Well this story isn't going well, but being as I missed Christmas, who knows? Anyway, this is the last chapter, so I will leave you alone for a while. On with the disclaimer!

I do not own Naruto, the website this fic is posted on, the Christmas Carol, or my soul. They all belong to their respective owners, except the last one, which my brother threw out (seriously, he did).

A Holiday Revelation

The Final Act

Sauske's head whirled around and came face to face with the last of the Spirits of Christmas Future. He was rather disappointed for that matter

"You! What the hell are you doing here? The future is supposed to be dark and depressing, so these assholes are who should be doing this, not you! You are more or less Naruto in a female body!"

Anko smiled before responding, "Well these guys happen to be too cool to talk to you, or talk at all. Last time Neji tried a hoard of fan girls glomped him so hard he broke some of his ribs. So being as I trained with Orochimaru for god knows how long, I can understand the arrogant asshole body language."

"Whatever, can we get this shit over with? I want to train tomorrow." Anko looked at him with a slightly sad expression on her face, "Didn't the other ghosts do anything for you? We will have to work you over extra hard for this one! MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Are you sure that the reason that you can understand the asshole body language isn't because you are one? You seem pretty close." Anko frowned, and then started doing hand seals. "Skip an ass-load of time no jutsu!" The surrounding blurred into darkness, just leaving Neji, Gaara, Sauske, and Anko there in the blackness. Sauske was about to comment on the lack of scenery when a door opened, revealing a dark and dusty room that looked like no one had moved anything for a hundred years. A person with a lantern entered, and moved toward the cabinets.

"You bitch! Get your hands away from my silverware!" Gaara had to squeeze him even harder, and even then to stop killing him Neji had to smack him over the head. The man looted the cabinets, before making his way to the fridge. A second after opening it he slammed it closed, severing the arm of the mold monster that had attacked him. Sauske watched him in silent shock as he stole everything not nailed down in the house and left.

"So my house gets looted, how does this show me the Christmas spirit?" Anko rolled her eyes, "Tell me Sauske, shouldn't there be at least seventy traps that were supposed to have gone off when he even came in? This is your house in ten years. Few remember you, and those that do are merely sad about the results of the fight you gave while you died. No one cares, but lets go and see some examples!" Despite talking about a fate that was just shitty as hell, she still seemed cheerful. The four of them floated out of the house and into the nearby city.

Sauske hadn't seen a place so strung up since his childhood. All around, there were wreaths, trees, even more than in that damn party the 5th dragged him to! And all around him was cheer, happiness, and just excited people. Anko pointed to a sign that read Do-Re village.

"After the sound gets it's ass kicked, the lands are split into the Do-re, Me-Fa, So-Fa, and Te. You guys didn't even see the attack coming, and got beaten in less than two days. The Sound structures are torn down, with the exception of yours because it was farther out then the village needed at the time. It is getting torn down tomorrow, and that man merely wanted a maximum profit. Orochimaru is only known as a dead man that had a snake fetish, the sound village only known as a collection of missing nin. But let's go to people that you were familiar with." The scenery blurred and they were once again outside the same building that the party had been at.

As he got nearer, two things became apparent to Sauske. The first was that there was once again a party going on. The second, it wasn't for the same age group. As he melded into the wall, he found about one hundred people, split into groups of seven or so, talking, chatting, cliché holiday music could be heard in the background.

Sauske was dragged in between groups, occasionally noticing someone. But when they got to the last group he knew he knew them. Standing in a small circle, were older versions of Naruto, Sakura, Shikamaru, Hinata, Neji, and Lee. All Sauske could say was that they looked, different. Naruto was at least two heads taller and buff and Sakura could, in appropriate words, give Tsunade a run for her money. Shikamaru was the same but a foot or so taller and about that much fatter, and more characteristically of his best friend, was eating from a bag of chips. Hinata was the same, but wearing a different coat. Team Gai had both the biggest and smallest changes. Lee looked like a Gai clone, and Neji was bald. Bald. You usually never associate neji with that word, and his past self obviously didn't. His dome was shiny and without blemish save for the head seal in his forehead. Gaara snickered but when Neji glared at him stopped.

As Sauske got closer he started to hear them talk. "So guys, another Christmas came and went. What do you guys think about the year?" Naruto smiled as he ended, and continued. "I think that it went fell, no one we know died, no real big missions, all is good."

Sakura had a faint smile, but just sighed. "I just can't seem to get into the Christmas spirit anymore. I mean when I was a girl, it came as easy as my name, but since, well you know," the crowd nodded, suggesting they did, "I just can't."

"He got what was coming for him. Nothing better and nothing worse. The only thing about it that I feel was bad besides the toll was that we did it on Christmas. A day of life, transformed into one of death." Shikamaru cringed at the comment Hinata had made, before stuffing a fist full of ships into his mouth.

"It doesn't matter guys! We should be celebrating! No matter the reason! Let us keep the past in the past, for it will only sadden us! No youthful spirit should be put out at Christmas! Let us instead concentrate on something enjoyable! Like an eggnog contest! First to fifty glasses wins!" And before anyone could accept, Lee ran to the table to get some glasses.

"You see Sauske, when the village was attacked; all of the rookie nine that you do not see here were killed along with about a third of the village. You were one of the last to go down. In the end you blew yourself up, taking about ten others with you. We tell you this not so that you will try to go for fifteen, but so that you can fix you live."

The scenery changed again to a large graveyard on a hill. As Sauske looked out, he saw hundreds of tombstones, most adorned, some not. As Gaara pulled him along, Sauske noticed the one they were standing in front of. Not only had his tombstone been unadorned, it had been the victim of graffiti, several punches, and someone had left a little holiday shit over his last name.

Sauske would have said something, but was testing to see if saying nothing would get it over with sooner. Judging from how they three looked, it was working.

"As said Sauske, no one will care. " For a final time, the scenery blurred, and for Sauske was now in his room, the covers up to his neck. He looked around, no damage. He went into his kitchen, no damage. No damage, that meant only one thing. It was all a dream. Sauske decided to celebrate with a glass of eggnog, and went to his fridge, only to find the last thing he wanted.

It was gone. No more, only a small note next to it saying that they owed him a bottle signed Naruto. Sauske quickly got dressed, and left the house to the village. He grabbed the nearest villager by the neck and lifting him a foot into the air before asking him a simple and necessary question, "What day is today?"

"It is Christmas Sauske-San! Now please let me live, I have a family to feed!" Sauske dropped him and rushed to find Orochimaru.

"Sauske, what do you want? I have to get ready for some other damn publicity shit." Sauske smiled, if they wouldn't care about him in the future, he would have to change that. "Why Orochimaru, it is not often that some stupid Kohana ninjas give you knowledge of the future. Might I suggest that for the next ten years you and anyone important are out of the village for Christmas week?

Now some of you might be sad that He didn't change, but this is Sauske we are talking about. And anyway, it seemed more appropriate for him to betray the leaf again.