so supportive of this rotten families?! How many times had the father hit the mother and his kids? How many times have the kids ridden on their mothers' backs without an ounce of gratitude? How many times have spouses divorced because one of them cheated on the other? How many times has a spouse killed another to avenge for the betrayal? They must be punished!" Uta exclaimed one day when his twin came back from another visit, observing the absence of a few wrapped presents that he had left with before he came.
"We have no grounds to judge, dear brother. Yes, it's true that a lot of these families that I visit are rotten to the core, but we could only fake a smile and show our kindness in hopes of their change of heart and cleansing their souls." Sanil explained while walking over towards his room where he planned to change out of his white suit, his expression showing nothing but exhaustion and disinterest.
"No grounds to judge? Show our kindness in hopes of their change of heart? Cleansing their souls? Have you gone mad, brother?! Gifts will not make one change out of their evil habits, but will only ignite the flames of greed deeply embedded within their souls! They will not change for the better, they will feel rewarded for all their disgusting actions! You must hault from your visits!" Yelled Uta in his brother's face with seething anger right after grinding his teeth with much pressure.
His face was red, his blood was boiling, his heart beat faster, and his body was shaking.
This was a result from a long term bottling of his intense emotions throughout decades of patience and disdain.
"That's enough, brother! Now, if you will excuse me, I will be preparing for bed. I am tired from my long journey and I wish to rest for a while before resuming my work. You rest as well, for you also have a job to attemd to tomorrow night. Good night, brother." Sanil said with crossed eyebrows.
It could be easily said that the one thing that made the two brothers fight is the way of dealing with those families.
Seeing how his brother refuses to listen to his reasoning, he stood there on the spot, with widened eyes, and a booming feeling in his heart, almost as if a storm was brewing in his core.
If you won't seeze from giving these rotten families nice gifts, then I'll have to give them some of my own gifts. The gifts that they deserve... Uta thought in his mind as slowly the wrinkles on his face pressed up together in further, his nails digging deep in his palms.
A few months later, the period in which Sanil and Uta usually went to visit other families came, and each of the two had their workers prepare the gifts for the kids.
Seeing his brother carry a big bag over his shoulder as well, Sanil's pupils constricted slightly, noticing this, which made him question Uta's motives, but decided not to ask after all as they rode through their transportations.
"Don't forget your coffee, dear." A plump old lady with silver hair and kind eyes called out before handing her husband, Sanil, a slender container filled with coffee to the brim.
"Thank you, dear." Sanil smiled and took the container from her aging hands carefully.
He knew he wouldn't be able to drink much of that coffee, knowing that whenever he visited any of the families they would greet him with many delicacies and he would be forced to limit his consumption at every household so that he can still eat a bit from the rest.
However, his twin brother, Uta, never got anything. Unlike Sanil, It's did not have a sweet tooth, but much preferred eating sour food.
The families never prepared anything sour for him, so he could only imagine that none of them were expectant to see him, which also justifies his anger and prejudice towards him.
Even though this sweet old lady gave this coffee to her husband, she really meant for Uta to have it.
She knew her husband will be spoiled immensely by all the families they visited but It's will get none.
As such, it turned into a habit in which the old lady would present the bitter coffee to her husband who would actually give it to his brother to enjoy throughout the journey.
The old lady felt pity for Uta. He was not married and never found love in his long life.
He also fought a lot with her husband which was not strengthing their bond together like some fights between twins ought to; it was only slipping them further apart.
She knew that if her husband we're to permanently cut all ties with his brother that he would still be fine, with all the workers he had and all the animals that unconditionally loved him and herself by his side.
Uta was different. He had no one. The only people he had ever made ties with we're him and her husband, and if they fight, then It's will have no one to support him.
She just wanted the twins to find some middle ground and resolve their fight before it escalated dangerously where there was no turning back.
Sanil nodded one last time at his wife and rode into his means of transportation along with his brother.
They arrived at the first home where they landed on the roof, each taking out an object, and casually went right through the roof into the house similar to a ghost's intangibility.
Once Sanil put his gift under a tree growing in the house, he searched for the plate of sweets.
Amid his journey, he watched as Uta placed a big chunk of dark, dusty coal right next to the gift.
This made Sanil's pupils dilate in disbelief as he waddled his way over to his brother again.
