Merry X-mas and happy New year!
HH here. Apparently the muses of Das Schicksal decided they wanted to take a longer vacation. They've sent me a card from the Alpes and told me they will be back in 2004.
As a present, they did leave me notes about this new fic called 'A Christmas Carol' Look out for the Gluhen-ending spoiler.
Btw.: Does anyone know who appeared before who? The ghost of the past, present and future? First past, then present and then future?
Disclaimer: Don't own A Christmas Carol, don't own Weiß. I do wish someone could give me the Weiß boys as a X-mas present.
A Christmas Carol
-Prologue: So it begins-
It was the day before Christmas. Yohji had woken up all alone. His almost ex-wife Asuka was away on family visit and he had decided to stay behind. Their marriage was now nothing but a piece of paper. She had kindly offered to bring him along, but he had also kindly declined. There was no use to be stuck with a bunch of people, who were technically still supposed to be family, until the divorce procedures came through. No use at all to know the stories of how uncle Taka met aunt Ayumi or how grandfather still remembered the days of WWII.
As the cold snow settled on the pavement, the streets were quiet outside. The citizens of Tokyo were all inside their warm and cozy home, spending the precious time with their family.
An old clock chimed, announcing the night of Christmas. His first Christmas since he woke up in a hospital without his memories, without his identity, without anything but a name.
Looking out the window, Yohji wondered how he celebrated this American holiday last year. Just like now, alone in an apartment? Or amongst friends and families, whom he no longer remembers.
'Youji'
"Who's there?" He called. Secretly wondering if the strains of everyday life finally caught up with him or his forgotten past. A hallucination would be just about right.
He shrugged and resumed to stare out the window. Probably the wind, he told himself. Yeah, that must be it.
A cold hand touched his shoulder. "Youji-kun:" He turned abruptly, spilling some of the hot chocolate milk he prepared for himself as part of his Christmas diner. He scowled at the dark drops of liquid on his hand but stopped when he noticed the other occupant of his room. Like a bad horror movie, white shoes, yellow trousers, white t-shirt and finally a face materialized. A smiling face with blond hair and big blue eyes.
"Hello Youji-kun." The face said and Youji screamed.
HH here. Apparently the muses of Das Schicksal decided they wanted to take a longer vacation. They've sent me a card from the Alpes and told me they will be back in 2004.
As a present, they did leave me notes about this new fic called 'A Christmas Carol' Look out for the Gluhen-ending spoiler.
Btw.: Does anyone know who appeared before who? The ghost of the past, present and future? First past, then present and then future?
Disclaimer: Don't own A Christmas Carol, don't own Weiß. I do wish someone could give me the Weiß boys as a X-mas present.
A Christmas Carol
-Prologue: So it begins-
It was the day before Christmas. Yohji had woken up all alone. His almost ex-wife Asuka was away on family visit and he had decided to stay behind. Their marriage was now nothing but a piece of paper. She had kindly offered to bring him along, but he had also kindly declined. There was no use to be stuck with a bunch of people, who were technically still supposed to be family, until the divorce procedures came through. No use at all to know the stories of how uncle Taka met aunt Ayumi or how grandfather still remembered the days of WWII.
As the cold snow settled on the pavement, the streets were quiet outside. The citizens of Tokyo were all inside their warm and cozy home, spending the precious time with their family.
An old clock chimed, announcing the night of Christmas. His first Christmas since he woke up in a hospital without his memories, without his identity, without anything but a name.
Looking out the window, Yohji wondered how he celebrated this American holiday last year. Just like now, alone in an apartment? Or amongst friends and families, whom he no longer remembers.
'Youji'
"Who's there?" He called. Secretly wondering if the strains of everyday life finally caught up with him or his forgotten past. A hallucination would be just about right.
He shrugged and resumed to stare out the window. Probably the wind, he told himself. Yeah, that must be it.
A cold hand touched his shoulder. "Youji-kun:" He turned abruptly, spilling some of the hot chocolate milk he prepared for himself as part of his Christmas diner. He scowled at the dark drops of liquid on his hand but stopped when he noticed the other occupant of his room. Like a bad horror movie, white shoes, yellow trousers, white t-shirt and finally a face materialized. A smiling face with blond hair and big blue eyes.
"Hello Youji-kun." The face said and Youji screamed.