Izedragn: HELLO!! I know I'm supposed to be updating some of my other stories but my muse

started shouting at me and I couldn't make her shut up... stupid brat.

Faye: AM NOT!!

Ize: Are too.

Faye: No uh!

Ize: oh just shut up already. You've got your stupid story up aren't you happy yet?!

Faye: NEVER!!! Ku ku ku ku ku ku

Ize: -.-U Um, yikes! I think I'll just start with the story now....

Faye: Sorry but she doesn't own inuyasha and co. ku ku ku ku

Ize: SHUT UP!!!!

Faye:Well, you don't. Or Christmas Carol, for that matter. Anyway.... on with the show

*dramatically falls into a Sailor Moon pose*

Ize: Oh boy...

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Naraku is as dead as a door nail. Yes folks there is no doubting it, he's as dead as a

dog... or a baboon as the case may be. Sesshoumaru himself signed the death certificate,

with no small amount of pleasure might I add. For it was never said that Sesshoumaru was a

sympathetic man, in fact it was never said that he had any emotions what so ever. He was

cold, so cold that the winter itself bowed down before his great coldness. The biting frost

was so familiar with his soul that he began to display it's frigid breath for all to see. It

was evident in his rich flowing main of winter-kissed locks. Of which he was very proud and

wore in cascading lengths down to his knees. Even the clothing that he choose to done

reflected his icy soul, for they where as white as newly fallen snow. The only visible

sign of color was seen in his golden orbs. Which despite being the same hue as the

life-giving sun where as tempered as a blizzard in deep December. Now I only make the mention

of Narkau so that you may know of it's occurrence, or else all that is to pass would seem

pointless to you. After all, no great fear can be inflicted from walking into someone who is

quite alive.... well, for Sesshoumaru at least, the rest of us can quite easily say that we

would rather dance with a molting Black Mamba than sit in the same room as that festering

piece of meat known as Naraku. Now, to get back to the subject and away from certain

Hanyou's that are gratefully dead, we will enter this great story that begins many years

ago. If you follow me I will invite you into a dark counting house where the Great Banking

Lord Sesshoumaru sat glaringly controlling his meddlesome clerk who sat shivering in the next

dreary cell.

The said Hanyou attempted to gather warmth from a flickering flame that valiantly attempted to

keep itself lit on a solitary piece of coal. He might have gathered a larger stock, if it

weren't for the coal-boxes location beside the glowering Lord. The dead amber eye's looked

back at him with a raised brow as if to say

'yes, was there something you wanted?'

Lighter golden eye's snapped away and centered upon the candle beside his desk, with a soft

sigh the clerk now attempted to warm himself upon the glowing candle beside his papers. Where

Sesshoumaru's hair was the frigid northern winter, Inuyasha's, his clerk, was the merrily

shinning tinsel bedecking a Christmas tree. Bright red clothing added the man poorly in

keeping away the cold bite of winter, which was added with the even colder bite of

Sesshoumaru's stare.

"A Merry Christmas Uncle! God save you!" A very merry voice shattered the agonizing

silence within the tomb. A bright young man dressed in the clothing of a monk, strode into

his acute visual field. The docile coloring of purple and black did little to damper the

man's happy spirit. The soft clanking of his staff was partially muffled by the green wreath

that hung from it. A giant Red bow held it in place.

"Ba humbug!" Sesshoumaru retorted with all the emotion of a rock.

"Christmas a humbug Uncle, surely you jest?" He tilted his head to the side, cocking

an eye brow in a manner that was reminiscent of Sesshoumaru's earlier action, if not for the

glowing cheeks and delighted sparkle within his soft chocolate eye's.

"what reason have you to be marry, nephew? You're poor enough." Sesshoumaru said with

a partial hinting of cockiness.

"What reason then, do you have not to be? You're rich enough." The nephew's look

clearly said that he believed his uncle caught in their game of wits.

"What is Christmas then, if not a chance to pay bills without money. This world is

full of fools to believe in Christmas. This is only a chance for becoming a year older, and

not a penny richer. If I could but work my will every idiot who goes about with merry

Christmas should be boiled with his own pudding and buried with a stake of holly through his

heart."

"Uncle!" The young man pleaded, with pity spicing his kind eye's.

"Nephew, keep Christmas in you're way and I'll keep it in my own." The cold man

retorted in a stern commanding voice.

"Keep it? Why Uncle, you don't keep it at all?" The young man demanded confused.

"Let me leave it alone if I choose, then. It's never done you any good and I doubt

it ever will."

"It has done me good Uncle, it is a good time, a kind, forgiving, charitable time.

It's the only time I know of where all seem open with their hearts and think of those below

them. This is why Uncle, that no matter how little money I may have derived from it's

passage, it has done me good and will continue to do me good and I say GOD BLESS IT!" By

this time the young mans color had once more flushed in excitement as he vainly attempted to

make the frozen man before him understand. When the speech was over he noted no change in

his Uncles demeanor, however a large clapping sound echoed from the room behind him.

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Ize: You know, i want you to just remember that this is ALL YOUR IDEA!!

Faye:I know.

Ize: You are so darn conceited, I'm the one that wrote it after all!

Faye: Yes, but only with MY Brilliance guiding you down the path of authorism.

Ize: -.-U I can't believe I'm listening to you.

Faye: oh, you know you love me.

Ize: I plead the fifth.

Faye: AKA, guilty on all accounts.

Ize: yeah, yeah, shut up. Until next time! Which should only be a click away :) JA NE!!!

Faye: Don't forget to R&R to tell her what a great Muse I am. *Grins insanely*