While he was overweight, his brother was much skinnier.
"What are you doing, Uta?" He exclaimed in whisperation, his face scrunched up.
"I'm not going to stop you from leaving nice gifts for this family, but I am going to leave some of my own too." Uta said pointedly, keeping his voice quiet.
"That is utterly rude, Uta! Please, do not leave coal here. You know very well that coal symbolizes misfortune and is a trigger to a certain type of room to whoever is presented with this! Do you really want to hurt these kids?!" He exclaimed with an edge to his tone, his face reddening his his nose flarring.
He had had just about enough of his brother's nonsense! Never had he been raised to hate on people or hurt them in anyway.
His brother, however, seemed to adopt the idea that punishment is a legacy within his hands that he could control however he liked.
He disposed this about his brother to no avail; this was a quality in his brother that he could not stand at all.
This was not the first time It's insisted on getting his way in anything; whatever the issue was, he always wanted to implement his ideas in them.
Even when everyone refused, he still insisted on getting his way.
One day, when they were in their teen years, he had asked his brother why he was always so stubborn, and the answer made his wonder and agitation towards his brother deepen.
Uta had told him, with a snort, and lifeless eyes that the world wasn't as peaceful as he made it out to be.
Uta told Sanil that the world is corrupted beyond repair using peaceful and happy methods, and that it is total nonsense to think that everything they were doing was fine.
There was not a moment in which Sanil believed his brother's words, maybe he did a little over the decades where he decided that even if the world really is corrupted, he would still treat it and it's people with much love and care.
Uta, however, was hungry for "Justice", as he had phrased so many decades ago, but the beliefs of his family prevented him from chasing after his ideals.
Once Sanil learnt of the various thoughts swirling in his twin's mind that day, he could not think of him the same again.
Sanil and Uta had very different beliefs, beliefs carved deep into each others' hearts. No matter what anyone did, no one would budge from his beliefs and give in to his brother.
It's been about a century now and still, the grudge that was slowly growing in each of their hearts was still eating up on them.
After all those years, Sanil and Uta were going to face each other with their life-long ideals, in a place like that.
"Look, I'm letting you have your way at giving out presents to the world; I'm not getting in your way. So, give me a little respect and let me have my way as well!" Uta whisper-screamed back at his twin with a constipated expression while playing the black sleeves of his suit.
"Uta, take back the coal with you. Now." Sanil ordered with clenched fists, grinding his teeth.
"No, Sanil. The coal stays." Uta narrowed his blue eyes and folded his arms over his slim chest.
He had also got fed up with his brother.
No matter what he did or said, he was always the bad guy. It didn't help that as opposed to his brother, he wore a black suit and preferred his beard thick and long while Sanil wore a white suit and preferred his beard only an inch from the skin on his jaw.
Their ideals were different as well, so different that it made them silently hate each other for so long.
This was the last straw for both Sanil and Uta, as they both stood facing each other, not one of them caving in to the other.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Sanil chose to try and persuade his brother using nicer methods.
"Look, brother, I know you're frustrated with humanity and feel the urge to judge them, but we are not the ones qualified to do this job. All we can do is look after the humans. That's it. There's nothing else we can do. Please understand this, and please bring back the coal with you. We have to go; we've wasted enough time here." He talked slowly and calmly, all throughout having a sad smile grazing his features.
While telling him to bring back the coal, he turned around on his heal, believing that what he said was enough to persuade his brother and that he didn't need to see in order to know that he would listen to him this time.
Hearing what his brother had said, It's could only hang his jaw in disbelief, unable to comprehend how this old fart could be so arrogant.
Finally, after all these years, It's felt like he could not control his temper as his body visible started shaking.
Letting his anger do all the reasoning, his eyes combed the room for an object to use as a weapon. Reaching out with his hand, he grabbed steel rod on the side that he assumed the owners used to stir the fire in the fireplace that was currently dead and slowly approached his brother.
Senseing the difference in the way his brother walked, Sanil halted in his steps and looked over his shoulder to see his brother charging towards him with a sharp edges metal rod with an agrieved expression on his face, eyes hungry with the desire to quench it's evil urges.
Sanil, with constricted blue eyes, felt attacked and immediately went to take the rod away from his brother's hands.
