A/N: Hi! This is my Gravitation Christmas special that I am putting all my stories on hold for. I promise that I will get back to my stories as soon as I am done. I am hoping to have this done at least by New Years. I hope everyone enjoys!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation

The Warning

It was a cold yet joyous Christmas Eve. The beautiful, white, fluffy snow was gentle falling from the sky, promising that tomorrow will be a white Christmas. Children were playing outside, adults were merry, everyone was gleeful on this day. Even people at NG Productions were celebrating the day. Everyone there was decorating the whole building in order to get ready for the Christmas Eve Party that Tohma Seguchi was throwing in order to celebrate the holidays. The whole world was happy.

Everyone except one certain blond novelist.

Yuki hated Christmas. He hated it ever since he could remember. The whole joy and peace through out the world seemed so fake. He despised the holidays ever since he could remember.

Yuki stormed through NG Productions up to Tohma's office. The last thing he wanted was to be around the Christmas happy people that were decorating down stairs. He wanted to get in and out as fast as possible. He wanted nothing to do with the holidays.

He went in to Tohma's office with no sign of warning.

"What the hell did you want!?" Yuki yelled at a surprised Tohma. who was decorating his room.

"Eiri-san, so glad that you could make it. Why are you more grouchier then usual?" Tohma asked hanging up the tinsel.

"I have no time for your questions! Just tell me what you want." Yuki said getting a little impatient.

"I just wanted to know if you were coming to my party later." Tohma cheered.

"NO! Now stop asking me and wasting me time by bring me here for such nonsense!" Yuki screamed extremely pissed. He doesn't know how many times he had said that he hated the holidays to Tohma, but you think after about ten years he would get the point!

"But Eiri-"

"NO! And because that you are going to ask again, NO! Now I am sick and tired of being treated like this. If you excuse me I got work to do. Maybe you don't work on the stupid holidays, but I do!" Yuki stormed out of Tohma's office.

Yuki was super pissed off. He hates it when people tried to force 'holiday cheer' on him. Blind with rage Yuki didn't see that he had bumped into someone.

"Watch where you're going." Yuki seethed.

"Sorry" said a familiar voice. Yuki looked down to see Shuichi laying down on the ground. Shuichi was wearing a slinky Santa outfit. A red velvet vest that did a bad job at hiding his tight white shirt, short red shorts that hugged his curve nicely, and black boots that laced up to the knee.

Not wanting to see Shuichi's face, or outfit, any longer, Yuki ran out of the building into his car leaving a stunned Shuichi laying on the ground.

Yuki got into his car feeling his heart race. It has been three years since he and Shuichi broken up. In fact, it was on Christmas Eve when the had decided to call it quits. He still remembered the day clearly. He remembered yelling at his young lover and Shuichi shouting back. He also remember Shuichi packing his bags and leaving him.

But that wasn't why he hated the holiday. He hated Christmas since he could remember. Shuichi just try to change something that couldn't be done. Yuki, the next day, felt a little bad about what happened that day, and, even though he won't admit it, he missed Shuichi very much.

Yuki shook his head of those thought. Now was not the time to be opening up old wounds. He had to get home and write his novel. Shuichi was the past. And if there was anything that Yuki had learned growing up, was that you could not change the past.

Finally reaching his apartment building, Yuki slammed his car door and went to his condo. Stripping himself of his wet clothes, Yuki then enter his study to write the rest of his story.

3 hours later...

Nothing. Three hours, and nothing was accomplished. The curser mock him and it continued to blink on the blank page. His inspiration was gone. He had no muse, and it was just pissing the already moody Yuki.

Frowning and deciding that he had enough of trying, Yuki got ready for bed. He got into his flannel pajamas and placed himself on his comfy mattress.

Howl...Whistle...Bang

Yuki heard and felt the strong, winter wind crashing open his windows. Reluctantly, Yuki got up to close the window, only to have the wind grew stronger, throwing ice and dust into his face.

"Eiri" Yuki heard.

"What the hell!?" He yelled. Was there someone trying to break in?

"Eiri"

"Who is there? Show yourself!" Yuki commanded.

One big gust of wind broke through the winds. Leaves, snow, branches swirled into Yuki's room. It formed a tornado in the middle of his room, smashing and messing up everything. When the tornado died down he saw someone he thought he would never see again.

"Long time no see Eiri"

"You...How can this be? It can't be real! You're dead!" Eiri started to shake and panic.

"I am dead. Remember? You are the one who killed me. Don't tell me you forgot Yuki."

"This is just a dream! Just a nightmare! You are not real!" Eiri started to shiver and hold himself. "I killed you. So you can't be here. Yuki Kitazawa is dead."

"I told you I am not real. I am a spirit, and I came to warn you Eiri."

"Warn me about what?" Eiri asked still frighten. This could not be real and happening. Yuki Kitazawa is dead. There is no way he could be here in his bedroom.

"Because of your mood and lack do holiday cheer, you will be visit by three spirits. The spirit of Christmas Past, the spirit of Christmas Present, and the spirit of Christmas Yet to Come."

"Do you think I would believe that? This is all just a dream. No spirit is coming to get me. This is just a nightmare." he said trying to convince himself. But no matter how much he tried, it just seemed to real.

"This is in no way a dream. The spirits will come, and you will learn your lesson"

And with that Yuki Kitazawa vanished from sight, leaving Yuki stunned and his room a rotting mess.

Did that just happened? Yuki thought to himself. No it couldn't have happened. I'm just dreaming inside my bed. All I have to do is pinch myself...

" OWW!"

"Hufff...pant..huff" Yuki breathed deeply, shooting up from his bed. He looked around his room to see everything in place.

"It was just a dream. An awful dream" he said to himself.

As he tried to shifted and retuen to his sleep, Yuki felt a heavy weight on his leg. He looked up to see a smiling face staring up at him.

"Sorry Eiri-san, but it wasn't a dream."

A/N: So what do you think? Did you like it? Sorry if there was any mistakes. It's late and I am tired.

Please review and tell me what you think. No flames please though. Bye!