A Christmas Carol: Tsubasa Style

Chapter 2: The Ghost of Christmas Past

Hello you know the name. For those of you who don't it's Tori the Twilight Keeper. I'm writing for you but please no flames! Also about the titles I'm still using the names such as Marley in them so I keep the surprise of who it is.

Disclaimer: I do not own Tsubasa and a Christmas carol. I'd be frickin rich if I was.

The clock struck 2 o clock. The clocktower let its bells toll. BONG! BONG! Kurogane was peacefully asleep in his bed. The embers of his fire flared. A voice called "Kurogane…" The man ignored the voice as he turned in his bed. "Kurogane." The voice distinguished it was a woman.

"Leave me the hell alone." He mumbled. The ghost whacked him on the head. "What the hell you teme (1)?!" His red eyes glared at the source of his pain. There stood a tall, woman. Although she was transparent her pale skin was illuminated by the moonlight. She had black hair done in an elaborate and an orangish-brown tint eyes. This lady adored a flowing black dress. A staff was in her hands.

This lady smiled "About time you woke up. We have much to explore in so little time."

"I ain't going anywhere with you!" he yelled. "I don't even know who the hell you are!"

The pale-skinned lady smirked. "By giving your name you give an open opportunity to take your soul. But I am the Ghost of Christmas Past, my name is Hajiwara Yuuko." She told Kurogane. "Of course it's a fake name!"

Kurogane couldn't take this woman seriously. "I don't need to know what you believe about names, XXXX it!" his temper flared. "Even if you're one of those ghosts that Fai told me about I'm not going anywhere."

"You're not are you?" Yuuko smirked. The covers coiled around him. He was sinking in the bed. (A/n: Think how Tomoyo sent him away!)

"Hey stop this you majo (2)!" Kurogane struggled futilely. He screamed strings of curses before he was consumed. Kurogane landed on the snow. "XXXX that-"

"What took so long Kurogane?" Yuuko was drinking sake. His glare was at full force but either Yuuko was immune or she ignored it. Her eyes trailed to the front of a large house that was almost like a mansion. "You were almost late for what I needed to show you."

Kurogane gazed at the house. "Majo why did you take me to my old home?" he questioned. Yuuko only motioned with her hand to the door. The door burst open. Kurogane could see his father dragging a younger version of himself out. "I don't want to go to that XXXX school!" his younger self protested. "It's a boarding school! I don't want to leave!"

The present Kurogane walked closer to the scene. "I remember this. I got in so much trouble my parents wanted to send me to boarding school."

Yuuko nodded her head. "But you never went did you?"

He shook his head. "I didn't all because of-"

"Otou-san (3)! Please…please don't send him away!" a childish voice cried. A small girl that had black hair and brown eyes separated the distance between Kurogane and the car. "Otou-san don't make him leave! If you do…I'll…I'll run away!" That made her father pause. The child persisted "Just let him stay. I'll be unhappy if he's gone."

The older Kurogane was watching. "Souma. She begged for me not to leave even though I was never kind to her." He watched as his father set him down. "I could never repay her." When he saw Souma it made him think about her son, Miharu, who visited him today. Miharu was like his mother, to invite him to spend time with his family instead of by himself. He felt regret for how he treated her son.

Yuuko finished her sake. "Yes, yes now let's continue on our way through your wonderful memories." Kurogane grumbled something along the lines 'like I have any happy memories' as they were swallowed by icky black slime.

This time Kurogane was transported to the second floor of a mansion. He could overlook the lower level where a party was going on. Yuuko sat on the railing that prevented someone from plummeting to the 1st floor. "What a lively party." Yuuko commented. "Do you remember it Kurogane?"

A grunt was her response. "Old man Taiyo's Christmas party." His hands dug into his pocket and they stayed there. "What's the point of bringing me here, witch?" Red spheres fixated on the memory in front of him.

"You tell me. It is your memories not mine." The ghost answered. Both stared at a middle-aged man with an inviting smile who was none other than, Taiyo. He had taken in Kurogane and Souma when their parents died.

The doorbell rang. Taiyo's green eyes wandered to the door. "Now I wonder how that could be." The orange-haired man made his way to the door. He opened it to see 2 men standing on the porch. "Konban wa (4) gentlemen."

The taller of the men cleared his throat. "Konban wa. We were wondering if you would spare change for the poor."

Taiyo nodded. "Of course I do." His warm green eyes were aglow. "But it's cold out there. Please, please, come in." Taiyo allowed the men in and offered them refreshments. Then the man disappeared into one of the other rooms and came back out with a pouch. "Here you go! I hope this can get some families fed." The men gladly accepted the money.

"A-arigato gozaimasu (5) sir!" the smaller man thanked. They seemed a little reluctant to leave the festive home. Slowly they headed for the door. "We want to stay but I'm afraid we must get this to those who need it."

Taiyo nodded in understanding. "Please travel safely."

"That was generous." Yuuko noted. She smirked. "Normally a student takes after his master. Where is that in your case?"

