JAY'S A/N: HAI! I'm sorry to inform you that Chap4 will not be uploaded until Friday, due to the fact that I had a brain fart and was unable to finish it by today. -pout-

ANYHOO.. in honor of Christmas, Terra and I have written a little Christmas filler/omake sort of thing. It has ghost!Axel, but does not relate to the plot in any way.

I dedicate whatever I've written below to Terra, my new found Axel. She's totally awesome and writing TO has been on hell of a party XD I can't wait to see what new random gore/awesome descriptions you'll have in the future!

Not to mention her gore. -cackle- GORE!!

Since you've already seen this fic.. it doesn't count as much of a gift fic as it should.. so here's a mini-scenario for you!

"Roxas, I love Tarjay."

"What?"

"You know, Tarjay! T-A-R-G-E-T! Got it memorized?"

"Why are you saying it like that? It's Tar-GET. We're not French or something!"

"I believe the correct term is British..luv."

"How stereotypical is that?"

"Very, luv, very." -insert AkuRokusmutlemon here-

Whoo, smexy. I know. -srsface-

TERRA'S A/N: Whee!! MERRY CHRISTMAS, everyone!! and with me, all Christmas story will be turned in GORE. G-O-R-E, got it memorized?! Isn't it fun~? mhmmm. XD We will have a berry RED Christmas together. And...Jay and my readers MUST suffer with me!! mwahahah. XD okay. time for me to stop. That's the effect of watching "Timber Falls" late at night and fear that the scythe man will come slaughter me. -ahem- okay. XD anyway, merry Christmas! A little gift from moi and Jay. XD Jay's the one with the plot. and I'm the one with--... oh well, you'll know. Love ya all!!! -random glomp everyone- :3 ENJOY!!!

THE STORY NOT RELATED TO THE PLOT VdVoVwVnVtVhVeVrVeV!V

If Roxas went Christmas shopping with Ghost!Axel…

Roxas kind of enjoyed Christmas shopping. There were a whole bunch of people shopping for Christmas!! Gotta love those people! Why? Well, Roxas certainly had a pretty good reason why! Because he would get a chance to go into a mad killing spree!!! Yes! With lots of blood involved, intestines flowing out, painting the whole red, colorful, Christmas-y Target with more crimson! Oh, joy! Yes! The red, the crimson! Everybody gotta love those! Butcher them all! Kill the all! Chop them to pieces! Give their pieces of meat to Starbucks to add into the recipe of their coffee! Two birds with a stone! Starbucks would become insanely famous with its humanly protein and everybody would know who Roxas was! Great idea!

Anyway, with all these people, it was freakishly hard to get any shopping done. I mean, they were everywhere. What, were they spawning like rabbits in the snacks section?! Mmhmm, that left our blond with such a hard decision to make. To slaughter or not to slaughter? He would surely need to get through the whole bloody mess of people that was blocking his way.

Jay, the main authoress of this miniature, pointless fic now feels the need to drag the, ahem, descriptive other writer, before she mentally disturbs the rest of our readers. Well, Jay does enjoy the gore.. but it's Christmas, so we'll save the gore for later, mmkay? Good.

Back to topic. So why was it that Roxas enjoyed Christmas shopping besides the stuffs he was going to do in his head? There were sales! SALES! You couldn't help but love them! Always saving you money on your car insura- wait. No. Stupid gecko. Wait, no.. that's not on topic. Goddammit Geico and your money saving tomfoolery!

Anyway.. Christmas shopping.. The bane of any Scrooges in the world. There was always one certain store Roxas liked to shop at for all his holiday needs. Target! Of course, with its bullseye shaped logo, cheerful slogan, and red and white color scheming.. What was there not to like?

Ooh, nice question! And surely, our beloved Roxas had a nice, if not slightly disturbing, answer prepared for the question! What was there to not like? What was there to not like?! Okay now, first off, we can start with the previous mentioned problem! The people! It was definitely a sin to put Roxas into that kind of situation! How come everyone was blocking the blond's way to the easy way of acquiring his earned products of sale? Dammit, all he wanted was a pair of gloves and the people were forming a human fence, or stone wall if you count their carts- stupid little contraptions made of metal and other rusted shitterskins, blocking him from what he wanted.

With a small huff, the blond decided to hold his rage in--to avoid spilling blood--and walk away like the man he was.

Now, today's shopping trip would not be any different then any other holiday, with Roxas searching through the isles for the desired items- but there was a slight setback on all this normality.

A ghost.

A tall, lanky, redheaded, pale, green-eyed, not to mention completely and utterly sexy ghost.

Oh, that literally destroyed thenormality he had been hoping for. Would it be believable if the author mentioned that there was a slight lust in the blond's eyes when they were looking at the same ghostly redhead? As if an eagle searching and finding its prey? Yes? Okay then, it was decided.

