I don't own Weiß. Nor do I own the setting of the story. I got this from the Charles Dickens Classic, A Christmas Carol. All rights belong to their respected owners and not to me. *pouts*

Note: Italics are thoughts within this thing. ^_^ Warning some of the characters in here might be OOC. So, if you don't like it... Oh well.

                                                            Chapter 2: The Ghost of Christmas Past

            Off in the distance the soft chiming of bells could be heard, heralding the coming of midnight. Aya lay in his bed fast asleep, the only time he was at peace when fighting the demons within his mind and soul. The chiming continued until it reached the 12th stroke. After the 12th stroke, the air within the red head's room grew denser. This signaled the arrival of the first of the three spirits that were foretold of coming to the stoic man's room in visitation of him.

            Aya awoke with a start as he felt a cold hand shaking him without a care. He glared at the person who had the audacity to come into his room and wake him up. What he saw made him growl out again in anger. The spirit that was visiting him this time had long orange-ish red hair and on his forehead was a bandana. He was tall and his face carried a smirk on it. He stood there smirking at the red head in front of him.

            "Schuldich..." Aya growled out.

            "No little kitten, I'm not really him. I'm the Ghost of Christmas Past." The spirit countered.

             Aya snorted in disgust, "Couldn't you have chosen a different form then?"

            "Oh you mean like this one?" The spirit asked as the he became a she.

            She now had long blackish colored hair done up in two pigtails. Pale was her skin and her eyes were the color of midnight. She shook her head as Aya sat there looking at her with pain filled eyes. She changed back to the form of Schuldich.

            "No... that's a bit too painful for you isn't it, kitten?" He said his voice filled with sympathy.

            Aya sat there not wanting to look at the man standing before him. He had to regain his hold over his emotions. He didn't like how the spirit had caught the pain that he had for his sister who lay comatose in the hospital. Damn him, he thought as he finally got his emotions under control. He glared at the spirit that looked like Schuldich.

            The spirit shook his head, the man would never learn in his opinion. He was just too stubborn.

            "Come, it's time to go," The spirit said while walking over to the window.

            "Go? We have to leave this place?"

            "Hai, how else would I be able to show you what I have to."

            "Ok, so where the hell are we going?"

            Schuldich just looked at Aya and shook his head, "You'll see. Now come, we're running out of time." He held out his hand to the crimson haired assassin.

            Aya hesitated slightly before reaching out and gingerly grasped the German's hand. He still had no idea what all of this was about. After he had took a hold of the man's hand, he watched in confusion as the telepath opened up the window and hopped up onto the sill pulling him right along with him. Aya stared at the man.

            "What the hell are we going to do, jump out of the window?" Aya began. "That's really the smartest thing to do."

            The German just smiled at the fiery haired man and jumped off the sill dragging him along with him. Aya felt his heart fall through his feet as he was roughly yanked out into the night sky. He bit back the urge to scream that welled up within him, when he noticed that they weren't falling. They were sort of just standing there, outside of his window. Floating as one would call it. He looked around to get his bearings straight.

            "So, what now?"

            "Just wait."

            They continued to stand there until finally Aya was fed up with it. Looking over to the man who held his hand, he was about to yank it away when Schuldich tightened his grip on him.

            "I wouldn't do that if I were you, kitten." The telepath said to him.

            "Why not? We're just standing here doing nothing."

            "Look around and you'll see why."

            Aya looked around him and the German. Clouds were rolling past them swiftly as well as the ground. It almost seemed also that night kept changing to do and the seasons would change rapidly. It was going from winter to spring, to summer, to fall, then to winter once again, in a continuous cycle. Seeing this made the red head feel a trifle dizzy as he almost lost his grip with the spirit disguised as a member of Schwarz.

            Aya glanced back up at what his mind kept telling him was his enemy and found that there was a broad smirk on his face. Green eyes twinkled in merriment at the sight of the stoic man being so dazed and confused about the business at hand.

            "What's so funny?" Aya asked.

            "You are kitten."

            Aya let that subject drop. "I still haven't been told why this was all happening to me."

            Schuldich smiled, "Maybe we want to give you a chance to remember happiness."

            "I don't deserve happiness."

            "Oh really?" Schuldich said raising an eyebrow.

            "Hai."

            "Seems to me your coworkers still find happiness even though they are in the same type of situation as you are in."

            "Hn."

            "That doesn't matter to you now does it... it probably would have back then. Before everything went crazy on you. Anyway lets just see how you used to be."

