I don't own Weiß. Nor do I own the setting of the story. I got this from the Charles Dickens Classic, A
Christmas Carol. All rights belong to their respected owners and not to me.
*pouts*
Note: Italics are thoughts within this thing. ^_^ Warning some of the characters in here
might be OOC. So, if you don't like it... Oh well.
Chapter 1: The Spirit of Christmas
White snow cascaded gently on the busy streets of Tokyo, leaving a blanket of pure whiteness. People scurried around trying to get their last minute Christmas shopping done before all the shops closed, since it was the last day to buy anything before Christmas actually came. Everyone was doing that, except for one lone man. His name was Ran Fujimiya, better known as Aya to his coworkers and fellow assassins.
Aya sat at the stool in front of the counter in the Koneko Sumu-Ie, counting down the day's profits and losses before the shop closed. The shop in question was almost to the way he liked it, quiet. Only a handful of schoolgirls that normally plagued the shop remained there. These where the ones that had to be, pretty much, hand thrown out because they were always unwilling to leave the shop. That bit was one of the few things that gave the man a small amount of pleasure in his other wise disclosed life.
Things almost were completely quiet until one of his fellow coworkers busted in through the shop's front door. A trail of already melting snow followed in his wake. The burst of cold that gusted through the open door caused Aya to shudder slightly and glare at the person who had so rudely interrupted his counting with the chill air making it's way into the store.
Chocolate brown hair, which was owned by none other than Ken Hidaka, greeted him as he scowled at the man who was at the moment busy with taking off the many layers of coats and sweaters he had worn while on delivery for the shop. After he had finished peeling off at least the coat, gloves, hat and the first of the two sweaters he had been wearing, he looked over at the stoic red haired man and flashed him a huge child like grin.
"Oi! Aya, you're still working?" Ken asked as he walked into the back to hang up the stuff he had just taken off.
"Aa."
"You're coming to the small party Yohji, Omi and I are holding tonight to celebrate
Christmas, ne?"
"Hn."
Ken frowned at that as he translated it from Aya speak to mean that no, he wasn't coming and to shut up and leave him alone that he was busy. "Come on Aya, it'll be fun. Kami only knows that you need a bit more fun in your life and besides it's Christmas Eve. Can't you at least for once a year be happy, cheerful and have something that resembles fun? How do they say it in America? I know! Tis the season to be jolly after all!" He walked back into the front of the store.
Aya said nothing to the brunette as he continued to do the figures with a graceful ease on the white ledger sheet that stood before him. Ken shrugged knowing that he wouldn't be able to talk the red head into doing anything that remotely resembled fun in any way, shape, or form. He frowned slightly though before ushering out the still remaining schoolgirls who were trying to talk Ken into allowing them to be a part of the Christmas party that was being held that afternoon.
Aya sat back as he finished the very last addition to the day's sales and glanced up to look around the room. No one was in there save for Ken who had just ushered the last remaining customer out side wishing them a Merry Christmas and telling them that the shop would be open once again after that day. The store was remarkably clean except for the trail of dirty melted snow that Ken had tracked in from earlier.
He narrowed his eyes at the sight and walked over to where the kept the mop. Walking back out, he headed straight for Ken who was now busy with pulling the metal shutter down and whistling a familiar Christmas song as he did it. Aya tapped Ken on the shoulder and as the boy turned around, he held the mop out then pointed to the floor, indicating to the young assassin that he would be the one that had to clean up the mess he had brought in with him.
Aya left the boy to do that last bit of cleaning up and walked to the room in which the four men practically lived. As he walked in there he felt he had walked into a highly overrated Christmas movie. A huge evergreen tree stood in the far right hand corner, cheerfully decorated with many flashing lights, bulbs, and tinsel. Under the Christmas tree held many different presents of size, shape and festive wrapping that went from St Nick himself to sleighs. On one of the walls, a huge green holly wreath hung with a bow the color of the young man's hair. Yohji and Omi stood there also arguing over whither they had enough decorations strewn about the place or if there should be more. Omi argued that there should be a string of lights going around the room, while Yohji said they had enough lights that they needed more mistletoe. Aya shook his head at the sight of them.
"Come on, chibi, there needs to be more mistletoe so whenever the date I'm bringing here for the party walks around, I have an excuse to pull my suave moves on her." Yohji argued as he held up the handful of the stuff in his hands.
"Yohji-kun! We have one mistletoe up already and traditionally we only need one! Now lights on the other hand... we could always use more of that." Omi countered to the lanky playboy holding up a string of multicolored lights.
Yohji at that time looked over to where they had put the first piece of mistletoe up. He caught sight of Aya at that point, who was unfortunate enough to be standing under it. He grinned at the thought of Aya actually allowing someone to kiss the legendary icecicle of a man. "Yo, Aya, you're standing under the
mistletoe. You know what that means, ne?" He said to him with a wink.
