Would it have been better if I waited until Christmas for this...
Disclaimer: Me own nottin', 'cept plot.
The long corridor leading to the inside of the factory was pitch-black as our siblings found out. With eyes yet to adjust to the surroundings, Cagalli accidentally bumped into his brother who "just happened to be in front of her all of a sudden". She mumbled a quick "sorry", and continued. Kira took hold of her hands just in case (and because of the fact that he was scared of the dark). A little while later they arrived at a wide, colorfully decorated door. Luckily, this one was not locked, having Kira only needing to push gently on the handle bars.
They found themselves in a brightly lit room; ironic, seeing as they've only just crossed through a dark hallway. It took the twins a couple more minutes until they adjusted their eyes yet again. The room itself was big; enormous, with all sorts of trinkets and other accessories. Everywhere in the room, there were little men dressed in green, and in the back of the room, there was a throne. 'Wow… Santa certainly thinks highly of himself,' thought Kira. Yet, the big man was nowhere in sight. The little elves just continued with their work, as if the 2 taller people in the room didn't exist.
Cagalli got a little annoyed, and walked over to one of them. "Hey!" she said, tapping the elf on its shoulder. The pointed-ear figure turned around, looking Cagalli directly in the eye. 'Err… they kinda look freaky up close.' She snapped herself back to reality, thinking back to her 'mission'. "Um… where can I find Santa?" she asked. The elf pointed to a room near the center of factory labeled, "Lounge". "You'll probably find him on a Lazy-Boy eating Twinkies," he told her, before going back to work.
The conversation was loud enough that Kira heard it from where he was. Kira waited until Cagalli walked back, and together, they entered the lounge. Just as the elf had said, a fat man with a long white beard sat on a Lazy-Boy recliner, with a box of Twinkies in his hands.
The bearded man looked over at the twins who were standing by the doorway. "Ho ho-"That was all he said before he broke into a series of coughs. "Damn those Twinkies!" he cursed. With a hand, he leaned over to his side, and grabbed a bottle of Coca Cola. He took a sip of it, calming himself down. "Well then, I suppose we'll skip the pleasantries," he said, chuckling a bit, "What can I do for you?"
Kira began, slowly at first, "It's like this Santa: every year I would receive a wonderful present from you, except for this year. This is why my sister and I traveled all this way to see you. You see… what I'm trying to say is… 'Where the hell are our presents!' The innocent little boy, who you first met during the beginning of the story, now has a pair of murderous eyes glaring upon Santa Clause. Rage boiling inside of him, he would've taken a swing at Santa, had his sister not held him back.
"Kira, let Santa explain," she defended, smiling sweetly at the man in the red suit. 'Hehe, now he's bound to give more presents to me than Kira.'
The sight of Cagalli made him think she was thinking something malicious. "Fine, I'll give him a chance." Kira removed himself from his sister's grasp, and patted his clothes lightly, straightening himself.
Santa stood there silently, watching the 2 strange children's antics. "Right..." clearing his throat a bit, he finished, "there will be no presents from me this year."
That was all it took for Cagalli to lunge herself at him. She was held back, however, by her brother. "Let go of me!" she yelled. Doing everything possible to try to escape from her brother's hold, including: kicking, scratching, screaming, and the occasional biting; yet, was still met with defeat.
Kira noticed Cagalli had calmed, and patted her gently on the head. "Trust me Cags, if we don't get a good explanation, I'll personally kill him," he assured, his tone indicating his seriousness. The elder Yamato gestured for Santa to continue.
"Th—This year," Santa noticed himself stuttering. "This year was supposed to be the grandest Christmas of them all. My investments in Microsoft really paid off. I had the funds to give every little child around Earth exactly what they wanted. It was all great, until the Plant chairman interfered—"
"What! The Plant chairmen you say?" inquired Kira.
Santa nodded slowly. He continued, "Yes, the chairman phoned me one day, telling me to only give the children of Plant presents. Of course I couldn't do that! That was when he sent in a team to infiltrate this factory, stealing all the presents." Scratching at his itchy beard, "I'm not sure exactly what he plans to do with them though. Given, that I heard even the children of Plant had not received my presents." Santa stood up from the recliner, and paced over to the door. "I'm sorry children, but Chairmen George W. Bush of Plant has taken all the presents. There's nothing I can do." Sighing, he exited the lounge.
The twins looked at each other, and then nodded. They knew what had to be done, and were willing to achieve it, no matter what the cost (especially because of Cagalli's little fortune, the cost was really no big deal). Kira and Cagalli quickly exited the lounge, walked through the factory, and back through that long dark corridor. Once again, in the freezing cold, they made a call to the taxi company. A few minutes later, a polar bear came along. They gazed at the animal.
"Sorry guys, but the reindeers get the good hours. You'll have to settle," the polar bear informed.
The twins shrugged, and climbed aboard the polar, quickly falling in love with its soft fur. "You'll do," they said in unison.
In no time at all, the twins were at the airport again. Cagalli paid off their ride, and gave another generous tip. Wanting to get out of the sharp winds, the Yamatos quickly entered the revolving doors, and into the airport. There they booked a flight on a shuttle flying to Plants. With it being near midnight, the two found some empty chairs, deciding to just crash here for the night. Cagalli could no longer stay awake, as she snuggled herself against her big brother's chest finding warmth. Kira smirked at this, seeing his "tough" sister sleeping so serenely across his chest. He encased her into a tight, protective hug, before falling asleep himself.
Their crusade to get their presents back just officially began.