(Christmas) This is a fluffyness thing for the Cretin! 3 you mucho mas! Haha, enjoy mi amores! AU because Cornelius is in it, a character of Lady of the Phoenix.

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Amazing, Incredible, Awesome and Cool

Sephiroth reached a leather gloved hand into the helmet filled with little yellow slips of paper and swished it twice before pulling one out by the thumb and forefinger. He held it just above his nose, scrutinizing the name, then shoved it deep into his pocket.

"Hey, sir, what's with that look?" one of the cadets asked, but Sephiroth only gave him a knowing smile and excused himself.

It was that time of year again; when the trees are alight with lights and tinsel while people all around sing carols of old in front of shopping malls. It's supposed to be a season of love and caring, world peace and all that stuff, but instead everyone in the SOLDIER barracks were sneaking around like little kids who just stole a piece of gun from the candy counter. That was because it was the time of the very special game called Secret Santa.

Everyone knows about Secret Santa, that game where you pick a name from a hat and you have to buy that person a present and you exchange gifts at a party on Christmas day. The fun's in trying to figure out what they want without them knowing that their "Secret Santa" is in fact you.

Later in the cafeteria, Sephiroth picked the paper and read it again. The Amazing, Incredible, Awesome and Cool Zachary Knightblade, future General of SOLDIER was inscribed on it in purple ink with barley legible handwriting, and that was exactly whose ass the silver haired beauty's hand was on in the slow-moving line. Zack's face was a deep red, but his floppy, lopsided grin remained intact.

"Hey Zack, just wondering… do you use lotion by any chance because you smell absolutely delicious," Sephiroth said, his voice almost a purr.

"Um, no… but I do like Axe deoderant! Take a sniff of my pits!"

"No thanks…" Sephiroth muttered, dodging the other's wildly flapping arm and armpit stuck inches from his face.

"What are you trying to get at Seph…? You're acting really weird!"

Sephiroth eyed the beltline of the soldier's purple sweat pants with his piercing green eyes, dodging the question tossed at him, and the fine, designer boxers sticking up about two inches from them. With a grin, his gaze lifted to meet Zack's lavender one while he patted him on the back.

"Well, anyways, pull your pants up soldier, nobody wants to see that."

The general picked up his ham and swiss sandwich and left the bustling mess hall with a mischievous grin plastered on his face that came off to some as demented, which resulted in many avoiding him for the rest of the day.

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"Oh! Who's your secret Santa Zack!" Cloud cheered, cuddling the stuffed turtle he got against his chest while staring up at the others with a wide grin of pure joy.

"Hehe, let's find that out!"

Sephiroth smirked and pulled out a package wrapped with black paper and a red bow. Morbid wrapping for a morbid kid of person. Zack grinned privately and took the package, ripping it open in a whirlwind of paper and ribbon. When the dust had cleared, he held up a pair of red silk boxers in front of his face, grinning from ear to ear.

"Awww, Seph! I love em!" he cheered, and then was cut off when another walked through the door.

At the door was a tall young man with shaggy black hair and milky white skin, carrying a festive package under his arm. His deep eyes flashed for an instant as he beheld the scene before him of the boxer holding Zack and a dumbfounded Sephiroth kneeling before him, his cascading hair forming pools on the floor.

"B-but… wha…? I thought I was your Secret Santa?" Cornelius sputtered, his cheeks red, glancing back and forth from Zack to Seph, then to Cloud who was whimpering quietly.

Zack was met with razor sharp glares from all sides, but he shrugged like he had no clue what was going on.

"Don't tell me you put your name in twice…" the dark haired soldier muttered, throwing his present at Zack who grabbed it up and opened it, holding up an identical pair of boxers.

"What can I say, the more the merrier! This IS Christmas you know!"

"Typical…"