A.N. Just to warn anyone who come across this. Some VERY OOC Nobodies, a lot of switching between characters, a strange plot, and Demyx in control. Add Christmas to the mix, and you get the idea.

"But Xeeeemnas..."Demyx whined.
"I said no, and that's final."
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease..."
"Will it shut you up for the rest of eternity?"
Demyx nodded hurridly.
"Really..."the Superior considered for a moment, "As long as it does not involve any form of mutilation."
"Mutilation?... Oh, hurting people. It shouldn't,"Demyx lit up like a bulb, "We just buy a random person a present!"
Deciding it was harmless enough, Xemnas reached into the bag of names, and drew one.
"Oh good! Everyone has to play, though!" Demyx grinned, and pulled out a name for himself, "Oh, and don't tell. That's why it's 'Secret Santa'."
Xemnas raised an eyebrow, and Demyx unfolded his paper, grinning, "Now just got to find everyone else!"
The Nocturn ran off, as the Superior sighed. This could be a long month... When was Christmas again?

"So you mean, I can buy whatever I like for the loser I pull out, and somebody buys me a present?"Larxene had one hand raised, ready to zap Demyx.
He nodded hurridly, "Yeah, that's right."
Larxene lowered her hand, grinning slyly, "Alright then." She drew a name and looked at the sheet.
Her grin widened, and she began to laugh manically. Demyx took that as his que to run.

"The Superior's already drawn."Demyx nodded as he said the words.
Saix barely nodded, and drew a name, whilst handing Demyx his mission.
"Oh maaan..."Demyx groaned. Training. With Xigbar.

"So-" Demyx hopped left.
Xigbar raised his weapon again.
"-would you-"duck.
"-be interested-" dodge.
"-in-"jump.
"-joining in."Demyx screamed as the Freeshooter hit him.
Xigbar grinned, and placed his gun over one shoulder, "Go for it."
Pulling a name, he wacked Demyx on the head with the tip of the weapon.
"Owch?"

Demyx was smilling again by the time they reached the Grey Room. Checking in with Saix, he noticed Vexen walking out of a Dark Corridoor, eyes tied. Evidently checking back in.
"Hey, Vexen!"he shouted.
The Academic glared at him.
"Want to join in the Secret Santa?"
The elder turned to face the sitarist, "Do you realise how foolish celebrating such festivals are, considering our lack of emotion?"
"But we doooo have emotions!"Demyx whinned back.
Xemnas appeared behind him, "Vexen, you will partake in Demyx's foolish idea." and left again.
Vexen rolled his eyes, and drew a name.
"Don't tell!"Demyx ran off.

"Hiya!"
Axel and Roxas looked over their shoulders, perfectly in sync.
"Want to join in the Secret Santa?"
"Secret Santa?"Roxas looked curiously at Axel.
"It's where you draw a random name, and then buy them a present. You don't tell them, wrap it up, and leave it under the tree. On Christmas morning, you open them, and you have a gift from an unknown. Got it memorized?"Axel winked.
"Yeah..."Roxas didn't sound too certain, "Did you seriously get permission for that?"
Demyx nodded vigoriously, and thrust the bag to Axel. He drew two, and, without looking, passed one to Roxas.
"Bye!"Demyx shouted, running off.

"Please, Xal!"
"din."finished off the lancer, sighing, "Bust."
Luxord claimed his winnings, "Another round?"
"What did you want, Demyx?"
"We're doing a Secret Santa, and Xemnas agreed. So you need to draw names."
Xaldin's face fell temorerily, but drew a name anyway. Luxord happily took one.
Xaldin tucked his slip into his pocket, "Seems I might need my munny. Sorry to disappoint."
Luxord shrugged, "Black Jack?"
"Err... No thanks! Got more people to draw!" Demyx ran at the mention of gambling. Everybody lost to Luxord.

Malexia. Number 11 - the Graceful Assasin. Demyx ducked under a paticually low branch, to find him watering his roses.
"Good evening, IX. Can I assist you?" Even Demyx knew the man's words were poison.
"Will you draw for the Secret Santa? The only other people left are still out on mission."
"Why of course, darling, "Malexia drew closer than required to draw the name, giving Demyx a blast of flowery fraguence. He looked at the name.
"Oh, how unfortunate. I seem to have drawn myself. Surely that is not how it works."
Demyx shook his head, "Nope - fold it back up, and draw another."
Once more, the Assasin drew close, and pulled out another name.
"Better?"Demyx asked, grinning.
"Much,"and XI returned to his watering.

Dinner came and went. Still no sign of V and VI. Demyx sat jiggling on one of the sofas, awaiting their arival. It was nearly midnight when the two appeared, pale faced and heavy eyed. Demyx darted up, and confrunted them.
"Please join in the Secret Santa. Everyone else is."
"Secret..."started V.
"...Santa."His counterpart finished, tensing. Lexeaus moved closer to him.
"Can we deal with this in the morning, IX?" Zexion rubbed his head.
"Nope. I've waited up most of the night. You will draw now - even the Superior drew before you."
Zexion looked warily at the bag, evidently recalling Axel's bag of snakes last week.
Lexeaus, however, nodded, and drew a slip. He nodded to the younger Nobody, who in turn drew a piece of paper, relaxing ever so slightly.