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 3: The Ghost of Christmas Present

            The sounds of merriment drifted up to Aya's bedroom causing the now almost sleep deprived man to awake. The moonlight drifted through the open curtains, casting its soft luminance on the man who lay on his bed. He growled at being woken up by the noise. He almost wished that this night would be over soon, but the fates were not going to be so kind to the stoic man. They still had much more in store for him.

            He sat up, wishing that his peaceful rest had not been disturbed by the ruckus going on down stairs. How he loathed the Christmas season with a renewed passion. This time he hated it to the point of where he wished that it had never come  to being about in the beginning. He would at least be in the quiet he so keenly yearned for. He threw the warm covers off of him and stood up from the bed.

            Walking down stairs he went into the mission room where the noisy party was being held.

            His eyes narrowed at the sight before him. Yohji sat sprawled in the double couch that was on the far wall, a glass of eggnog in one hand while the other one was loosely draped about the shoulders of a young woman. The young woman that was sitting next to the lanky playboy also held a cup of eggnog in her hand and both she and Yohji were sitting there laughing at a now drunk Omi who had ended up deciding to juggle five of the brightly colored Christmas ornaments that didn't get placed on the Christmas tree.

            Ken sat over in the corner. There was an untouched and slowly cooling down, mug of hot chocolate being held in his hands. He didn't laugh as much as the others. His eyes were glued past Aya to the stairs, in search of something or someone. His face held a looked of childlike sadness, since there was nothing that he could see on the stairs.

            A burst of laughter emitted from Yohji causing the brunette to turn his attention back towards the scene being acted out in front of him. Ken could now see the highly intoxicated Omi standing amid shards of broken glass and looking at them dejectedly. The ornaments he had previously been juggling had some how ended up broken because the boy wasn't coordinated enough to catch them. Ken shook his head at the sight of what he would probably have to clean up later when everyone else was in their intoxicated sleep. He turned his attention back to the stairs.

            At that point, Aya stalked over in front of Yohji. He glared the older man sitting before him, then at the other sitting around for letting the place fall into total disarray.

They all ignored him. It was almost as if they couldn't even see him.

            Just then, Yohji spoke up.

            "Yo, Kenken, what's the matter? You look like a wet basket."

            Ken looked at Yohji and shook his head, "Nothing's wrong, Yohji."

            "Then why are you staring at the stairs and refusing to have a bit of fun?"

            Ken forced a smile on his face and said nothing.

            "You're waiting for Aya to come down. Aren't you?" Yohji asked.

            Ken blushed at being caught.

            "Hah! I was right you were waiting for Aya. Man, I don't know why you would. That king of snowmen could careless about Christmas. Face it, he's not going to show up."

            "Come on Yohji, he can't be that insensitive about this time of year." Ken said in Aya's defense.

            Aya spoke up at that point, "Hn... guys, it's nice how you'll talk about someone when they're standing right in front of you."

            "They can't see you," came a soft voice from behind him.

            Startled Aya turned around. When he turned around, he growled low in his throat. "Schwarz..."

            Nagi stood there looking at the red haired man. His eyes rolled at being called Schwarz.

            "No, I'm the Ghost of Christmas Present and they can not see you."

            "Why am I here then, it's not as if I care about what my teammates say about me."

            "Ahh, you might not care about them, but they do care about you. Some of them at least," Nagi said.

            "Hn."

            "Then again, this is one of the rare times they'll actually say something about what they really think of you."

            At that point, the sound of Omi speaking distracted Aya.

            "Ne, Yohji-kun, that's mean of you to say," the genki seventeen year old slurred. "Although," he added thoughtfully, "You do have a point about that, but that doesn't mean you can talk about him like that!"

            Aya looked over to the kinetic and smirked, "At least someone will stick up for me."

            "Ahh, but he thinks the same as everyone else though. You're a cruel uncaring person. They only wish that once a year you would shed the darkness surrounding you and be happy.'

            "Like I really..." Aya started to say.

            "Yes, I know, like you really deserve happiness." Nagi cut him off and held up his hand. "Do you really think that they don't think and feel the same way you do? They all have the same problems you do. They've faced the same thing you have and yet they still can hold the Christmas tradition in their hearts. Besides, they aren't the only people who wish you would relax a bit. Come, I have more to show you."

            With that, Nagi grabbed Aya's hand and led him out of the house through the wall.

            After a while of walking, they ended up inside a dark room. The sounds of forced breathing could be heard and a slight smell of medications lingered in the air. Aya looked around and saw that he was in the room that held his comatose sister.

            "Why have you brought me here? She's not able to celebrate Christmas anymore so what's the point?" Aya bluntly asked the young boy.

            "She might not be awake but her spirit still lingers and besides do you honestly think that if she was awake, she would be happy with the way you're acting?"