            After that had been said, the rapidly passing clouds and ground slowly came to a stop. The seasons started to gradually trickle by until they reached winter once more. Aya looked around to see where they had ended up and gasped in surprise to see his old home standing right in front of him. It still looked the same as it had years before he had left it. Almost that is, there were a few minor differences. It looked more like it had when he was still a child and still believed in Christmas and in Santa Clause.

            Aya gazed skeptically at the man who had brought him to this place. The man said nothing as he pulled him forward to one of the windows on the ground floor and pointed to it for him to look inside. Aya followed his hand to see what he was showing him.

            Through the windowpane, Aya could make out the details of his parents and him. They were sitting around, laughing, and having a good time. There was the usual Christmas tree decorated near one of the walls a few presenting sitting under it. He knew what was inside of them because he remembered that day. Even though he couldn't see his sister, Aya, he knew she would be there soon. Knowing that she was still in her room, getting some of the packages wrapped from what her mother had bought to have her give to her brother.

            He gave a small smile as he remembered how much of a terrible wrapping job she had done on the present. He didn't blame her though, she was only eight at the time and didn't have that much experience with wrapping presents. It wasn't until she got older that she became good at it.

            Coming out of his reverie of the past, he went back to watching the scene playing out before him, just in time to see his younger self, stand up, and move out of sight. He knew, then that, that was the moment his sister had stepped under the mistletoe and he, being fond of tradition, was the one who caught her and gave her a small kiss on the cheek.

            He looked over at the man standing beside him.

            "Why have you brought me here?" He asked.

            "To help you remember." Was the answer he got.
            "What good does that do me? It's not as if I have the chance of saving all of them, from their future's. This is pointless to tear me apart with something I can no longer have nor deserve to have."

            "Maybe, then again maybe not, you never know what you can gain."

            Aya went back to watching his past and realized it had changed while his attention was diverted. This time, he and his sister were a few years older. He could still see the innocence within the boy's eyes and the joy that radiated from them as they both exchanged their presents the night before Christmas. He shook his head, he remembered how he used to think that, that little tradition with his family was silly. He was always the type that wanted to either wait to open them all the next day or even some years open them all on one night. His parents would never allow that, saying that Christmas only came once a year and was special. They would also say to never let the patience that a person have slip from them just because they had only one more day to wait.

            The scene changed again. To one that was now a bitter reminder of what he once had. It was the Christmas before everything was taken away from him, his joy, his happiness, and his family. He found that he couldn't watch the interaction going on between his family anymore. It was too painful for he knew that after this, it was the last.

            "Please can you stop now," despair filled his voice as he spoke.

            "Are you sure you don't want to see anymore? You were enjoying it at first, so why stop now?"

            Aya opted to not say anything with that, so the German shrugged his shoulders and waved his hand.

            Everything disappeared out of Aya's sight and he soon found himself back in his room, still in the company of the spirit of Christmas past. He turned his back on the ghost planning to ignore him and walked back over to his bed. He wanted to be alone... needed to be alone. He had lost some of his composure back there and he desperately needed to get it back. What's this now? He questioned himself. The second time this night when the wall I've built around myself has slipped. How many more times will this happen?

            As he got into his bed, he turned around and found that the spirit of Christmas Past had left him. Breathing a sigh of relief, he laid back down in his bed and drifted off into a light sleep. Outside the stars twinkled in silent amusement to what would soon happen to the sleeping man.

Author's notes: Well now another day another chapter. Damn I'm getting better at writing. ^_^

Brad: I just think you have a better muse.

*looks at Brad* You're getting a bit too arrogant now, you know.

Brad: *raises eyebrow* How can I not be arrogant and besides, you're making me that way. With all the praise I get from you.

*sweat drops* Good point. Oh well!... Anyway... Yeah I know strange chapter ne? Wouldn't think Schuldich was actually like that... but then again it's not really Schu now is it?

Brad: Thank God for that!

*giggles* Anyway here's the second chapter to my story "A Christmas Carol" I hope

all of you enjoyed it. I've enjoyed writing it so far... I want to thank all the people who have reviewed the first chapter. Thank you guys!! So now if you like it...

Brad: I think they get the point on if they like it or hate it to review it anyway...

*sticks tongue out at Brad* Maybe they do but *shrugs* I guess I enjoy typing it out. I thank you again everyone. Ja ne!


Brad: About time her notes were finished. It's almost as long as the actual chapter.

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