The pair of Cerulean eyes started wondering, scanning every last translucent meat in front of him. It was definitely yummy enough that Roxas even started to drool a little. It was insane to know that he could not ever taste that piece of meat. Why? The redhead was a ghost, that was why. What a shame. Thus, end the lusty thought of out little favorite blond.

"Roxas! Roxas! Look! They're selling lighters! Lighters! I love lighte-" The redhead floated up and down happily, hands flailing in obvious excitement.

"Axel. Shut up. I'm shopping here!" Roxas frowned, as he slowly scanned the shelves for whatever doodaddles he was looking to wrap up and call a present, trying to ignore the omnipresent being before him. Roxas had a lot of patience, considering the whole Target slaughtering and the lust for the same being(as infuriating as he may be). This was definitely not normal.

The ghost turned to face the blonde and frowned, giving his own version of the puppy-dog eyes. "Buut Roxaas! They're on sale!"

"It's a fucking lighter, Axel. No one gives a shit." Roxas closed his eyes and began to rub his temples.

Dear god he was going insane. Here he was, torn between buying irrelevant item number one, and irrelevant item number two for his irrelevant friend, while a remotely relevant redhead kept bothering him with his previous lifetime pyromaniac tendencies!

"But they're special edition and look like a fatman doing the shoop-da-whoop!" whined the remotely relevant redhead, as he floated towards the little container of lighters.

Roxas opened one eye, while continuing the rub his temples, and sighed.

Breathe, Roxas, breathe. You will survive. You will make it out with your sanity.

"Axel, that's Santa Claus."

You will not be driven to madness by this man with insanely colored hair.

"Oh! That guy that goes 'Hey Hey Hey'?"

You will not attempt to castrate the ghost and look like a complete idiot in the process of doing so.

"No, Axel," Roxas clenched his jaw, sucking in a deep breath while doing so, and stopped rubbing his temples to place his face in his palm, " That's Fat Albert."

You will not scream bloody murder inside of Target.

"Then what does this 'Santa' say? Something stupid like 'HoHoHo'?" Axel said with a wave of his transparent hand, amused grin plastered on his face as he rolled his eyes.

Roxas twitched, feeling a larger than slight urge to punch something. Preferably a redhead. Instead of doing what almost every part of his body was screaming at him to do, which included connecting his fist with a certain ghosts face even though that was not physically possible, he reached over, pulled a random Santa toy that made noises, and pressed a button.

You will not throw this at the ghost in a fit of insane rage.

"Ho, Ho, Ho!" Axel's eyes widened slowly as the Santa toy's arms began to move up and down, in a retarded dance-like motion.

You will not destroy the innocence of any children present by screaming every curse you have ever heard, including the falsity of the fat redman that slides down chimneys.

"Dude! Are you serious? This thing says 'Ho, Ho, Ho!?'" Axel burst out laughing.

Roxas' twitching increased, as he made a few more mental grasps for the tendrils of sanity that now flittered away like butterflies in a sandstorm. Slaughtering every single damn person in this godforsaken building wouldn't satisfy him now. All he wanted now was a certain redhead to Shut. Up.

You will not loose control, you will not lose control, you will no-fuck that.

"Oh! Hey look! They've got iPods! I wonder if they have some Trans-Siberian Orchestra CDs! They kick so much as-"

"Axel, I swear, if you do not shut your mouth, I will do it for you." Roxas shut his eyes, and crossed his arms.

"Wha?" Axel stared at the blonde, who had his eyes shut tightly.

Suddenly, Roxas' eyes flew open, and he snarled. Axel will later note that it looked very deadly and sexy, but now was the time to be worrying about his intangible balls. Haha, intangible balls.

"If you don't shut up I will steal a fucking red iPod. I will shove that said iPod up your ass to places it will never be found. I'll make you cook those earphones that come with it into a nice, yummy spaghetti and force it down your throat. And then I'll fucking find the Trans-Siberian Orchestra for just you. I'll fucking build you a ship made out of their CDs and sail you to Africa with them. So long as you Shut. The. Fuck. Up."

At which point, two girls happened to walk by. Both had black hair, but one had brown eyes, while the other had black. Both had been chattering about something completely random, and paused to stare at the blonde with spiked hair as he sputtered the weirdest threat they had ever heard.

The one with brown eyes was so going to use that line in a story. The other just wondered about the possibility of making a gory story out of whatever thoughts were going through the insane-seeming blonde's head. Both shrugged, and walked off.

Back to more important things.

Axel merely stared, afraid to even breathe (not that he needed too..), and slowly floated backwards.

Shopping with Roxas.

Serious business, this is.

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!!!! SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING CHP4! IT WILL BE UP ON FRIDAY! Hopefully. -shot-