~*Intros*~
A.N: Has anyone watched "A Muppet Christmas Carol"? Some parts of this story came from that movie
It was a rather cold and crisp morning in Domino City. Many packed into the mall to buy clothes, jewelry that was half the price of the original, electronics, and what not. Most of the stores have been crammed with customers as they were buying presents for the holidays.
"Christmas CD's." a tall blonde hair waved out a CD to those who passed by their booth. "Christmas CD's for sale."
"We also give out red and green apples for free when you buy a CD." A shorter boy who seemed older than the first blonde, with blonde, black and red hair called out, sitting on the small booth that he and his friend built right by the stage center of the mall.
"The apples are good you know." The tall blonde boy took a bite of the green apple. "Trust me."
"You're not supposed to be eating those Joey!" The other one looked up at Joey.
Joey glanced down at his friend. "Hey, I'm creating some business Yami. Give me a break."
"Yeah but by the time we actually sell a CD, all the apples are gone." Yami crossed his arms over his chest.
"Psst…check it out." Joey pointed to the readers who are reading this story.
Yami looked to where Joey is pointing, smiling nervously before waving. "Oh hello. I am here to tell you a story."
"And I am here for the food." Joey grinned, tossing the last of the green apple away and grabbing a red one.
Yami looked at his friend strangely. "Hmph. My name is Charles Dickens."
"And my name is Joey Wheeler," he turned to Yami, giving him a weird look. "Hey, hey, wait a minute. You're not Charles Dickens."
"I am too." Yami insisted.
"Charles Dickens was a 19th century novelist," he poked Yami on the forehead a couple of times. "A genius."
Yami grabbed his friend by the arm. "Oh, you are too kind."
Joey was speechless at first before he uttered. "Why do I even bother?"
"Well, because I know the story of 'A Christmas Carol' in the back of my hand."
"Prove it." Joey crossed his arms over his chest.
Yami held out his hand towards Joey, facing the other way. "Well, there are those three scratch marks that the stupid alley cat gave me last week. And um…a line that looks like a y right in the center…"
"No, no, no, no." Joey shook his head. "Don't tell us about your hand. Tell us the story."
"Oh, right, right, right, right." Yami cleared his throat. "The Marleys were dead, to begin with." He said in an eerie whisper.
"Say what?" Joey was taken back.
"That's how the story begins Joey," said Yami. "The Marleys were dead to being with."
"Oh…" Joey finally understood.
"As dead as one's body frozen underneath the snow overnight."
"Jeez, do you have to make things that graphic? Otherwise, it's really…" he shuddered. "Freaky."
"Thanks a lot Joey." Yami smiled.
"No problem Mr. Dickens." Joey glanced back at his friend.
"Now, since the holidays are coming up, we usually see everyone getting into the Christmas Spirit. However," he pointed one finger in the air. "There is one person we all know that isn't into these holidays. And that man is Seto Kaiba."
"Isn't it obvious." Joey rolled his eyes. "The guy is never into the spirit of things."
"Just let me continue with my story." Yami glanced at Joey. "Anyway, Kaiba is all into business and only cares about his money and what not." He turned towards the entrance of the mall. "He should be appearing in that corner of the entrance." He pointed to the sliding doors.
"Where?" Joey looked at where Yugi is pointing.
"There." Yami pointed to the doors.
"When?"
Yami took a glance at his watch. "Now."
And at then, a tall, young man entered the doors of the mall. He wore a long black jacket along with matching pants and shoes. He carried a suitcase as he made his way up the escalator. No one was with him, as usual.
"Jeez, did it just get colder in here?" Joey looked on at Kaiba.
~*To Be Continued*~