Kurogane ignored her although he knew what she was implying. He was taught by Taiyo to be considerate of others. His master never abused him, physically or otherwise, yet he could not say the same thing for himself. Syaoran came to his head. The young man worked for long hours and barely was paid. Plus he did so without a single complaint or struggled when he was verbally assaulted. Guilt washed over the scrooge.

To shake the train of thought red eyes turned their attention to a corner of the room. A childish-version of himself sat alone. The younger Kurogane watched as the other people were successfully amused. Cornelian eyes gazed at the boy in the memory. "This memory for isn't very sad is it? Didn't you meet someone here?" she asked.

Again she was ignored as they watched the scene unfold in front of them. Young Kurogane looked so serious. "Why are you sitting alone?" a voice queried behind him.

The boy was taken by surprised and jumped. His eyes turned to the source of the voice. It was a girl no older than him. She had dark purplish-black hair (6) and deep violet eyes. The girl wore a powder blue kimono with beautiful silver hair ornaments place in her hair. She was pretty in his eyes and flushed when he realized he was staring. The childish Kurogane quickly turned his head. All the girl did was giggle. Like chimes ringing was what he thought of her voice.

"Would you like to dance?" she gestured to the dance floor. He was too flustered to answer so she grabbed his hand. They were on the middle of the floor. Eyes were on the two children.

This made the boy feel embarrassed. Then he managed to choke out "I can't dance."

The girl giggled again. "Neither can I." she admitted. "But we'll try our best, ne (7)?" Purple met red. She took his hands and spread them apart. "I believe it goes like this." Her right foot came forward. Instinctively his left went back. Their feet then reset. The girl moved her left foot moved back, and again his foot reacted by moving his right one forward. Both feet were side by side. She moved one foot to the left with him following. Movement felt easy and flowing to him.

The current Kurogane actually smirked. When the dance ended the girl let go. "That was bad. I had fun. I hope we can do that again." She started to walk away.

"M-matte (8)!" his memory stuttered. The little girl turned in his direction. "What is you name?"

"Tomoyo." Her angelic voice answered. She smiled before continuing to her parents.

The man thought aloud "This was the first night I met Tomoyo." After that day he wanted to know Tomoyo better. He and her became great friends. Soon one day Kurogane had proposed to her. The purplish-black-haired woman accepted.

Yuuko, who remained silent for a while sighed. "Yes Tomoyo. She is a vital key in the next memory." She summoned her staff yet again. "Now shall we go?"

"Do I really have a choice?" he replied. The inky substance transported them once again. This landing was inside a familiar setting. He stood within his home only it was brighter. His other self sat at a desk counting money. It was after Fai died and he received all the money. All that money gave him pleasure. "5,295, 5,296" he counted.

An older but still gorgeous Tomoyo walked into the living room. She was garbed in an elaborate maroon kimono. Her hair held in place with lavish ornaments. "Kurogane can't we go somewhere this Christmas?" Tomoyo glided across the room. Her hands rested on her husband's shoulder. She spoke into his ear like it was a secret. "Some place romantic for just you and me."

He shrugged her hand off. "That's too expensive." was his curt reply. Then he turned and eyed her. "Especially if you're gonna dress like that."

Tomoyo's mouth was agape. "It's not like we can't pay for it!" she yelled. "We have so much money yet we do nothing with it!"

"I don't but you do. It's annoying." Kurogane told his wife.

Tomoyo was hurt by his words. "Well I want you to spend time with me." She said quietly. "Do you really love your money over me?"

Her husband didn't answer. "6,000, 6,001, 6,002" Kurogane counted the money still. Although Tomoyo loved Kurogane he was not the same man she fell in love with. Silently she took her coat and a bag of clothes. Her violet eyes wandered back over to the man that was counting money. Tomoyo turned her head with clear water droplets flowing, walked out into the snow.

"You truly are the stingiest man in the world." The Ghost of Christmas Past commented. "You sacrificed your own wife at the altar of greed."

Kurogane didn't speak. He eyes were glued on the closed door his former wife disappeared through. Honestly, he didn't know when the greed had entered into his life. The man could see by the expression of his hime's (9) angelic face how hard it affected his life.

Yuuko checked her watch. "My shift's over." She said aloud. "I hope that you realize what you must do before it's too late." The ghost disappeared.

"Hey majo! Get back here!" Kurogane yelled. His eyes flew open and he saw that he was back in his bedroom. No one was there. "Realize what I must do." he repeated. The stingy man scoffed. "It was just a nightmare. No ghosts." Kurogane lie down again, and within seconds he was asleep.

Finished another! I hope this is okay for you. You didn't expect Tomoyo did you? Please if you review do not flame!

Translations/Notes:

teme: bastard

majo: witch

(3)otou-san: father

(4)Konban wa: good evening

(5) arigato gozaimasu: thank you very much

(6) I can't distinguish the shades well so I guessed. That's the same for Yuuko.

(7) ne: used at the end of a sentence to say right. Ex: You like apples ne (right)?

(8) matte: wait

(9) hime: princess

Also can you guess who would be the Ghost of Christmas Present?