Aya just gave a glare that said, "If anyone of you even tries to kiss me, you'll find my katana coming down upon you."
Omi looked up when Yohji made that comment and smiled towards the second oldest member of Weiß. "The shop's already closed, Aya-kun?"
Aya nodded his head slightly.
"Good you can help us decide which to do more of," Yohji spoke up. "So what do you think, Aya, more mistletoe or more lights?"
"Hn..."
Omi frowned when he saw and heard the lack of enthusiasm coming from the older man. "Ne, Aya-kun, is there something wrong?" He asked the red head.
"Iie."
"Then why are you like you are today?"
Yohji looked over at Omi and muttered something just audible enough for the genki blonde to hear. "What type of question is that to ask? He's always like that."
Omi shot the play boy a dirty look before turning his attention back to the unemotional redhead, his mouth opening to say something more only to find that Aya had left during that brief exchange between himself and the brunette.
Aya leaned back against the door to his room and sighed in relief to be finally away from the cheerfulness of the holiday season. He looked around his room and was glad that Yohji and Omi hadn't decided to decorate the whole household with their silly Christmas decorations. He liked his room the way it was. It was bare and dark. The way his soul was. The burden he had to carry of watching his parents die and sister being thrown into a coma gave him no allowance for any joy in his life. All he had was darkness to wrap himself around in. The cross that he bore for the sins and atrocities he committed as a hunter of the night. Shaking his head, he walked over to the bookshelf and pulled off the first book he came across. He sat down on his bed and started to read it.
As he read the book, he started to laugh softly to himself. The book he was reading amused him very much. It was about a man who hated Christmas and was visited by a long deceased friend of his and told that around the time of midnight, he would be visited by three spirits. Like that is even possible to happen to someone, he thought wryly to himself. The author of this had too much of an imagination. Though, it is a classic.
While he read the book the air around him started to get cooler. Ignoring it, he tried to read the book but it got to the point where goose bumps where forming on his arms even though he was wearing his normal orange sweater. Slamming the book shut he stood up, ready to go down stairs to bitch out whom ever was messing with the thermostat. He thought that it would most likely be Ken playing a trick on him to force him to come down to the party to have fun. He was halted in his progress though when a voice spoke to him within his room that was normally wrapped in silence.
"Ebonizer Scrooge..." The voice started to say when it stopped. "Oh wait... this is the wrong century. Let me try this again. Ran Fujimiya."
Aya looked to the direction the voice was coming from. He was shocked that there was someone in his room that actually knew what his real name was. He was even more shocked when he saw whom it was that was talking to him.
Brad Crawford stood at the foot of Aya's bed. He was dressed in his normal business attire.
"Schwarz..." Aya growled in a low voice.
Brad looked at the leader of Weiß. "Actually I'm not. I'm the Spirit of Christmas."
"No you aren't, you're Schwarz. What the hell are you doing here?" Aya demanded of the man standing there. His fingers itched to reach the katana that was lying in his closet.
"No... I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"No... you're wrong." The spirit of Christmas took his glasses off, pinched the bridge of his nose, and then looked towards the heavens. "Why do I always get the stubborn ones? Look, I'm not your enemy. I am how ever the spirit of Christmas; I'm here to bring you a message. After the 12th stroke of midnight you'll be visited by three spirits." He put his glasses back on.
Aya scoffed at that, but only received a glare from the spirit that was speaking to him at the moment.
"You won't find this funny when they visit you, Ran, but as I was saying three spirits will be visiting you, the Ghost of Christmas Past, the Ghost of Christmas Present, and the Ghost of Christmas That is Yet to Come."
"And why would they be visiting me?" Aya asked.
"If I told you that then there would be no need of them coming here now would there? I warn you now though. They are coming beware."
With that the spirit that looked, but swore he wasn't, like Crawford vanished into thin air, leaving a very amused Aya in the wake. Shaking his head, he put the book away, laid down on his bed, and promptly fell into a deep sleep. He never noticed that he only had two hours before midnight came about.
Author's Notes: Heh, I don't care if this has been done before or not. I'm going to continue with this... Then again my muse is making me do it *winks*
Brad: Don't you dare start making fun of this....
Ne, Brad I'm not I just don't care if someone else has done this before ^_^ I like the idea and besides I think I know why you're making me write it.
Brad: Oh, and why is that?
You wanted to have a bigger role in one of my fanfictions ^___^
Brad: *sweat drops* I don't think so...
Anyway, so guys tell me what you think of it so far. *points to review button* I do hope you enjoy this and I will be finishing it. I have the whole thing planned out. *giggles and hugs her muse* He's such a good muse sometimes... Now if I can only get him to help me finish the other three fics that I'm currently in the middle of writing.
Brad: -____- Just review this and make her happy....