A/N: I feel like this chapter was needed. After all, not everyone just goes and buys a present. We think and we scream at ourselves. At least thats what I do. D':
Disclaimer: Don't own P.o.T
It was one of the hardest choices Atobe had ever made in his virtually choreless, flawless, life. This 'Jackal better be grateful for what he was making the all-mighty Ore-sama go through-!
Atobe inspected his perfectly manicured fingernails.
Life was such a struggle.
Oshitari picked up a teacup from the display in the store and scrutinized it carefully. I will, Oshitari had vowed, pity in his heart, I will cure that savage snake of Seigaku and show him the better path of elegance! He moved on to inspect a lacey handkerchief.
"Gekokujou." Hiyoshi muttered furiously as he stalked through the stores, "Gekokujou."
Somewhere…Ryoma sneezed.
I will find out Marui-senpai's favorite color! Jirou swore solemnly to himself as he staked up his camping tent and telescope outside Marui's bedroom. He peered through the telescope just as Marui walked in shirtless from the showers. With a squeal, Jirou collapsed, senseless, onto the ground.
His nosebleed didn't stop though.
Shishido was searching for the perfect gift. The one that would scream to the receiver that they were absolutely awful, and sucky, and horrible and not the golden pair with Oishi-
Shishido's head hurt. Thinking of mean adjectives was exhausting.
Choutarou was at the book store reading parenting books. Needless to say, he was at a complete utter loss of how to handle giving a present to such a rebellious teen like Niou-san.
Gakuto frowned as he stalked Taka's Facebook page. This guy was weird.
Usu. Renji. . . . . . .
Kabaji thought in concentration as he carefully wrapped his gift.
"Buchou looks scary today."
"Akaya, he's always scary."
"No, Marui-senpai, look!"
"…oh."
"Hey, guys, hey-"
"Shut up Jackal."
"Hey, that thing over there that looks like Yukimura is ki-"
Yukimura gave a slight chuckle that sounded suspiciously like 'Fuji-Syuusuke-I-will-show-you.'
They all ran.
"TARUNDORU!" Sanada roared, trying to tie a bow on his wrapped present to Kabaji. He yelled in anger and sent the gift smashing into the wall.
"Have some patience, Gen." Yukimura consoled softly.
"I AM HAVING PATIENCE." Sanada yelled, waving his arms.
"Calm down."
"I AM CALM!"
Renji was sleeping. After all, he had calculated:
100% Inui would not expect anything special.
His gift was perfect, he thought.
"JACKAL! MARUI-SENPAI! LOOK!" Kirihara came running from a distance, holding a box happily wrapped n gold foil.
"What is it?"
"My gift to Atobe!"
"…"
"Confidential, Akaya."
"Oh yeah…"
"So um…I like how there's this pink liquid leaking."
"It's not supposed to be doing that…" Kirihara looked sadly down at his gift, which was indeed, dripping.
Jackal wanted to shrivel into a hole and just die. There was virtually nothing you could give to a brick wall. Or a rock. Or some other piece of immovable, unfeeling thing. DAMN YOU AND YOUR NON-EXSITANT FACIAL EXPRESSIONS. Jackal wailed inwardly. Even Sanada would be easier. Jackal sniffed. At least he had those moments where his facial muscles would tighten and he would scream out a 'Tarundoru!' while blasting some unlucky soul into oblivion.
"YOU-ARE-NOT-THE-GENIUS-" Marui grunted with each word, stabbing a needle viciously into a voodoo replica of Oshitari Yuushi.
Meanwhile, Jirou, still camped outside, cheered silently as he watched through his telescope.
Niou was also stalking Facebook profiles, for he still had no idea who Momoshiro was.
As he clicked on the eleventh name that came up with the search 'Momoshiro Takashi,' he let out a groan of frustration.
"Is this him?" Niou wondered aloud as he inspected the profile picture of a man with a beard and glasses. He nearly screamed as the seventh person in a row had gone to' Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.'
"NONE OF YOU GUYS ARE WIZARDS! PUT DOWN YOUR REAL SCHOOLS, DAMMIT!"
There were officially three people using Facebook to stalk for this event. As Yagyuu scrolled through a 'Keep Calm and Gekokujou' quote, he came to the conclusion of two facts. A), this person was clearly part of a cult, and b), apparently, he did not have as nearly as much manners as Yagyuu had thought he had.
To, Gakuto. Tezuka wrote in perfect script.
Ryoma had forgotten all about giving a gift to Jirou. Until the subject had come up at tennis practice.
"Looks like someone is out of the Christmas Spirit," Eiji remarked as Ryoma stormed away.
"Yeah," Oishi agreed as they watched Ryoma trip and fall.
"I wonder if Shishido-san would like some grip tape?" Taka reached out, his arm just barely brushing the tennis rackets beside him-"BUUUUUUUUURRRRNING!"
Kaidou, blushing furiously, ran from the store, gift for Choutarou in hand.
Momo sat in his room, composing his will. Yukimura would kill him, one way or the other.
Eiji was cheerful. Sanada was not.Therefore, Eiji decided, I WILL MAKE SANADA CHEERFUL!
Moving on with his foolproof plan, Eiji still had to buy some sparkly ribbon….
After seeing Choutarou yesterday in the parenting books section, Oishi decided to give it a go. Akaya was troublesome, troublesome, violent child…
Fuji giggled.
Elsewhere…
Yagyuu shivered and trembled and collapsed violently.
"YAGYUU! GUYS, YAGYUU COLLAPSED!"
"AMBULANCE! AMBULANCE!"
Inui had seen Oishi reading parenting books.
Inui came to the conclusion that the only reason would be that Oishi had a child from a secret affair.
And so Inui acted accordingly to Oishi's needs as he bought his present for him.
A/N: I will-I will-I will-finish BEFORE CHRISTMAS-