Uta, who had nothing on his mind but feed the demons screaming at him to hurt his twin, did not care as he continued to charge with a wail, not realizing that he could wake up the family members sleeping soundly in this household they stood in.
Sanil, also forgetting his surroundings, takes advantage of his brother's straight forward attack and swiftly seizes the slim rode from his hands and clams it in his own.
Uta, seeing this, dilate his own blue pupils in astonishment of being left unarmed in a mere second, stepping away from Sanil by a single step with a gaping mouth.
Uta's attack was an impulse; he didn't know what he was doing when he decided to attack his brother.
Now seeing himself in a disadvantagous situation, he realized how terrible awful his actions just then were.
He was going to apologise, for this was, no matter what, his brother, and he knew that as kind hearted as his brother had always been that he would forgive him.
Opening his mouth to speak, he found himself choked as Sanil responded, with no window of time at all, by attacking him with the rod.
This stumped Uta to no end.
Sanil... Brother... What are you doing? Aren't you supposed to sigh and say that what I was doing was dumb? Uta thought helplessly but could not utter a single word.
He was frozen speechless by his brother's actions and could not comprehend that his brother charged at him with a weapon.
Within a second, Sanil had stabbed Uta with the rod, It's responding by releasing a blood curdling scream that could not be heard by the occupants of the house or anyone in the whole neighborhood.
He raised his arm with the rod over his head, and with a crazied expression, kicked his needing brother to the floor and stabbed him over and over again.
Sanil had also had so many frustrating feelings towards his brother, and now that he was offered the chance, he can't help but grasp it to release these frustrations on his brother.
Wail after wail, the disbelief in Uta's light eyes grew and grew, as he realized that it hurt even worse to know that his brother disposed him so much that he would stab him over and over again than the actual pain from the stabbing.
As his bright red blood sprayed solely on his brother's previous white suit, his eyes were filled with fear, shock, helplessness, loneliness, regret.
At this point, after wailing in unbearable pain non-stop, it became clear why the neighborhood remained so quiet, as slowly, one after another, police cars drove into the neighborhood.
The family probably hid in the main bedroom and called the police without checking who might be in the living room.
After wheezing a few times, Uta looked up at his brother, who was breathing heavily with a pout on his lips and eyes filtered with malice.
"W-why...?" He breathed out with a body riddled with bloody holes.
Sanil didn't answer him though and watched as Uta breathed his last, a d his blue eyes reflected nothing but lifelessness, his withered eyelids slightly shut, but the blue in them could still be seen, his mouth opened slightly, as if he had wanted to say one last thing before he would part with the world, but was too late.
Uta's body lay frozen still on the ground on a household that he was not familiar with, his brother gripping a thin metal rod in his hand, with his usually clean white suit now died completely red with the blood of his other half, his eyes showing no emotions.
Finally, when he got his senses back, he immidiately picked his brothers body up and turned himself and his the corpse invisible, jumping right through the sealing in front of his slay that he had made invisible as well just before entering the house.
Even though the humans could not see or hear him or his slay in their invisible state, he could, so it wasn't a problem for him to find it and activate his deer to drive him away back home.
This night did not go as expected, and he could only cancel his visits to all the other families and see what you do with his brother's body.
As Uta's corpse lay by the side of the slay, blood from his body travelled through the exterior sides of it, dying the usually white slay red.
It didn't take long for Sanil to reach his home where his sweet old wife waited patiently for him and his brother to come back.
"Sanil, you're back so early? Where is-- Oh my!" She approached him with a confused expression.
Just as she was about to ask about Uta, she sees his body hanging over the edge of the now red slay and her husband's favorite white suit just as red and eerie.
She immidiately covers her small mouth with her withered hands as she looked on at the secene in horror, unable to comprehend how any of this came to be; unable to make connections with all the clues in front of her, but mostly terrified at Uta's state.
"He's dead, Asha. I killed him." Sanil said with a low unmoved voice, his eyes becoming more and more lifeless with ever word leaving his lips.
Sanil had brought the inevitable truth to his wife's attention, making her cross her brows and widen her originally narrow eyes in horror.
She forgot how to breath, making her breaths a series of unpatterened wheezes, her knees feeling weaker than ever before.
She did not ask him anything, only sat there in the snow, trying to make sense out if the situation.
