Very well written. Love Yami as Scrooge. I've never seen the Barbie version of A Christmas Carol so this version's plot was new to me. I have watched "Scrooge" (It's a musical) with Albert Finney lots of time and my other favorite version is "A Muppets Christmas Carol". Really enjoyed this story. Hope to see more updates for your other fics when you have time. A lot my favorite YGO fanfic Authors and stories on FFnet are gone, some left stories that I can read again for my YGO fix but others have pulled their fics completely. Some have left unfinished stories and it's a shame they likely won't ever be finished. It's great to see you are still here and posting. Thank You.

It was the early afternoon on a Sunday and the sun had been bearing down on the sand below for hours. In a place like Egypt, however, it seemed the sun never set or when it did, it never seemed to stay set long enough. It always got so hot in Cairo, especially in the summer time. Marik Ishtar enjoyed spending his Sundays in the summer within the comfort of his air conditioned home, sitting in front of a T.V. His sister, Ishizu, on the other hand, had a very different idea for how the day should be spent. "Hey, I was watching that," Marik stated with annoyance in his eyes after his sister stormed in a minute earlier and turned off the T.V. Marik stared at her, suddenly feeling surprised, "Wait a second, Ishizu… why are you home early? Shouldn't you be at work? I thought you had some new exhibit opening… somewhere." Ishizu put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot. "I think I have a more important question that needs answering first: Why aren't you dressed and why are you just sitting here watching TV?" Marik sat up and crossed his arms. "It's the weekend, aren't I allowed to relax?" Ishizu groaned and brought her hand to her head. "Are you telling me that you don't remember what day it is today? I told you I was coming home early so we could do this together, like a family." Which took Marik only a couple seconds for the significance of the day to click in his mind. It was the one holiday Marik had always refused to celebrate ever since he had learned about its existence; Father's Day. Marik shook his head. "There is no way I'm going to our father's grave. I hope that's not what you came home early to do because I refuse to participate." Ishizu's piercing green eyes seemed to be trying their very best to pierce Marik's soul by the way she was glaring at him. Then, suddenly, her glaring eyes faded to a more sympathetic gaze. "Please Marik… it would mean a lot to me, to him… wherever he may be. I'm sure he's watching over us and I'm sure he's sorry for all that he put you through. Don't you believe people can change?" "Yeah I do! But that's the problem, Ishizu. I never saw my father change. All I ever saw was the way that he hurt me, in every way possible. There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't hurt me and to be honest, there was also never a day that he redeemed himself for it while he was alive so quite frankly, I don't feel like I owe him anything." Marik flipped the T.V. back on and gestured for Ishizu to get out of the way. Once again, Ishizu shut off the television, begging for his full attention. "He's our father, Marik," Ishizu practically yelled, becoming incredibly impatient and emotional, "He may not have done all the right things a father should, but he is still our father! Doesn't that mean anything to you?" Marik said nothing but by that point, Ishizu already came to discover the answer all on her own. Marik's silence was enough. After five minutes, Ishizu turned away and left the room, while, Marik flipped back on the television. Even if Marik wasn't going to visit his grave and pay his respects, that didn't mean Ishizu wasn't going to.
She knew what her father was. She had known all along, despite her childish naivety trying to convince her otherwise. It was true that her father had some monstrous qualities, but she had also liked to believe that he only acted in that way because he had truly loved them and wanted what's best. Either that or he was too stuck in his ways of Egyptian tradition as a grave keeper to be able to see otherwise. If so, how could Ishizu hold his actions accountable?
Ishizu thought about this the whole way there to the graveyard until she reached her father's grave and stopped in her tracks. In her hands was a bouquet of flowers she had brought to put in front of her father's grave, but to her surprise, there was a single rose that had already been placed there. Ishizu recognized the rose immediately—one that had been plucked from the backyard that Marik had been tended to for the last two weeks.
A smile appeared on her face. Marik had cared. Whatever grudges Marik still held against his father couldn't destroy the love Marik had and would always have; from son to father. It was so beautiful that she couldn't help but fall to her knees and weep in the middle of the graveyard. Their family may always be broken but they were a family nonetheless.

