Hey, this is Trick's turn! I don't own the lovely Xenosaga. This is by Wilhelm-sama's point of view. Please enjoy ! Please keep in mind that though this is the same idea, they all have different endings…for the most part…well…what happens is different..well…oh children, you will see. TriangleItUp Forever!

The Lobster Magnet

(Best Cornflakes this side of Second Miltia)

Wilhelm sighed lightly as he reached his destination, The Lobster Magnet. Since the Dammerung was in need of a few supplies and repairs after a gnosis attack the best place to restock was Second Miltia, home of Vector HQ. He was pleased.

Leaving matters in his secretaries hands Vector's C.E.O. was left to his own devices. There had been something particularly interesting in one of the spam letters he had opened up in his e-mail: The Lobster Magnet. According to this letter, the afore mentioned place was actually a grocery store and was rumored to have the "BESST KORNFLAYKS EVVER". The e-mail had sparked the incredibly intelligent man's curiosity.

Cornflakes were by far one of the few reasons he got up in the morning. Had it not been for the invention of these unique golden nuggets, Wilhelm would have to resort to some other less stylish cereal, like Cheerios, and he couldn't have that. He might even have to go so far as to not have breakfast at all.

Well, you may be wondering why a man leading the largest corporation in the universe would be eating a bowl of cereal for breakfast in the first place. The answer is simple: He likes it. And if you even so much as glanced upon his agenda you may even spot the number one thing on his To-Do List: "Purifying the world". This can be interpreted into many different ways, but each will leave anyone completely breathless upon carrying them out. Surely now, you can understand why a man of his stature needed a well balanced breakfast, which, of course, included the afore mentioned cornflakes.

Anyway, here he was, standing in front of the large grocery store and seeing no one inside. He also took note that there were no cars in the parking lot. There didn't seem to be any sign of life anywhere.

He took another step and the automatic doors slid open, beckoning him in to where his golden flakes of joy were hidden.

Once inside Wilhelm helped himself to a small carrying basket in case he found something else that met his needs. He slipped the handles over his arms gracefully. After obtaining his the blue plastic chariot for his cornflakes his claret eyes traced the signs above the isles. Dog food…laundry detergent…

"Blub Blub..."

He stopped suddenly and turned to his right. There, seemingly on display as their pride and joy was a tank of lobsters. Wilhelm watched a moment as the lobsters floated about the tank lazily, landing on top of one another and-

"Can I help you, sir?" Wilhelm was caught off guard as he turned to see directly in front of him a woman of about five feet with greasy brunette hair, yellow teeth, and heavy lavender eye shadow. He suddenly realized he had not changed out of his suit that he cared to wear seemingly everyday of his long life. He had been so malnutritioned this morning, and things had failed to go according to plan, that he was left confused and careless, unable to even make the simple decision to change into more appropriate attire for such an occasion. The absence of cornflakes was truly a terrible thing.

Wilhelm expertly stepped back from the woman before his nostrils caught a whiff of her heavy perfume and replied politely, "Yes ma'm, I am looking for the cereal isle."

She took a step closer, "A man like you is lookin' all the way over here for some cereal." She put her hands on her hips, "You wouldn't believe the people that have been walkin' in here lookin' for-"

There.

"Ma'm, I apologize, but I really must be going now. If you'll excuse me..." He smiled softly down at her and she could only stare back into his claret eyes that were framed by his elegant pure white bangs. Every city had their "shady" part of down, and Second Miltia was no different. The store clerk was shocked to see not only such a rich man in her store but also a polite one.

When she didn't say anything Vector's C.E.O. thanked her and went on his way to the cereal isle.

The store really wasn't all that bad. Aside from the empty check out lines and lack of staff, there seemed to be a grand selection of products. Wilhelm turned into the isle, and slowed down until he wasn't moving at all.

Empty.

He didn't understand. He had come all this way, only to find the shelves bare, not a single morsel left for his hungry soul His face remained calm and angelic even but inside a demon was raging within him ready to tackle the person responsible for this great tragedy and tear them limb from limb.

Then something caught his eye. In a small barely noticeable sigh his fiery anger and inner turbulence was silenced with a wave of relief. A single box had been left alone, abandoned by all others, sitting on the left side of the isle on the second shelf from the top in shadow, weeping softly for someone to love him.