            "She's not though, so she can't say anything about it and anyway if she were awake do you think I would be who I am today."

            Nagi shrugged his shoulder, "Maybe. That's beside the point. The past is gone and unchangeable, what remains now is the present and the future. Come there's still more to see." He walked out of the room.

            Aya casted a fleeting glance towards his sister, before turning and followed the Ghost of Christmas Present. His face holding a look of thoughtfulness as he left.

            They walked through the town. Their feet barely touched the snow as they glided to the place that they were going to.

            Nagi guided him to a nice looking home. It wasn't that big of a house but you could tell that the people who owned it were pretty well to do with money. Aya looked at the house then looked at Nagi. His face showed incomprehension as to who might live there and as to why the spirit would bring him to a place that no one he knew lived.

            Nagi caught the look of bewilderment on the crimson haired man's face and just sighed.

            Finally, he spoke up, "Even your enemies enjoy themselves during the holidays. Come and see."

            They both walked into the house. Aya was starting to get used to the idea of walking through walls. Too bad I can't do this all the time, he thought to himself as they wandered into what looked like a living room. It would be a useful skill to use on a mission, he thought, then looked around the living. He spotted Brad Crawford sitting in a leather chair. He held a glass of brandy within his hands and the sounds of American Christmas music played in the background. He recognized the tune to be the classic one, the Nat King Cole version of, Chestnuts Roasting over an Open Fire. Aya snorted at that. He never figured Brad to be the type to be listening to that sort of music or celebrating Christmas as it seemed he was doing at that very moment.

            Across from Brad, Schuldich sat. A festively decorated German beer was being drank while the telepath was watching a muted television playing one of the normal television shows during the Christmas season. He would occasionally look over to the precog and make comments, to which the American would give a small smile and glance over to the TV.

            Farfarello and Nagi were nowhere to be seen. Then again, Aya concluded mentally. The psycho's probably locked up in a cell saying that Christmas makes God happy and as for Nagi, he's standing right beside me. Just then sounds of talking filtered through to the unemotional man's hearing.

            "Hey, Crawford, you sent Nagi to bed already didn't you?" Schuldich asked.

            Brad just nodded.

            "And what about Farf? What's he doing?"

            "He said something about he was going to hurt God and ran upstairs carrying a bundle of stuff in his arms." Brad answered the telepath.

            Schuldich's eyes gleamed with repressed mirth as he could only imagine what Farfarello meant by hurting God. "You mean he's giving us some strange type of present again, this year?" He asked.

            "I believe so."

            Aya looked over at the spirit beside him and raised his eyebrow in question to the comment the telepath made.

            Nagi nodded his head in answer, "Hai, even the psycho, will celebrate Christmas. Lets go see what he's planning."

            Nagi led Aya to the lunatic's padded white cell. Inside the cell Farfie sat. Wrapping paper was strewn around the room along with tape and many different types of sharp objects. He sat in the middle of it all. His eye's gleaming in madness as he laughed aloud while talking to himself.

            "BWAHAHAHAH! Giving sharp razors as presents... HURTS GOD!" He wrapped on of them up many times over then covered the present in tape. "Making people unable to open them... MAKES GOD CRY!"

            Aya looked over at the maniac then towards Nagi, who shrugged sheepishly. "I never said he didn't celebrate it like an insane person would. I just said he celebrated it like everyone else."

            Aya raised his eyebrow before turning back to look at the white haired madman. "This is supposed to make me change my mind and start celebrating Christmas." He said pointed at the sight before him with disgust.

            He turned around again while still pointing as if to emphasize the question he posed to the ghost that dragged him here. Although, he was more annoyed with himself at allowing the spirit to drag him here.  As he turned around, he found himself alone and standing in the middle of a deserted forest.



Author's Notes: Well now that wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be.... Brad have I told you that you're a great muse? *glomps Brad*


Brad: Hai, you've told me that many times and you've told that to Isa-chan many times.

^___^ Well, It is the truth though! You're a GREAT muse. Anyway, I just wanted to thank everyone once again for reading this and bearing with me as I write it out. Even though it's not that of an original plot. Then again, it's not completely the same as Dickens's classic is... that is I don't think it is... I've never really read the book, but I do know the basis of it. Besides if, Disney can get away with doing it, then I probably can too!

Brad: Yours is better than the Disney version too.

Hai the people I'm using in it are far better looking than Mickey Mouse is. Anyway, thank you all for reading this so far and for reviewing it. Oh, by the way, I do know that I am making many people out of character but there is a reason to it all. lol, now...

Brad:*cuts in* Now, as she was going to say. If you still like this story, please review it.

*glares at Brad* That's my line.

Brad: *shrugs* So, you usually end up taking your sweet time before saying it so I did it for you again.

*sighs* He always has to be right. Ah well, Ja ne