This fanfic is simuliar to the story "A Christmas Carol" by Charles Dickens. But this is written based on Full Moon wo Sagashite, and it takes place in present time, Japan. This fanfic is completed, and it was entered in a fanfic contest that I won. Well I hope you guys enjoy it.
Summary:
A young, dying girl named Mitsuki is spending her last Christmas at home, and alone. On Christmas Eve, Mitsuki get's three unexpected visitors. The first was Meroko, the Shinigami of Christmas Past, the second was Takuto, the Shinigami of Christmas Present, and last was Izumi, the Shinigami of Christmas Yet to Come. Mitsuki discovers more to her past, present and future when these three shinigami's teach her the true meaning of Christmas. Maybe She might live more than one year, maybe she won't. That will be determined by the last and final Shinigami.
Chapter One: The First Shinigami on Christmas Eve
Christmas crept into Japan like creeping Christmas things: dragging garland, ribbon, and sleigh bells, oozing eggnog, reeking of pine, and threatening festive doom like a cold sore under the mistletoe. Twinkle lights gleamed in all the trees along the Tokyo streets, fake snow blown into the corner of every shop’s window, miniature Santas and giant candles hovering illuminated beneath every streetlights. Christmas was coming, every waitress dusted off her Santa hat and clip-on reindeer antlers and checked to make sure that there were four good pens in her apron. Hotel clerks steeled themselves for the rage of last-minute overbooking, while housekeepers switched from their normal putrid baby-powder air fresheners to a more festive putrid pine and cinnamon. Many people volunteered to man the Salvation Army kettles down in front of the post office in two-hour shifts, sixteen hours a day. Dressed in their red suits and fake beards, they rang their bells constantly.
The heaviest rain, snow, hail, and sleet, could boast of the advantage over her in only one respect. They often came down handsomely, and Mitsuki never did. Mitsuki had a small fire, it was so small that it looked like one coal. But she never replenished it. It was a very low fire indeed, nothing on such a bitter night. She was obliged to sit close to it, and brood over it, before she could extract the least sensation of warmth from such a handful of fuel. The fireplace was an old one, built by some Japanese merchant long ago, and paved around it was Japanese tiles that was decorated with engraved sakura blossoms.
When Mitsuki awoke from her nap, it was pure dark outside, she could scarcely distinguish the transparent window from the opaque walls of her room. She was endeavoring to pierce the darkness with her big brown eyes, when the chimes of a neighboring church struck the four quarters. So she listened for the hours. To his great astonishment the heavy bell went on from six to seven, and from seven to eight, and regularly up to twelve; then stopped. Twelve! It was passed five when she fell asleep in front of the fire. She scrambled off the couch and groped her way to the window. She rubbed the frost off with the sleeve of her dressing-gone before she could see anything. All she could make out was the busy last minute shoppers hurling their way through the streets.
Suddenly, the clock on top of the fireplace began to chime again, but this time it went on for a few minutes. Light flashed up in an instant, and the curtains that were tied beside the windows draped over the glass. Mitsuki turned towards the constant ticking clock, but suddenly she found herself face to face with an unearthly visitor.
It was a strange figure-like girl, she looked to be around her early twenties. The girl’s tickle me pink hair cloaked past her shoulders and stopped near her knees. She was wearing a maroon velvet dress, more like one of those royal gowns a Queen would wear at a ball. On top of her periwinkle pink hair was a reef of fresh green holly.
“Are you a spirit?” asked Mitsuki, waiting for an answer instantly.
The voice was soft and gentle, as if she was more of an angel than a ghostly figure. “You can say that.” She answered back. “My name is Meroko, I am the Shinigami of Christmas Past.”
“Long Past?” inquired Mitsuki.
“No, your past.” Meroko answered back, but in a more harsh and annoyed way. Meroko grabbed Mitsuki’s arm and pulled her towards the door. Walk with me!” she said in vain.
They walked along a road, Mitsuki recognized every gate, post and tree, until a little orphanage appeared in the distance. She noticed that little orphans were out playing in the snow late at this hour. They were high is spirit, shouting and laughing at each other, until the broad snowy playground was filled with merry music.
“These are but shadows of things that have been,” said Meroko. “They have no consciousness of us.”
Mitsuki and Meroko walked past the gate and the children playing in the snow. She could name every single one of them. Her eyes glistened, and her heart leapt when she looked at every one of their faces. But there was someone who was very precious to her that she hasn’t laid her eyes on. Her only true love, Eichi-kun. She soon reached the Orphanage home, but it was different from the last time she saw it. It was dull, the roof tiles were falling off, the walls were damp and mossy, the windows were broken, and the grand entry way began to decay.
Mitsuki couldn’t believe her eyes, just a second ago the building looked good in shape, but now it looks like it’s falling apart. She perked her ears when she heard the sudden stop of merry laughter and shouts from her former friends. Her eyes suddenly turned cold and alone. “What’s going on?” she asked quietly to Meroko.
Meroko did not answer her. Her long slender finger pointed at the decaying doorway. “Go inside, and you will see.”
Mitsuki walked into the building, and entered the dreary hall, and glanced through the open doors of the many rooms, she found them poorly furnished, cold and vast. There was an earthy scent in the air, a chilly bareness in the rooms. She and Meroko walked across the hall and entered a room in the back of the orphanage. It opened before them, a long, bare and dark room. Mitsuki observed the room for a few seconds, until she noticed a young boy reading near a feeble fire.