It was the early afternoon on a Sunday and the sun had been bearing down on the sand below for hours. In a place like Egypt, however, it seemed the sun never set or when it did, it never seemed to stay set long enough. It always got so hot in Cairo, especially in the summer time. Marik Ishtar enjoyed spending his Sundays in the summer within the comfort of his air conditioned home, sitting in front of a T.V. His sister, Ishizu, on the other hand, had a very different idea for how the day should be spent. "Hey, I was watching that," Marik stated with annoyance after his sister stormed in a minute earlier and turned off the T.V. Marik stared at her, suddenly feeling surprised, "Wait, Ishizu… why are you home early? Shouldn't you be at work? I thought you had some new exhibit opening… somewhere." Ishizu put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot. "I think I have a more important question that needs answering first: Why aren't you dressed and why are you just sitting here watching TV?" Marik sat up and crossed his arms. "It's the weekend, aren't I allowed to relax?" Ishizu groaned and brought her hand to her head. "Are you telling me that you don't remember what day it is today? I told you I was coming home early so we could do this together, like a family." Which took Marik only a couple seconds for the significance of the day to click in his mind. It was the one holiday Marik had always refused to celebrate ever since he had learned about its existence; Father's Day. Marik shook his head. "There is no way I'm going to our father's grave. I hope that's not what you came home early to do because I refuse to participate." Ishizu's piercing green eyes seemed to be trying their very best to pierce Marik's soul by the way she was glaring at him. Then, suddenly, her glaring eyes faded to a more sympathetic gaze. "Please Marik… it would mean a lot to me, to him… wherever he may be. I'm sure he's watching over us and I'm sure he's sorry for all that he put you through. Don't you believe people can change?" "Yeah I do! But that's the problem, Ishizu. I never saw my father change. All I ever saw was the way that he hurt me, in every way possible. There wasn't a day that went by that he didn't hurt me and to be honest, there was also never a day that he redeemed himself for it while he was alive so quite frankly, I don't feel I owe him anything." Marik flipped the T.V. back on and gestured for Ishizu to get out of the way. Once again, Ishizu shut off the television, begging for his full attention. "He's our father, Marik," Ishizu practically yelled, becoming incredibly impatient and emotional, "He may not have done all the right things a father should, but he is still our father! Doesn't that mean anything to you?" Marik said nothing but by that point, Ishizu already came to discover the answer all on her own. Marik's silence was enough. After five minutes, Ishizu turned away and left the room, while, Marik flipped back on the television. Even if Marik wasn't going to visit his grave and pay his respects, that didn't mean Ishizu wasn't going to.
She knew what her father was. She had known all along, despite her childish naivety trying to convince her otherwise. It was true that her father had some monstrous qualities, but she had also liked to believe that he only acted in that way because he had truly loved them and wanted what's best. Either that or he was too stuck in his ways of Egyptian tradition as a grave keeper to be able to see otherwise. If so, how could Ishizu hold his actions accountable?
Ishizu thought about this the whole way there to the graveyard until she reached her father's grave and stopped in her tracks. In her hands was a bouquet of flowers she had brought to put in front of her father's grave, but to her surprise, there was a single rose that had already been placed there. Ishizu recognized the rose immediately—one that had been plucked from the backyard that Marik had been tended to for the last two weeks.
A smile appeared on her face. Marik had cared. Whatever grudges Marik still held against his father couldn't destroy the love Marik had and would always have; from son to father. It was so beautiful that she couldn't help but fall to her knees and weep in the middle of the graveyard. Their family may always be broken but they were a family nonetheless.

Yugi and Yami - Gay

Atemu and Yami Sennen - Twin brothers. One with tan skin is Atemu and the other with pale skin is Yami.

