Author: First of all, a huge thank you goes out to all the people who took the time to review my story!
I apologize for keeping you guys waiting, but really, this time, it wasn't my fault! . Through an unfortunate twist of fate, my pc crashed and took along six years of info, along with the notes for this fic and the finished chapter 9. So it took me two months to gather the courage to sit down and rewrite the chapter again.
Koneko: .;; I almost forgot the story is also posted there. Indeed, you will find the new chapters here a lot sooner!
darth: I will keep writing! XD
Manx16: . Thank you for taking the time to review all my weiss ficcies! I guess this chapter will answer most of your questions. I like happy endings myself and I can't say it for certain(who knows what other things fate got planned for the muses), but it does seem headed that way.
mangababy: XD Merci for all the praise! Omi never lies! Well....not too often anyway. So I guess it could be a promise. .
Omakase Shimasu: Ah, it's okay. patpat I understand. animes to watch. nodnod Hey, did you go to the animecon in Enschede?
kat: Yes, updating now! How's that? XD
SPARKLING EYES: nodnod I will try! ;; But with Nano around the corner, I fear that it's going to take a while longer.
ABC Angel: Thanks for the recommendation!
And now....the chapter itself!
P.S.: If the chapter looks shorter than the author notes, it's NOT TRUE! It's an illusion! XDDDD
A Christmas Wish -Chapter 9: And the fun continues-
Still trying to grasp what the heck just happened, whether it was actually true or just a very vivid dream, I decided to pump myself full of caffeine and hoped it would clear my mind. I was preparing the fresh vanilla coffeebeans when I shuddered from a familiar cold wind behind me.
"Good, you're back! What did you mean with everything…" And I stopped midsentence when I turned to find the second stranger of the night. Smiling almost as brightly as Omi, a familiar-looking young man with chocolate brown hair and the deepest brown eyes stood before me. He was wearing casual jeans with a blue T-shirt. His smile turned into an angry frown, when I just gaped at him.
"Gee, close your mouth before some unfortunate fly lands in there! He didn't tell you I was coming?! Dammit! This is at least the one millionth time he's done this to me. Anyways. Hi Youji! I am The Ghost of Christmas Present. By the way, you can also expect another visit tonight." The apparition continued to talk merrily while I closed my mouth and forced my brains to get back in order.
"And you are…?" I finally uttered.
"The Ghost of Christmas Present! I told you." The ghost said indignantly.
"I meant how should I call you?"
"How should you..." He blinked a little in confusion, before his cell phone started ringing the melody of 'Silent Night'. Out came one of those hyper-modern camera included mobile phone, seen quite often nowadays in the hands of Japan's youth. "Sorry, gotto take the phone. Be right back." And he walked right through the front door for some privacy. Unfortunately, his voice was loud enough to carry his end of conversation over the soundproof door.
"Hello? Yes, it's me… You forgot to tell him!… I know, I know…But you still should have... Okay…Fine.....Bye." The ghost hang up and came back through the door again.
"Okay, I'll do what Past did. You can call me Ken, after the young man whose form I'm currently using." That's when I suddenly realized why he looked so familiar. It was the same young man I saw earlier today, or quite some time ago, at the Christmas tree with Omi.
"You know the drill, right?" He pulled out a white sack and scooped out a handful of brown sand.
I nodded.
This time I was prepared. But that didn't mean I coughed any less.
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The first thing I noticed was the light. From all corners of the room and several chandeliers in the middle of the ceiling shone a brilliant myriad of colors. The walls were tall and decorated with beautiful carved marble. There were also those western windows with wide windowsills and red velvet curtains. Soft classical music helped create the atmosphere of some eighteenth century ballroom, the illusion completed by the costumes worn by all the guests. If it weren't for the fact that most of the conversations were carried in Japanese, I would have never guessed that I was still in Japan. Wigs and masks worked brilliantly to mask the identities of their wearers. I was standing in the middle of a masquerade.
