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 4: The Ghost of Christmas That is yet to Come

            The forest surrounding Aya was pitch black. Great oaks and pines stood clustered tightly together so that none of the silvery moonlight pierced through it's sweeping branches. The only thing that the now confused man could see was a small opening at the other side. It stood like the light at the end of a tunnel, a beacon calling to him.

            Aya stood there, transfixed at the sight surrounding him and the slight beam of light at the end of the woods. All he knew of was, one moment he was standing there in the same room as the psycho Farfarello, talking to the ghost of Christmas present, then out of nowhere he was in this cold forest. It slightly reminded the red haired man of his own self at the present time, dark, cold, and uninviting. He wished that the spirit that first came to him had never visited him.

            He shivered as a slight wind passed through the forest causing the leaves to rattle and shake. After a few minutes, the breeze died down to a tolerable level. I might as well not stand here doing nothing. He thought.

            Cautiously he started to move forward through the woods. His feet made loud crunching noises as he walked over some of the leaves that had fallen onto the ground when it had turned autumn. It was one of the few sounds that could be heard besides his soft breathing. Everything else stood quiet.

            He continued to move forward. His mind occupied on what he had been shown by the other spirits. Briefly, he wondered when the third and final spirit would make its appearance so the night would be over quickly. At first, the whole ordeal was amusing but now it just seemed to wear the young man's patience to its very limits.

            He was so preoccupied with his thoughts, that he never saw a dark cowled figure step out in front of him in the distance, blocking his vision on the light. Out of nowhere the sound of an owl jarred the young man out of his thoughts. Now that his mind was diverted from the strange thoughts plaguing him, he found himself face to face with... something that seemed to resemble a man. He couldn't tell though because of how pitch black it was. The only thing he could make out was a black cape that covered the thing's body. A hood attached to the cape hid its face. Nothing inside the was visible except for a pair of glowing amber eyes, that were steadily looking at the red head standing in front of it.

            Aya sighed as he looked the figure up and down.

            "I take it you're the third and final spirit," he asked the specter.

            The ghost said nothing as the hood bobbed up and down slightly in a nod.

            "So what am I supposed to see now?"

            The Ghost of Christmas that is yet to come remained silent. A hand that was almost skeletal in appearance, slid out from under the covering of the robes. It pointed at the light, in which Aya had been heading towards in the beginning. That was the only answer that the assassin received.

            Aya raised one of his fiery red eyebrows at the dumb spirit before him. The ghost ignored the man and started to glide forward. The cape barely touched the ground. It almost seemed to the young assassin that the silent thing in front of him made absolutely no sound as it moved and from what he could tell the thing didn't even walk like a normal person. It just floated. The already dark forest seemed to grow even blacker as the figure moved. It gave Aya the feeling that the ghost despised even a little bit of light, so to get rid of it, it devoured any form of it that it came across.

            Minutes later they stepped out of the dark forest and into a small clearing. Aya blinked his eyes rapidly at the sudden onslaught of light that pierced his eyes. He had been in the darkness to long and even the soft luminance of the moon made his eyes ache slightly and had them water.

            He wanted a better idea on who the ghost was that was supposed to be showing him what would happen to him in the distant future, so he looked at him. Still he could only see a dark black cape surrounding him, but he confirmed his initial thought of it being a man, for the figure was thus shaped like one. He peered to where the hood was, but the facial features still could not be made out, since the shadows of the night still hung about, making it impossible for the crimson haired man to even catch one small glimpse of who it might be.

            "Well, what am I supposed to see?" Aya asked.

            The spirit still refused to speak as it urged the man to a small path. Taking the path, he led the young man to a set of tombstones.

            Aya recognized the place as being his family burial plot. He looked at the specter.

            "What's so important about this. I know where my family lies, so why bring me here to this place."

            Finally, the ghost decided to speak.

            "Take a closer look at the stones," it said with a masculine, yet raspy voice.

            Aya walked closer towards the plot and then looked at it. Instead of two separate tombstones, there were four. All of them made of pure marble and had words written on them. The first two were of his mother and father. Their names, the date of birth and deaths were there only things written on them. To the right hand, side of the mother's tomb stone lay the first of the two new ones. It looked fairly new and written on it was, "Aya Fujimiya" the date of her birth along with the date of her death. Under it was a caption. "Beloved daughter and sister. May she rest in peace."

            Aya looked up as shocked poured through him. He glanced over to the spirit of Christmas that is yet to come. He wanted to deny what he saw in front of him. His sister couldn't have died. She was still alive, or at least she had to be.

            "What the hell is this?" He questioned the specter. "Is this some sort of sick and twisted joke you're playing on me. My sister can't be dead. She's only in a coma."

            The ghost turned it hooded head towards the man, yet didn't utter a single word. He just lifted a pale hand and pointed to the other tombstone that lay next to his fathers.