Heba and Yugi Mouto - Amethyst eyed twin boys, one with tan skin is Heba and the other with pale skin is Yugi.

The light faded to reveal a dull grey house with two ten year old boys, one with tan skin and the other with pale skin, sitting a table with a lunch of some cooked potatoes and a slice of bread on their plates.
"The tan one is my twin brother, Atemu." Yami explained.

Young Atemu knocked, and the door was open by two ten year old amethyst eyed boys, one with tan skin and the other with pale skin. "Yami!" Young Yugi squealed as he hugged his friend. "Atemu!" Young Heba squealed at the same time as he hugged Atemu. "We're so glad you made it!"

Many people were there, but only three were the Mouto's. Yugi, Heba, and their grandfather, Solomon. Their parents had died from a sickness when they were babies, so Solomon raised the twins.

The other people there didn't really have much for a family. A blond haired boy with hazel eyes, Joey, age 10, and an auburn haired girl with grey eyes, Serenity, age 8, sat together. They were brother and sister, but their father was drunk a lot of the time, forcing their mother to work long hours to provide for her family.
A boy with brown hair and icy blue eyes held a young boy with black hair and grey eyes. Seto, age 10, and Mokuba, age 5, had lost their mother after she had given birth to Mokuba, and their father ran off with all the money he had about 3 years ago. The two were raised in an orphanage until a man with the last name, Kaiba adopted them, but he was very abusive and hard driven. The remaining were the Ishtar's and a family friend. Ishizu, age 15, Odion, age 19, and Malik, age 10, had actually run away from Egypt to keep Malik safe from their father. Their family friend, a boy Malik's age named Marik Tishra, had met them on the road and insisted they come back to his house. The Tishra's had been more than happy to house the family.

Seto Kaiba fits the role of Ebenezer Scrooge better than Yami Yugi.

The light faded to reveal a dull grey house with two ten year old boys, one with tan skin and the other pale skin, sitting a table with a lunch of some cooked potatoes and a slice of bread on their plates.
"The tan one is my twin brother, Atemu." Yami explained.

Young Atemu knocked, and the door was open by two ten year old amethyst eyed boys, one with tan skin and the other pale skin. "Yami!" Young Yugi squealed as he hugged his friend. "Atemu!" Young Heba squealed at the same time as he hugged Atemu. "We're so glad you made it!"

Many people were there, but only three were the Mouto's. Yugi, Heba, and their Grandfather, Solomon. Their parents had died from a sickness when they were babies, so Solomon raised the twins.

The other people there didn't really have much for a family. A blond haired boy with hazel eyes, Joey, age 10, and an auburn haired girl with grey eyes, Serenity, age 8, sat together. They were brother and sister, but their father was drunk a lot of the time, forcing their mother to work long hours to provide for her family.
A boy with brown hair and icy blue eyes held a young boy with black hair and grey eyes. Seto, age 10, and Mokuba, age 5, had lost their mother after she had given birth to Mokuba, and their father ran off with all the money he had about 3 years ago. The two were raised in an orphanage until a man with the last name of Kaiba adopted them, but he was very abusive and hard driven. The remaining were the Ishtar's and a family friend. Ishizu, age 15, Odion, age 19, and Malik, age 10, had actually run away from Egypt to keep Malik safe from their father. Their family friend, a boy Malik's age named Marik Tishra, had met them on the road and insisted they come back to his house. The Tishra's had been more than happy to house the family.

Seto Kaiba fit the role of Ebenezer Scrooge better than me.

That was so sweet

I really enjoyed reading this!

Aw, this is cool! And so sweet! - a little later. It will be awesome to see Yami's reaction to the future. Also, I'M YOUR 100TH REVIWER! Congratulations!

This is soooo gooood

Man, Yami is such a jerk in this story!

Oh, gods! I cried so many times throughout! So beautiful, and you made me empathise with everyone! And this is from someone weirded out by mpreg (when it has no clear explanation...)! Loved it!