This is a tale of how Hiei began to like Christmas, (or not). I don't own the Christmas Carol or YYH. I'm sorry if I get the ghosts messed up and that it's at the last minute, so forgive me . . . Enjoy!
Mr. Hiei's Christmas Carol
This story all starts at Genkai's temple, where a little Christmas party was playing out. Kuwabara was drooling over Yukina, while Shizuru, Atsuko, and Chuu drank alcoholic eggnog. Genkai was beating Rinku at an early Christmas present called Super Smash Brothers: Melee. She played Kirby, and he played Link, (funny, don't you think).
Yusuke was blushing red, as Botan tried to push him under the mistletoe with Keiko. Boy, what a sight. Jin, Touya, ShiShi, and, ahem , The Beautiful Suzuka were having fun at the snowball fight. Touya and Jin were winning though, for Jin used his tornado fists to throw the snowballs at the others. Kurama was just arriving, with Christmas presents for all his friends. To say the least, he was the jolliest of all.
Now, the only one that did not like this time at all, was Hiei, up in a tree, grunting. For no reason at all, he hated Christmas, (much like everything else).
"Hiei" Kurama called up, when he saw his friend. "Why don't you come inside."
"Hn." Was all he said. Kurama just smiled, and went on his way inside.
No one noticed the red headed fox, as he came inside. So he decided to make a "grand entrance", by playing the Genkai's piano.
Genkai had gotten it from a far away friend for Christmas last year. But since she couldn't play it, (since she never had any practice), she would let anyone play on it. Kurama loved the instrument ever since he saw it. He was like a little kid boy on Christmas day, opening lots of presents just for him.
He quietly sat down, removed his coat, and the cover to the keys. Softly and slowly he started playing the first verse of Jingle Bells.
Dashing through the snow,
On a one horse open sleigh,
Then, he started to play faster and louder.Over the fields we go,
Laughing all the way;
He started playing faster and louder, getting the attention of everyone there, even Hiei.
Bells on bobtail ring,
Making spirits bright,
What fun it is to ride and sing,
A sleighing song tonight!
With the music playing, they all started to sing the rest. "Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way! Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh! Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way! Oh, what fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh! HEY!"
They all laughed together, having a good time from then on. They sang through songs like:
Angels We Have Heard On HighDeck The Halls
The First Noel
Hark! The Harold Angels Sing
Good King Wenceslas
O Christmas Tree
Twelve Days Of Christmas
They started to slow down, and stopped, listening to Kurama sing the last part of Silent Night.
"Sleep in Heavenly Peace. Sleep in Heavenly Peace." Kurama sang softly, (and in tune…I am so jealous).
"Bravo, Kurama." Yusuke smiled. "You're a whole lot better then I am."
"Thank you." He smiled.
"So." Genkai started. "How about you get started on the story you promised me."
She held out a book of green covers and a golden spine.
The title was. . . A Christmas Carol by: Charles Dickens written in red on the spine. Kurama even more now. He loved this story.
He settled down on the woman's huge couch in the livingroom. With some turn of some pages, and the settling down of all his friends, Kurama began. "Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. . ."
It was almost a hour or so, when he finish the book. Everyone around him was sleeping, so peaceful.
Kurama quietly got off the coach, and went outside to see a clear sky. He smiled
up, when he saw Hiei. The little fire demon was apparently listening too, for he was asleep up in the tree.
Too bad he doesn't like Christmas. . .
"Wake up!" Screamed someone.
Hiei awoke suddenly, ready to slice and dice the person who woke him. But he didn't see anyone, only Kurama, who fell asleep on the walkway. He looked around, trying to find the idiot who would die.
"Over here, Hiei." He turned and looked at the most weirdest thing.
"Rinku?" Hiei sneered.
"No, silly." A tiny figure looking just like the Yo-Yo Master, but was see through, stood in mid air. "I'm the ghost of Christmas Past."
"Christmas Past?"
"Yes." The spirit said. "I only look like Rinku, because I'm the only kid you know." (Like the book) "And, I'm here to help you."
"With what?"
"Your spirit and joy of Christmas! I'm here to help you gain it, where you don't feel lonely."
"Oh, please."
"So let's go."
Before Hiei could ask, the Spirit took flight, with Hiei right behind. A flash of light here and there, and they were in one of the forests of Makai, (demon world). They zoomed in the air, flying through the trees, until they came to a certain snowy spot.
Right below them, was a young and beautiful Yukina, playing with the birds and sqirrels, (who were apparently harmless. . . even though it was Makai. . .).
"Behold, the childhood you never had."
"What does this mean." Hiei glared hard at the ghost.
Getting uncomfortable, the boy said. "If you had never been exiled from the lands of the koorime, (ice maidens), you could have lived happily with her and your mother and aunt. You could have loved Christmas like your sister. . . but, no. You had to grow up alone."
The scene of his sister faded, as another came into view. This one was with only him, alone.
"You always were alone."
"Hn. What does this have to do with anything."
The ghost looked annoyed. "Just watch."
The scene disappeared, like the last one, to show many more. First there was Kurama with short hair, fighting Hiei. Then, one of Kuwabara going after Yukina. Another, of Yusuke winning the Dark Tournament. One after another, they showed, like a slide show.
"These are your friends, your family. If you begin to show you care, you would probably be heppier, getting your spirit back of love and joy. . . nd Christmas."
Hiei said nothing, but only stared at the flashbacks.
"And now I have to go. You will be visited by another ghost, very soon. . ."
And, with that, the ghost disappeared, and Hiei returned to the tree.