A GF Christmas Carol

Disclaimer: I don't own Galactik Football ...but how cool would that be ?I could give everybody shares for Christmas and then i wouldn't have to write a Christmas themed fic .But I don't own GF and cant give out shares so your getting a Christmas themed fic instead OK! I also don't own A Christmas carol as i am not Charles Dickens cause if I was I'd be a dude and I'm not

I the most awesome DH (not to blow my own trumpet but toot toot) Wrote this and will not take kindly to it being put up on some random HENTAI site and me not given credit. I don't care if it is the holiday season it MINE so leave IT ALONE!

PS. I love you all unless you're here to steal my fics then I HATE YOUR GUTS !

The First Kinda Boring Chapter

Artegor hated Christmas. In his opinion it was the worst time of the year ,he hated it. There were so many reasons why he hated it ,but there were too many to go into . It was these many reasons that led Artegor to be sitting alone in a hotel room on Akillian sulking into a bottle of vodka, listening to carol singers on the street below singing the Akillian favourite "I'm dreaming of a non-white Christmas"and wishing he was anywhere else but there on Akillian where everything had started.

Artegor polished off one bottle after another of vodka ,trying to drown the sorrow of being on Akillian for Christmas. He was just about to drift into a drunken stupor when a bunch of people who couldn't really sing began singing really loudly outside his window.

"We wish you a Merry Christmas

We wish you a Merry Christmas

We wish you a Merry Christmas

and a..."

Then the singing stopped and a voice said "Come on D'jok do your part!" Glancing out of the window from the chair he was slumped in Artegor could see the Snow Kids standing there holding bottles of something that was alcoholic.

D'Jok at this point answered "I wont !" but after a few sharp words from Mei he gave in a screamed so out of tune that the windows rattled

"AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR! "

This prompted Artegor to leap out of his chair ,push open the window and yell down to them " FUCK OFF, CHRISTMAS IS A HUMBUG !"

Slamming his window shut again Artegor didn't hear them all calling him a scrooge. Falling back into his chair Artegor slowly descended into the silent blackness that was a drunken sutpor.

It was sudden when he woke up . He had no idea what had woken him up all he knew was that he automatically hated it . Glancing around the room Artegor discovered that it looked no different to how it had done when he'd passed out ,and yet he had the feeling something was turned to look behind him and fell out of his chair at what he saw.

Aarch was standing there,but not Aarch as he was now old and fat and walrussy, this was young Aarch ,the Aarch that had played for the shadows ,ruthless ,mean and powerful. But that Aarch had died long ago so him being here was was about to tell Aarch-thing this but all that managed to come out was "impossible"

"No Artegor not impossible." The Aarch thing said " I am here to stop you becoming what you and I once were."

"Successful?" Artegor asked scornfully

"No ,bad people." Aarch said "We were horrible people Artegor ,we left everyone we ever cared about behind so we could get a chance at our dream and it ended badly for everyone involved!"

" NO ONE cared about me Aarch ,it was all you they cared about ,the hero I was just there...I was always just there!"

"And look where it god me Artegor." Aarch ghost said " I am forced to wander the worlds watching everything for all eternity carrying the weight if what I've done with me wherever I go" He gestured to chains Artegor hadn't noticed before.

"Those chains look heavy." Artegor said not taking his eyes off them.

"They are,but it is my punishment for what I have done ,the pain I've caused. The chains you will have are much heavier than mine Artegor ,everything you have done that is wrong is added link by link to the chain. I am here to offer you a chance. Tonight you will be visited to three ghosts ,The Ghosts of Christmas past ,present and future. The First will come when the clock strikes one ,the second when the clocks strikes two and the third when the clock strikes three."

Artegor looked at Aarch and noticed he seemed to be fading away.

"You're fading!"

"My time is up here ,I must go . Remember the first will come when the clock strikes one. The second at two and the third when the clock strikes three!"

"AARCH!" Artegor yelled ,but Aarch was already gone.

Artegor dashed to his bed and hid under the covers hoping that this was all some sort of alcohol induced vision that would pass. He began to slip under into the world of sleep hoping it was all over.

And then the clock struck one.

Tada the first chapter is done ! And Yes FemaleSpock this will be an Aarch/Artegor fic feel free to SQUEEE really loudly . Reviews are helpful and make good early Christmas Pressies! *Hint hint *