I'm on a roll today, so here's chapter 5 and the final spirit! One more chapter to go! I don't own YuGiOh.

Edit: I made a few changes, but I think it could still use some work.

Chapter 5

Kaiba was feeling panicky now. He didn't know why, but he couldn't wake up from this dream. Maybe it wasn't a dream? No, that couldn't be!

Suddenly, there was a gust of wind, and Kaiba found himself standing in the dark.

"Hello, Seto Kaiba," said a deep voice.

"Where are you?" Kaiba asked. "Who are you?"

"You should know the answer to that question."

"You're the last spirit. What, the Ghost of Christmas Future?"

"Close. Christmas Yet to Come. But, if you don't believe in spirits, just call me Yami."

Kaiba thought that name was fitting, especially since he couldn't even see the speaker. "So, are you going to hide in the shadows forever, Yami, or just until Christmas?"

The spirit chuckled. A man about Kaiba's age stepped out of the shadows. He had spiky, tri-colored hair and crimson eyes. One thing was for sure: this spirit was more intimidating than the previous two had been.

"Well, Kaiba, let's get on with this," Yami said with a somewhat demented smile on his face. Then he showed Kaiba the worst images yet.

They started their look into the future at Joey Wheeler's home. Mai was sitting alone on the couch when a noise from down the hall announced that Tea and Alister were at it again. Mai groaned, obviously not in the mood to deal with this.

"Knock it off, you two!" she yelled. "If you can't behave, you're both going back to the orphanage!"

"She started it!" yelled Alister.

"Yeah, that's it! Blame me!" Tea yelled back at him.

Ryo came running into the room as a loud crash, like glass breaking, was heard down the hall. He stopped and looked back, then said, "There goes the window..."

Mai stormed off toward the two fighting children and pulled them apart. "You two, I have enough to worry about without the two of you trying to kill each other! What with your father in jail and Mikey..." She trailed off. Alister bowed his head and began to sob.

Tea looked ashamed of herself. "Sorry, Mom," she said. Then she looked at Alister. "I'm really sorry, Alister."

He nodded.

"What? Wheeler's in jail? What for?" Kaiba stared at Yami, waiting for an answer.

Yami grinned malevolently. "Let's just say he's on death row."

Kaiba stared at him. Death row? What had he done?

"What about Mikey? What happened to him?"

"Didn't you notice how somber everyone became at the mere mention of the boy? But what does it matter, who cares what happened to him? It's not like his life really mattered to anyone, after all."

Kaiba felt numb all of a sudden. "No," he said, "that can't be. Are you telling me he's dead?"

Yami frowned at Kaiba, saying, "What does it matter to you? He's just some little kid. Who cares what happens to him?"

"Obviously his family! I mean, look at them!" Watching this family grieving, a horrible thought hit Kaiba. "Yami," he said slowly, "What did Wheeler do to get on death row?"

Yami flashed his most wicked smile. "I thought you'd never ask," he said as he took Kaiba to another place.

From the look of this run-down building, this was not the kind of place anyone would live. A laugh from the doorway drew Kaiba's attention. What he saw there was a man with long white hair and a scar across one of his purple eyes. He had a sack slung over his shoulder, causing Kaiba to decide that this man was a thief.

"What a great haul we got today, eh, Marik? Iris?"

An Egyptian boy followed the man into the room, also carrying a sack. His hair wasn't exactly white, but it was bleached. Behind him was a woman with long black hair down to her waist. Her violet eyes gleamed menacingly. This was not a group to cross.

"Tell me about it!" said the woman, Iris. "Who would have thought the place would be that easy to rob. I mean, I know he's dead, but you would think his servants or at least his brothers would make it more of a challenge to steal his stuff."

"Are you kidding?" Marik laughed. "That man was about as popular as we are rich!"

The man wagged a finger at him. "Now, now, Marik. Watch what you say. After all, thanks to him, we are rich now."

Marik and Iris laughed with him. "You're right, Bakura!"

"Who are they talking about?" Kaiba wondered. Looking at Yami, he wished he had kept that thought to himself. The man was looking rather amused, a gleam in his eye that gave Kaiba chills.

"Wouldn't you like to know, Kaiba. Does that description seem completely foreign to you? An unpopular, rich man with brothers?"

Kaiba had an idea who they were talking about, but he didn't like it. Yami's evil grin emerged again, and then Kaiba was standing in a cemetery.

"What are we doing here?" he asked. "Why have you brought me here?"

"To show you something." Yami pointed a few rows away to a plain, unremarkable headstone. Kaiba approached it slowly, worried about what he would see on it. He was beginning to understand what Joey had done to put himself on death row.

Kaiba looked at the name engraved on the headstone, and he felt faint. "Seto Kaiba..." he breathed. "No way..."

It was his own tombstone!

"After his son died, Joey Wheeler killed you for being such a cheapskate. You could have saved the boy, but you chose instead to be greedy and stingy. Well, looks like you finally got what you deserved, Seto Kaiba."

"NO!" Kaiba yelled. "This won't happen! I won't allow it!" He turned to Yami. "I'll change! I'll treat people with more respect! I won't turn the other way when someone needs help. Please! Give me another chance!"

Yami just laughed. The wind started blowing fiercely as Kaiba continued to beg. "Please! I'll keep Christmas in my heart! All the year!"

The grave opened up, and Kaiba found himself sliding into his own grave. He kept pleading with Yami, swearing he would change and that he would be a better person. It seemed as if his pleas fell on deaf ears. He could feel the flames of Hell as he fell into the pit.

Suddenly, Kaiba found himself back in his bed. Sunlight was coming through the window.