Wilhelm knew that someone was him. He walked over to the box confidently, a smile forming from his smooth lips. Upon arrival he took a moment to examine it with his all knowing eyes, as if he were teasing the box that was so close to salvation, a home. After reading through some of the nutrient facts he moved to read the other side of the box. This side was filled with fun facts about how these little flakes can help you live longer. Though this wasn't something Wilhelm really needed he took delight in the other fun facts such as "Helps prevent cancer!", "Decreases chance of things not going your way!", and the ever satisfying "Best edible bug repellant!" He proceeded to trace the box with his eyes over its many colors and delicate textures.

The time was now.

Wilhelm's pale hand reached for the box containing the fuel for his soul…and froze. There, in equal distance from the box was a gloved hand reaching to take hold of the same breakfast feast. His head moving only slightly, Wilhelm's eyes followed the hand to the arm to the shoulder and finally to the face.

Yeshua.

Several emotions stirred within Wilhelm, but expertly masking them all, he placed an amused smile on his face.

chaos stared back at him, emerald eyes meeting a cross between amber and ruby ones. Without either noticing, their hands retreated to their sides.

This was rising to the title of annoying. The silence was thick and seemed suffocating, but neither showed it. It had been over a hundred years, literally, since the two had crossed paths. Was it fate that they should meet each other here, in search for the same box of cereal?

Wilhelm had not planned on it, and he was a bit upset that things weren't going his way today. They were frozen, eyes locked on the other, but time however, did not freeze along with them. Instead, it went on, second turning into minutes, and minutes turning to hours.

Finally chaos broke the silence with a forced and emotionless, "Hello."

Wilhelm's smile widened, but only slightly, "Hello."

Other than the intercom playing "With You" by Jessica Simpson, the air was completely stagnant.

It was Wilhelm's turn this time, "It seems as though we are both in need of this divine breakfast, but there is but one."

chaos nodded, the first movement in what seemed like forever.

"Target found." The two looked up to see KOS-MOS walking stiffly down the isle, a lobster pinching away at her hair, refusing to let go.

If it was possible for chaos to turn pale, he would have. Wilhelm only kept his smile on his face, surprised but not alarmed by this turn of events. She stopped between them, facing the box of cornflakes.

She turned to her left, "Hello, chaos."

chaos composed himself, "Hello, KOS-MOS. It's been awhile. What are you doing here?"

"By my current position, that would prove to be obvious. By orders of the head of Vector Industries, I am here to purchase cornflakes." She then reached between them, grabbed the box, and turned to leave.

"Miss, you have a lobster in your hair." Wilhelm spoke for the first time directly to the android.

She turned to him, pulled it out with a quick yank, and blinked, "You have my gratitude. Goodbye, chaos." With that she was gone.

Wilhelm put his elbow in his right hand and put his left up to his chin in a contemplative gesture. Suddenly everything was clear. He had not ordered KOS-MOS to obtain his cornflakes, so that meant that only one other person could have done it…

"Well, it looks like you've won the battle." chaos finally smiled lightly, and for a moment Wilhelm wished things weren't the way that they were,…but only for a moment.

"Actually, I was not the one who gave these orders."

chaos frowned. Wilhelm tried to read his thoughts, though he knew it was pointless. chaos had him blocked.

"Well, then, I suppose we are once again even."

"I suppose you're right."

With that chaos smiled lightly before turning to leave. It appeared that he as well, though for a small instant, wished things were not as they were now.

When he was gone, Wilhelm finally allowed himself a light chuckle. This had been by far one of the most amusing days he had had in a while, aside, of course, from the day he had owned the Testaments, literally, at Monopoly by having within his possession everything on the board and having to give out loans so that the other four could continue playing, but that is another story.

He had once believed that the Testaments could keep nothing from him, but this time he had been fooled. Someone had not only ordered KOS-MOS to buy his box of cornflakes, but that same someone had eaten his previous box, which is why he had started off the day on the wrong foot.

Wilhelm frowned disapprovingly.

…Kevin.

Oh man, I'm just dying to write about board games and the Testaments, but I need Heather's humor, and Mugi needs to finish Xenosaga so she can help me out on characterization. Wah! tears Would that melt your heart to see them all huddled around on the floor playing Candy Land? Please R&R!