A/N: This is actually a rewrite from a script format I wrote back in 2003 and it was removed by the site for being in a script format a year later. Obviously, it was written for fun for the Holiday season (so yeah, complete randomness and a bit of OOCness, especially in the end).

Eight years later (don't ask why I waited so long), I've decided to shift this into a regular story format so that it can be posted here once more. Aside from the format, the only changes I've made were any grammar errors I managed to spot.

Enjoy, and Happy Holidays!

Chapter 1 – Bah Humberg!

Millions Knives, the evil leader of the Gung-Ho-Guns gang, was settling himself for dinner at the GHG headquarters. On the small table in front of him was a plate full of turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, corn, and a glass of red wine. He sat down on the wooden chair and took the wine glass in his hand.

"Ahh," Knives sighed with happiness. "The Gung-Ho-Guns are gone for the stupid Holidays. Now I can enjoy myself… alone, with no one around." He grinned at that. "I like the sound of that!"

He was just about to take a sip of his wine when the door suddenly bursted open. Knives looked up to see who dared decided to disturb his dinnertime. He was kind of surprised to see his twin brother, Vash the Stampede, pop right in. It didn't surprise him, however, to see that Vash was a Santa Claus outfit with a fake beard.

"What do you want?" Knives asked in annoyance.

"Hey there, Knives!" Vash cried out cheerfully. "Guess what day it is?"

Knives grumbled under his breath. In reply, Vash, cupped his hand over his ear towards his brother. "I can't hear you!"

Knives grumbled again. It was a little louder this time, but his brother was still persistent. "I still can't hear you!" Vash called out. "Come on, shout it out to the happy world!"

More annoyed than ever, Knives jumped out of his seat. "CHIRSTMAS EVE!" he bellowed. "Are you happy now?"

"… Nope!"

Knives was just about ready to blow a fuse, but instead, he merely took a deep breath and sat back down in his chair. "What more do you want then?"

"Well," Vash began as he grinned even more. "After all that's happened the last few years, especially when we found out that Wolfwood's still alive, Meryl figured that we all can get together tomorrow night for a Christmas party! It'll be a lot of fun with lots of cake, cookies and my personal favorite… DONUTS!"

"… That's nice," Knives said sarcastically. "…and you're point?"

"My point is… since you're always lonely and cranky, we thought it would be a great idea to, um, invite you over as well."

Knives threw his arms up as he shouted, "Bah Humberg! I hate Christmas and I hate the stupid human race! I wouldn't touch them with a 39 in a half foot pole! And I'm not lonely and cranky!

Vash's grin disappeared and a frown replaced it. "Oh, come on, Knives, don't be such a scrooge! And look at you! You're always mean to the Gung-Ho-Guns, so you're cranky. You're also sitting here eating dinner all by yourself! You're a lonely person. How did you become such a cranky person any ways?"

Now just pissed, mostly because he was sick of his brother's cackling, Knives quickly stood up from his chair, slamming the palm of his hands on the table. "That's enough! Get out of my sight before I call my crew in."

"Aren't they all dead?"

"My new recruit, Angel the Black Rose, has the ability to resurrect the dead. How did you think Nicholas D. Wolfwood came back to life?"

Vash pondered over this for a moment. "… oh yeah, I forgot. By the way, Knives, all the members of the Gung-Ho-Guns are going to the party too!"

"… Get out of here."

"Okay then." Vash only took a step back before he remembered something. "Oh yeah, tell Legato to come as well if he wants to."

Knives shook his head. "Unfortunately, we couldn't get Legato back from the dead. It seems as though he used his telekinetic powers against Black Rose so that she doesn't resurrect him. He probably enjoys being dead."

"Gee, that's too bad, he's going to miss out."

Knives growled. "YOU'RE the one who shot him!"

Vash was now nearly crying. "He forced me to!"

"Whatever."

"Oh, before I go, I want to sing a song!"

"Vash… no…"

But to Knives' dismay, Vash began to sing anyway. "Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the waaaay! Oh what fun it is to riiide in a one horse-"

Knives slammed his fist on the table. "GET OUT!"

"…Fine, but you'll be sorry!" With that, Vash turned on his heel and left the dark lair.

After that fiasco, Knives took a deep breath before sitting back down again. "What's so great about Christmas? It's such an annoying Holiday. Everyone's just so happy, shopping for stupid gifts, and then they wait for some fat lard named Santa who doesn't even exist!"

Knives then took the wine glass in his hand. "Well, at least I'm here in this nice, peaceful, quiet place where I don't have to deal with any of that."

Just before he takes a sip of the wine, the empty chair in front of him suddenly moved back a few feet.

"Damn it!" Knives yelled out. "Can't I get drunk already?"

Then, to his surprise, Knives noticed a lightly visible person appearing right in front of him. Knives didn't have to look twice to see who it was because he soon recognized the figure as his former right hand man, Legato!

Knives dropped the glass of wine in shock, and he barely heard the shatter it made upon landing on the floor. "Legato!" he yelled as he up, ran behind his chair, and hid behind it, unsure of what to think.

Legato gave him an odd look. "Millions Knives, since when did you become such a chicken?"

Knives growled a bit as he realized what he was doing. He straightened himself up and brushed himself off as though nothing happened.

"I apologize, Legato," he replied. "You were the last person I expected to come here."

An amused look came over Legato's face. "Just because I'm dead doesn't mean I should be the last person you expect to come to you. Now, I came here for a reason and you must listen well."

Knives rolled his eyes. "I don't have time for this Legato."

"You and I both know that you have more time in the world in a day than a cow."

Knives grumbled as he sat down. "Fine, but make it quick."

Legato sat down in the chair opposite from Knives before beginning. "When you first recruited me into the Gung-Ho-Guns, I believed in your cause. The humans were nothing but savages. But after my demise, I realized something. The humans are not savages. Although they can be stubborn and selfish, there are kind people wanting good in life. This has also brought me to the conclusion you are indeed a very cranky, lonely person looking for someone to blame your pain on."

Knives clenched his fists at the last sentence. "You're starting to become like my brother! You're lucky to be dead already or else I would've killed you by now."

Legato nearly laughed. "You forget that I have telekinetic powers and that I can kill you without a single thought."

Knives stood up from his chair. "Oh yeah? Well… um… I can… um-"

"Pathetic! And you call yourself a leader! You can't even make a simple comeback after a comment like that."

"… Get out of here!"

Legato folded his arms. "That's your problem right there. You push people away when they are trying to help you. But I have a way to get some sense put into you."

Knives raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

Legato explained. "Knives, it's time that you learn the true meaning of life. You will be visited by three ghosts, who will guide you and help you learn that. Farewell."

Then, in a quick flash, Legato vanished.

Knives laughed after a moment of silence. "Three ghosts? What a joke! I'm happy with the way things are for me right now. Learn the true meaning of life… HA! That's going to amuse me all night!"

Little did Knives realized was that he had a very long night ahead of him…