I am so sorry for this day late chapter! My laptop has a system operating error or my hardrive is fucked, which meant I couldn't upload this chapter yesterday. Thankfully I managed to upload this into Fanfiction before my laptop stopped working. Here's the Bad News; The rest of my files are still on the laptop and I didn't upload the rest of the chapters into FanFiction, which I should have done and wished I did. So there's a chance I've lost the rest of my story :( If I have, I will rewrite it! It'll just be a little different than what it was originally... But if you get chapter 3 on Saturday 15th that means I didn't lose my files! Many thanks to Shadow fairy princess for the review! :D

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Yugioh or A Christmas Carol

WARNING: Shonenai.

Chapter 2

"Oh for fuck sake!" Click. A White Christmas. Click. Christmas with the Kranks. Click. Elf. Click. Four Christmases. Click. Wasn't there anything that wasn't anything to do with the so-called Christmas holiday on? What happened to the good bloody, gore, horrors that were on a few weeks ago? Ryou told him that it was because it was Christmas coming up and everybody, including the damn TV stations was getting into the 'festive spirit'. Bah Humbug! Was what he said to that. He hated Christmas. It was just an excuse for greedy people to get presents off other people and things they don't really need. A Christmas Carol? What is that shit about? People singing? Jeez doesn't anybody know of the meaning a good movie? Bakura turned the television set off and threw the remote against the wall, of which the batteries came out. Stupid Christmas. Stupid holiday. Bakura growled and he was laid down on the sofa and decided to stare up at the ceiling and began drifting off to sleep…

"WOO HOO!" Bakura's eyes snapped open and narrowed. He looked at the clock, which read half past three. He got up and looked out the window and what he saw almost made him yell out with fury; it was that stupid white stuff again! What was it Ryou called it? Snow! Bakura growled. Great now the stupid kids were going to be screaming into the night playing with the snow. Why anyone would enjoy something like that was beyond Bakura's imagination. It was cold and it made you wet! What was the point in it? Bakura turned away from the window in disgust. Stupid Christmas, stupid holiday, stupid snow!

The door opened letting in a wave of freezing cold air. Bakura shivered. Ryou came into the house, his cheeks rosy red from the cold, but looking extremely pleased about something. Bakura raised an eyebrow, but did not bother asking. Ryou was always sickeningly happy during this time of the year and it was the only time he truly got annoyed and lost his temper with Ryou. Ryou looked at Bakura.

"Did you have a good day Bakura?" Ryou asked sweetly. Bakura grunted and plonked back down on the sofa again. He knew Ryou would take that as a no. Bakura saw Ryou take off his coat and head straight towards the kitchen. He heard Ryou humming a Christmas tune, to which Bakura groaned. This is exactly why he easily got bad tempered with Ryou, he was always so carefree, throwing caution to the wind and being so naive. Bakura growled, but held his tongue for now. He closed his eyes and decided to try and take a nap before he snapped at Ryou.

He was flying, it was cold and dark, the streets below him seemed to be bright with little lights. No one seemed to notice him. Why didn't they notice him? Surely they would notice a man flying directly above them in this city? Humans were nosy enough. The scene changed, there he stood in a graveyard, yet the graves appear blank. This confuses Bakura. BANG. What was that? Bakura looked around. BANG. There it was again. BANG. There was nothing there… Then he saw a hooded figure coming towards him at an alarming speed…

Bakura woke up with a jolt. BANG.

"Icing as well. Oh this is going to be an expensive list." Bakura heard Ryou say in the kitchen. Bakura growled, so it was Ryou's noise that disturbed his dream. He stormed into the kitchen to give Ryou a piece of his mind when he saw Ryou rushing around the kitchen and jotting down notes as he went along, opening, closing and reopening cupboards, he looked quite deranged.

"Finished are you?" Bakura growled at Ryou. Ryou squeaked and dropped his notepad.

"Bakura! You startled me!" Bakura narrowed his eyes down at Ryou, who gulped.

"You woke me up with your consistent racket!" Bakura hissed at Ryou. Ryou flinched, but held his ground.

"Sorry Bakura, but I've got to know what food we need as the stores will shut in a few days time because it's Christmas."

"Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, Christmas! It's all I see and hear about! I have no time for such a petty holiday!" Bakura snapped. Ryou looked down at his shoes, he knew Bakura was going to be like this, and nothing was ever going to change that. Ryou's eyes widened as he saw the Millennium Ring that hung on Bakura's neck glowed. He was summoning his shadow magic and only just managed to see his little tree, which was the only decoration he had so far managed to put up vanish. Ryou turned to protest, but the look that Bakura gave him, stopped him in his tracks. If he protested, Bakura looked like he would send Ryou to the shadow Realm. Bakura stormed out of the kitchen and went back into the living room. Why did Ryou like this holiday anyway? Bakura grumbled. Just as he got settled, the doorbell rang. Bakura almost shouted in his fury. It seemed the Gods were not on his side today. He opened the door to see some group of little teenager brats singing;

"We wish you a Merry Christmas;
We wish you a Merry Christmas;
We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Good tidings we bring to you and your kin- Arghh!" A purple light appeared and the annoying, singing brats were gone. Much to Bakura's satisfaction.

"Who was it Bakura?" called Ryou from the kitchen.

"Just some stupid salesman, I took care of him." Bakura called back.

"I hope you didn't send him to the Shadow Realm Bakura!" Ryou called disapprovingly. Bakura sighed and just as he sat down again, the doorbell rang again! Bakura was pissed off now. He got up and opened the door, cursing whoever dared disturb him from his rest. It was a plump man with a tall and skinny man, both wearing suits. Bakura's eyes narrowed.

"What?" He said rudely. The men looked shocked and a little frightened, but nonetheless held their ground. The plump man cleared his throat.

"We are here to collect donations, to help give the poor something to eat, a shelter and warmth for this time of year. So how much can we put you down for?" Bakura's eyes narrowed.

"Nothing. Now leave." Bakura said threateningly The men once again looked shocked.

"B-But sir, we try to help the poor in any way we can, we can only ask a little donation from you-" Bakura's growl took the little confidence the plump man had and his voice faltered into nothing. The men looked at each other and then briskly walked away. Bakura watch them go and slammed the door shut. Just as he got into the living room to sit down, the door went again. Bakura groaned. This was going to be a long 2 weeks.

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