When I searched for my guide, Ken was nowhere to be found. I had this sinking suspicion that this ghost was just as elusive as his predecessor. I was still pondering my options, walking aimlessly until Ken popped out or going outside and keep walking, when a flash of bloodred caught my attention and my heart seemed to stop.
Koneko: .;; I almost forgot the story is also posted there. Indeed, you will find the new chapters here a lot sooner!
darth: I will keep writing! XD
Manx16: . Thank you for taking the time to review all my weiss ficcies! I guess this chapter will answer most of your questions. I like happy endings myself and I can't say it for certain(who knows what other things fate got planned for the muses), but it does seem headed that way.
mangababy: XD Merci for all the praise! Omi never lies! Well....not too often anyway. So I guess it could be a promise. .
Omakase Shimasu: Ah, it's okay. patpat I understand. animes to watch. nodnod Hey, did you go to the animecon in Enschede?
kat: Yes, updating now! How's that? XD
SPARKLING EYES: nodnod I will try! ;; But with Nano around the corner, I fear that it's going to take a while longer.
ABC Angel: Thanks for the recommendation!
And now....the chapter itself!
P.S.: If the chapter looks shorter than the author notes, it's NOT TRUE! It's an illusion! XDDDD
A Christmas Wish -Chapter 9: And the fun continues-
Still trying to grasp what the heck just happened, whether it was actually true or just a very vivid dream, I decided to pump myself full of caffeine and hoped it would clear my mind. I was preparing the fresh vanilla coffeebeans when I shuddered from a familiar cold wind behind me.
"Good, you're back! What did you mean with everything…" And I stopped midsentence when I turned to find the second stranger of the night. Smiling almost as brightly as Omi, a familiar-looking young man with chocolate brown hair and the deepest brown eyes stood before me. He was wearing casual jeans with a blue T-shirt. His smile turned into an angry frown, when I just gaped at him.
"Gee, close your mouth before some unfortunate fly lands in there! He didn't tell you I was coming?! Dammit! This is at least the one millionth time he's done this to me. Anyways. Hi Youji! I am The Ghost of Christmas Present. By the way, you can also expect another visit tonight." The apparition continued to talk merrily while I closed my mouth and forced my brains to get back in order.
"And you are…?" I finally uttered.
"The Ghost of Christmas Present! I told you." The ghost said indignantly.
"I meant how should I call you?"
"How should you..." He blinked a little in confusion, before his cell phone started ringing the melody of 'Silent Night'. Out came one of those hyper-modern camera included mobile phone, seen quite often nowadays in the hands of Japan's youth. "Sorry, gotto take the phone. Be right back." And he walked right through the front door for some privacy. Unfortunately, his voice was loud enough to carry his end of conversation over the soundproof door.
"Hello? Yes, it's me… You forgot to tell him!… I know, I know…But you still should have... Okay…Fine.....Bye." The ghost hang up and came back through the door again.
"Okay, I'll do what Past did. You can call me Ken, after the young man whose form I'm currently using." That's when I suddenly realized why he looked so familiar. It was the same young man I saw earlier today, or quite some time ago, at the Christmas tree with Omi.
"You know the drill, right?" He pulled out a white sack and scooped out a handful of brown sand.
I nodded.
This time I was prepared. But that didn't mean I coughed any less.
-------------------------------------------------------------
The first thing I noticed was the light. From all corners of the room and several chandeliers in the middle of the ceiling shone a brilliant myriad of colors. The walls were tall and decorated with beautiful carved marble. There were also those western windows with wide windowsills and red velvet curtains. Soft classical music helped create the atmosphere of some eighteenth century ballroom, the illusion completed by the costumes worn by all the guests. If it weren't for the fact that most of the conversations were carried in Japanese, I would have never guessed that I was still in Japan. Wigs and masks worked brilliantly to mask the identities of their wearers. I was standing in the middle of a masquerade.
When I searched for my guide, Ken was nowhere to be found. I had this sinking suspicion that this ghost was just as elusive as his predecessor. I was still pondering my options, walking aimlessly until Ken popped out or going outside and keep walking, when a flash of bloodred caught my attention and my heart seemed to stop.