“Eichi-kun.” She mumbled in disbelief. She took a couple of more steps forward. “Eichi-kun!” she said even louder, moving towards him in a faster pace. She knelt beside him, and tried to touch his soft cheeks. Her fingertips went right through his cheek as if she was a ghost herself. She attempted this action many times, until she looked back at Meroko.
“Why can’t I touch him?” she asked Meroko, her brown eyes began to tear up.
Meroko placed her hand on Mitsuki’s shoulder. “I told you, they have no consciousness of us, meaning that you can’t touch them, and they can’t see you or hear you. I am sorry.”
Mitsuki shook her head. “No! I must tell him I love him!” she exclaimed, still trying to at least hug him.
Meroko grabbed Mitsuki’s arm and pulled her away from Eichi, and towards the exit of the orphanage. “Come on, my time is running thin.” Said Meroko.
Mitsuki reached her hand towards where Eichi was sitting, she tried to grasp him as if she could cup him in her palms. “EICHI-KUN!” she screamed from the top of her lungs. But as expected, he did not respond to her, and he continued to read his book by the dying fire.
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Chapter Two: The Second Shinigami on Christmas Eve
Awaking in the middle of a dream, she sat up on the couch to get her thoughts together. Mitsuki had no occasion to be told that the bell was again upon the stroke of One. She felt that she was restored to consciousness in the right nick of time, for a special purpose of holding a conference with the second messenger dispatched to her. But, finding that she turned uncomfortably cold when she began to She wished to challenge the next shinigami on the moment of its appearance, and did not wish to be taken by surprise, and made nervous.
Suddenly, a voice called her by her name, and bade her to enter the kitchen. She obeyed and followed to where the voice was. The kitchen had undergone a surprising transformation. The walls and ceiling were hung with living green and bright glistened berries. The crisp leaves of holly, mistletoe, and ivy reflected back the light, as if so many little mirrors had been scattered there. Heaped up on the floor, to form a kind of throne, were turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn, great joints of meat, plum puddings, cherry-cheeked apples, luscious pears, and seething bowls of punch, that made the kitchen dim with their delicious steam. Sitting on top of a counter, sat another shinigami.
This shinigami was different from the first one. He had medium length forest green hair that he tied up with a red ribbon. He was wearing a simple velvet green robe that was bordered with white fur. The shinigami had distinct cat ears and a holly wreath that sat upon his head. He had a gentle face, and a merry glow.
“I am Takuto, the shinigami of Christmas Present.” Said Takuto. “Look upon me!”
Mitsuki did what she was told. “Mr. Shinigami, where are you taking me? Last time another one of your kind took me to the past.”
Takuto rose from where he was sitting. “Touch my robe!” he said in almost in a demanding way.
Holly, mistletoe, red berries, ivy, turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn, meat, pigs, sausages, oysters, pies, puddings, fruit, and punch, all vanished instantly. So did the room, the fire, the ruddy glow, the hour of night, and they stood in the city streets on Christmas Eve night. The people made a rough, but a brisk pleasant kind of music, in scraping the snow from the pavement in front of their dwellings, and from the tops of their houses. Takuto and Mitsuki walked done the dark streets until they reached a tall building.
“This way.” Said Takuto as he walked through the main entrance, with Mitsuki behind his heels. Once they both reached the top floor, they arrived in a small, yet decorative room. The room was filled with joy, and happiness. There was a miniature Christmas tree in one corner that was bejeweled with colorful ornaments. There was a group of people talking to each other around a festive table. In the middle of the table was a gigantic turkey with other food groups surrounding it. To Mitsuki’s dismay, the people who were celebrating were her friends.
She saw Madoka and Nachi sitting together in one end of the table, and the other was Ooshige and Wakaouji. At the head of the table was Fuzuki, Mitsuki’s grandmother. Mitsuki ran towards Fuzuki, and hopelessly tried to hug her. But just before she did the action, Takuto grabbed her arm. “Didn’t you learn something from Meroko? You can’t touch them, and they can’t see, hear, or feel you.” He said
Mitsuki lowered her head with depression. She stood by a corner and watched them eat.
“It’s a good thing Mitsuki is not here.” Said Madoka, who seemed to be in some kind of pleasurable mood. “She would be annoying if she was here.”
Everyone else nodded in agreement. “Indeed.” Said Wakaouji and Ooshige.
“I was hoping that you can do the surgery tomarrow, is that a good date?” asked Fuzuki to Wakaouji.
“On Christmas Day?” questioned the doctor. “Sounds perfect to me!”
Mitsuki shuttered with bitter sadness where she was standing. She covered her small ears gently, shutting their conversation and the world out. “This can’t be happening! It’s not possible!” she cried out. “How could they? I thought they were my friends! My Family!”
Takuto placed his hand on Mitsuki’s shoulder. “Come, its time for you to meet the third Shinigami.” He said, teleporting them both back to her house.
Mitsuki and Takuto appeared in front of the fireplace, where everything began. The clock struck two, it chimed in a vibrant pattern until it reached the number two. Mitsuki turned to look at Takuto, but noticed that he had disappeared. In replace of the disappearing shinigami, a solemn Phantom, draped and hooded, coming, like a mist along the ground, towards her.
Ooooo. Suspense. Why did her family and friends say that? Is she a total scrooge?
Is it proper to call people scrooges?To smear the original's name? Didn't he turn happy and go-lucky?