Seppen: Ello readers of Fan-fiction! This here, is yet another Charles Dickens "A Christmas Carol" using the Organization members as the characters as well as Namine due to shortage of females. Yes, this has been done previously and already by someone else this year, BUT this version of the story is different as well as my cast!

Xaldin: Are you almost done? I want to get this embarrassing play over and done with.

Seppen: Love your support, note the sarcasm! You could help a little, it won't kill you.

Xaldin: Fine, She does not own Kingdom Hearts or "A Christmas Carol", thank goodness.

Seppen: Whatever, I have an authentic script of one of many versions, whoohoo.

Xaldin: Someone save us!

Seppen: Anyhow, here is the cast for the Prologue!

Prologue

Old Man...Zexion

Solicitor...Xaldin

Thomas...Roxas

Snow lightly fell outside, the wind created an icy chill as it whipped around. Lights twinkled from each and every house in anticipation of Christmas. Trees lit windows with their own joyous glow as parents set out for last minute shopping. On a certain doorstep, stood two men, conversing about the weather and other small talk. The younger of the two, a solicitor, pulled his coat tighter around himself as the wind whipped by yet again, turning his cheeks a rosy color. His long dread-like hair flew every which way as he attempted to pull his top hat over the rest. The elder man spoke pleasantly as blue strands of hair covered one of his eyes, strangely on its own rather than by the wind.

"And here you are. These should help you with your fund drive." The elder man said to the solicitor, while he handed the man some envelopes.

"Yes, this should help very much. Thank you, sir–and Merry Christmas" The solicitor replied graciously as he placed the envelopes safely in his coat pocket.

"You're quite welcome." The older gentlemen said as the solicitor left.

The elder man closed the door with great effort a the wind pushed back. With a muffled thud, the door was closed and the man turned around to find his grandson standing there.

"Grandfather, what did you give him?" asked his grandson, a little, spiky-haired boy.

"I gave him a note to take to the grocer so he can purchase food for a Christmas dinner his league is preparing. I also gave one to purchase toys for the children." Explained his grandfather as he relaxed into a recliner after the strenuous task of closing the door.

The little boy pulled the footrest closer to his grandfather as he too sat down.

"Does this mean I'm not getting any toys?" Thomas, asked with innocent blue eyes.

"Not to worry, my boy. I do believe there are many packages with your name on them." His grandfather assured him with a pat of the head.

"But wouldn't I have more if you didn't give so much away?" Thomas asked staring off at the Christmas tree in thought, imagining only the plethora of toys just waiting for him to play with.

"Where's your Christmas spirit, lad? Don't you know it is better to give than receive?" Came the grandfather's mock-shocked voice as he attempted to stifle some laughter.

"But I like toys." Thomas explained, pointing to the little train running around the Christmas tree, making muffled noises as the wheels rolled along the track.

You, I believe, have plenty of toys!" Thomas' grandfather grinned, ruffling Thomas' hair, "There are many children who wouldn't receive any if it wasn't for gifts like ours."

"No presents? Why? Don't their parents buy them presents?" Thomas practically shouted at his grandfather, his eyes large with shock at the thought of no presents.

Thomas jumped up off the footrest in surprise before his grandfather had him sit back down.

"Some of them are not able." His grandfather explained.

"Well, what about their grandparents, then?" Thomas countered.

"Some of them are not able, either" His grandfather added.

"Why?" Thomas questioned, titling his head to the side in curiosity and a bit of naivety.

"There are many that are less fortunate than us." Thomas' grandfather pointed out, moving his hands as he spoke as if to show greater emphasis.

"But that's because you work so hard. And Father works hard, too. Why do you and Father have to work so hard–just to give our money away?" Thomas thought aloud, still confused.

Thomas tried counting on his fingers just how long and hard both his father and grandfather worked, to no avail. After having gave up, he looked back up at his grandfather for a response.

"My boy, it sounds like you need to hear the story of Ebeneezer Scrooge!" his grandfather realized, raising his voice as he spoke.

"Ebeneezer Scrooge? Who's he?" Thomas asked, looking around like Ebeneezer Scrooge would pop out from nowhere, like some long-lost crazy uncle.

"Well, let me see if I can recall his story–it's been many a year since he passed on, and your grandfather's memory isn't what it once was." Thomas' grandfather spoke while making several faces in confusion.

"I think your memory is fine, Grandfather." Thomas laughed as he watched his grandfather with interest.

"Thank you, Thomas. Well, let's see. Ebeneezer Scrooge was a business man so concerned about his situation that it nearly consumed him. He was a very hard worker, even from the beginning –why, he spent so much time at his business that he had no time for family." His grandfather went on, deep in thought.

"No time for family? But you and father have lots of time with us." Thomas shouted in amazement.

"That we do, Thomas–and we enjoy every minute of it," His grandfather assured him, "but Ebeneezer Scrooge did not understand that. Life for him was the pursuit of money. So much so that eventually, he had no feelings for others at all. Why, it didn't bother him a bit if he took advantage of someone for his benefit."

"He doesn't sound like a very nice man." Thomas muttered as he imagined such a person.

"To many he wasn't. And he would have spent his whole life a lonely, bitter man without help." Thomas' grandfather warned as he rubbed his chin.

"But who would help someone like that?" Thomas asked staring at his grandfather.

"Well, maybe I should start at the beginning of Ebeneezer Scrooge's story." Thomas Grandfather smiled before summoning a book with the name 'Ebeneezer Scrooge' written across it in a fancy manuscript.

He opened the book and licked his fingertips as he flipped through the pages to the beginning. His voice took on a dreamy tone that kept Thomas' attention as he began to relay the story of Ebeneezer Scrooge.

AN:

Seppen: And that is a finished prologue!

Zexion: I thought that was the epilogue.

Seppen: Sarcasm has been noted.

Roxas: Why am I Thomas?

Seppen: You are the most innocent Organization member.

Roxas: Really?

Seppen: Don't worry I had to give some characters other roles due my persistence of only using the Organization, plus Namine, so you are not only Thomas.

Roxas: Yeah?

Seppen: Good enough.

Zexion: Since when could an old man summon a book AND WHY AM I AN OLD MAN! My hair is blue, not gray!

Seppen: I'm spicing up the story with a bit of your guys' traits/abilities/etc and that will make sense later, calm down.

Roxas: Well, Don't forget to review!