"I'm going to bury him over there..." He said to her, or rather to himself, seeing as his voice was too low to be considered him as talking to anyone but himself.
In a few minutes, he was able to use a shovel to dig up a shallow grave in which he placed his brother in and covered it up with not only dirt, but snow as well.
Sanil's wife, or Assha as he had addressed her, remained shaking with all the negative emotions of the world.
Sanil had to bring her back into their cotage himself, for her mind seemed to have shut down around her fall on to the snow.
He had set fir her to sleep in a different room from him, knowing that she wouldn't bare to look at him in the current situation.
After he had her in bed, he went to the other room to lay down and stare at the ceiling as he went over what had happened.
As he did, so many different memories of their years of youth surfaced.
"Sanil, why didn't you tell me that someone hit you? I could've taught them a lesson then and there! Now, how am I gonna take revenge for you?"
"Sanil, if you don't make your deliveries than all the nice kids are going to be upset. They're always expecting you, especially around this time of the year, now get up!"
"Sanil, that kid bullies his sister everyday and laughs about it with his friends. It's not right to give him a present while his sister cries to sleep everyday and received less than him!"
"Sanil, this girl never appreciates her mother's effort at making her happy and runs the house like it's her own. Are you really going to get her that present that she really wanted?"
"Sanil, don't forget to wrap the presents really good. You don't want the kids to expose the present in it too easily. It would take the fun out of it if it's too loose."
One after another, Sanil recalled all the things that his brother had ever said to him.
From when they were kids, to their teen years, their young adulthood, older and older till a memory from only a few years ago surfaced.
His lifeless eyes widened slowly with realization, as it finally dawned on him.
I... Killed Uta?
Uta is dead?
I killed him?
He bolted upright and immidiately examined his hands.
They were not bloodied, but his suit was all red, red from his own brother's blood.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" Sanil screamed with great grief.
What have I done? What have I done?!
I killed Uta!
Uta... Uta!!
His wife immidiately burst through the doors of the room and hurriedly walked towards her husband's side, trying with an alarmed expression to call him down.
After an unknown period of time, Sanil seemed to calm down, and Asha returned to bed, leaving him be to explore his thoughts once more.
I get it now.
You wanted me to only give gifts to the kids that deserve them, didn't you?
You didn't find it hair to give gifts to everyone, right?
Why didn't you say so before?
...
That's right... I never listened, did I?
No body ever listened to you, huh?
...
Uta is dead?
That can't be... The world needs Uta.
Uta can't be dead...
After extended months of thought, Sanil finally emerged from his room.
Little did he know that it was already the year that followed which was the busiest day of his job each year; the day in which the new year arrives.
Throughout all these months, Asha never disturbed her husband.
She let him contemplate his actions fir as long as he wanted, not even delivering food to his room.
She knew that food was not a necessity but a privilege to him, knowing that he and his brothers constitution allowed them to live decades without putting anything in their mouths.
Finally, when his job required it the most, Sanil emerged from his room with a new resolution in his eyes.
"Sanil, dear..." Asha called out to him worriedly.
He kept silent for a second or two before he stopped in his tracks slowly, stood there for a moment before turning his head over to his wife.
"I am not Sanil anymore. I am Santa." He said with a deep, unwavering voice before he turned back and resumed his actions.
"Huh?" His wife couldn't believe her ears.
Santa? What sort of name is that?
Sanil and Uta... Wait a minute, Santa...? She thought in horror as it finally clicked.
"Do you really believe that if you go out with with your bloodied suit, long beard and mixing your name with Uta's will bring him back?" She said abashedly, wanting desperately to get that idea off his mind.
"No, it's not that. It's just that... We can't afford to lose him just yet. He will continue to live with me." Sanil, or rather Santa, said as he walked out of the cottage, heading fir his slay where all the elves had prepared the gifts he was planning to deliver this year for sure.
He made sure that the coal Uta had prepared a year ago was placed in the blood red slay as well.
His wife hurried behind him to see what else he wanted to say on that matter, in which he answering her questioning glance.
"I get it now. From this day forward, all the good kids are going to get the nicest gifts, and the naughty ones will be presented with coal. This is the right way of doing it. This is how it should've always been." He said with conviction before he activated his deer and drove into the evening sky.
Now you know the truth about Santa Claus...
The end.
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