            Aya moved his eyes to the direction the man in front of him pointed to. Raking his eyes over the tombstone, he almost missed the name of whom it belonged to.

            On the marble stone were the words "Ran Fujimiya," as well as a small caption, "Son of the Fujimiya family." Nothing else lay under it except for his date of birth and the day of death. The day of death though was hard to read. It was almost as if time had eroded it out of memory. He also noticed that the grave in front of him lay open. He stumbled back when he saw that. Disbelief showed in his eyes. He continued to move back until his feet hit an unseen log causing him to trip.

            He glanced up at the spirit in front of him. His mouth was opened but no sound issued forth from his lips. It was as if the speech had been robbed from him, so he just sat there.

            The sounds of leaves crunching and rustling off in the distance broke the young man out of his shock. He didn't know how long he had been sitting there, but by the looks of it, it couldn't have been very long, since the moon had barely moved from it's position in the night sky. As he sat there, the noise he heard earlier started to sound like it was coming closer. He turned his head to the direction it was coming from and waited until whatever it was came into his line of sight.

            Finally, his waiting paid off and three distinct shapes came into view. What he saw made him feel slightly happy. Yohji, Omi, and Ken were heading towards his families grave. Omi carried a bouquet of flowers, roses to be exact, in his hands. They all looked a bit older, though how old Aya couldn't tell. They could have been anywhere from three to five years older than what they were back in the past.

            The sound of them talking finally drifted to the red haired assassin's ears.

            "Oi, Yohji, stop fooling around like that," He heard Ken say. "It's not like you're going to be able to hit on any women out here."

            Yohji sniffed at that comment, "It's your fault you're dragging us out here though. It's not like we honestly wanted to visit the asshole's grave."

            "Ne, Yohji-kun has a point. He was never nice to us nor cared for us for that matter," Omi said.

            Ken looked at Omi, "I'm ashamed of both of you. The man's dead, don't either of you have any fond memories of him?"

            Omi and Yohji shook their heads.

            Ken glanced at the both of them then sighed, "Well at least try to be nice. Besides we aren't just here to visit him there are the flowers for his sister's grave also."

            The two other men nodded and set down the bouquet of flowers on Aya's, sister's grave. They bowed their head in a moment of silence, offering a soft prayer for the dead in the cemetery. When they finished all Omi and Yohji turned to leave, while Ken opted to stay behind for a few minutes.

            He walked over to the grave of Ran Fujimiya and knelt down in front of it. His face held a look of soft regret.

            Aya saw this and walked towards Ken. He reached out and tried to lay his hand on the brunette's shoulder. Aya knew that it was probably useless since not one of the guys had seen him the whole time was there, even though they casted looks in his direction from time to time. As he laid his hand, down on the boy's shoulder something from behind him pushed him into the open grave in front of him.

            He looked up and saw the ghost as it was taking off the hooded cape it was wearing. Farfarello stood there. His eyes gleamed maniacally. Aya tried to shout at the raving Schwarz lunatic for pushing him into his grave. No sound issued from his mouth as he continued in his silent scream. He quickly realized that screaming was useless so he dug his hands into the moist cold dirt, trying to claw his way up and out of what would soon permanently become his own grave.

            Farfarello laughed at the pathetic attempt and turned his back on him. The mad man walked over, picked up a gleaming shovel, and then turned back around to the man.

            Aya saw him come back and his eyes widened as he realized what the psycho was planning on doing. Frantically he tried once more to climb out of the pit he was trapped in, but found that he couldn't get the right hold.

            The falling of soft dirt stopped the man in his hasty escape of leaving. Brushing aside the dirt that kept falling on him, he tried once more to escape. He found it impossible to leave.

            Aya's thrashing about caused him to awake with a start. The morning sunlight filtered through his window. He looked around. The book he had been reading the night before lay open on his bed. I still have time, he thought to himself as he realized that it was now Christmas morning. I'm not dead!

            With those thoughts in mind he jumped out of his bed, quickly got dressed, and rushed out of the house. The thoughts of all he had to do tumbling through his mind.

Author's Notes: Whehehehehe, I'm almost done ^__^. There's only one more chapter left in this. Hehehehe, I'm so proud of myself and I'm proud of my muse.

Brad: ^_^

So, uhm anyway, I don't know what I can say for this chapter. I like it but then again who knows how other people will react to this. I do wish to say thanks still to everyone that's reviewed this so far.

Brad: Please don't say you're going to ask them to review this. They might be sick and tired of you asking that.

*sweat drops* Damn it. Stop it! *sighs* Ah well they probably know already ne?

Brad: *nods*

Ok fine I won't ask them to review it. =P I will say again the final chapter shall be out soon. I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Till later then ja ne and arigatou!