A.N. Chappie 2!

The Superior marched into the store. Already, he had two bags with assorted gifts in. Only one remained...
He walked the three steps required to reach the opposite wall, and turned to his left. There, he found his prize.
Xemnas then strolled another 10 steps behind him, to the counter. He rang the bell, gazing at the endless bottles of medicine lining the shelves.
A pharmasist, in a white lab-coat appeared, pulling off a pair of gloves, and on some green tinted glasses.
"C-can I help you?"he stuttered.
Silently, the Superior placed the item on the desk.
The phamasist's expression lightened, and he scanned it.
Xemnas payed, and turned to leave.
"H-have a n-nice d-day?"it was a question, not a statement.
"You too,"he didn't even turn.

Throwing his weapon over his shoulder, Xigbar wandered into the sports shop.
"C-Can I help you?"the cashier looked incredibly freaked.
"Got any golf clubs?"
The cashier ran off, and quickly returned with a bag, filled with golf clubs.
"Can I get them for 50?"the Freeshooter asked.
The chashier quickly nodded, and even wrapped them up.
"Thanks, kiddo,"he strolled out, humming to himself.
The chashier thumped his head on the desk. It was one of those days...

Xaldin flicked the hair from his eyes, as he entered the building. It was damp and dusty, but he knew where to find what he wanted.
"One order for Mr. Xaldin, please?" he asked the sole worker in the shop.
Slowly, he nodded, and hobbled off. As he waited for the old man's return, the lancer noted the other curiosities in the store - stuffed pidgeons, a mouldey lettace, ect., and severly hoped he hadn't make a mistake.

Vexen rubbed his head - what to buy... He stood in the center of the town square, glancing from shop to shop; Sweet shops, game shops, food shops, toy shops, book shops...
He flicks his head back and forth again. Nobody said he couldn't buy two presents. Not that he was feeling nice, of course. Having no feelings and all.
Heading for one store, he noticed something in the window of the charity shop.
Vexen grinned to himself, and switched direction. Vexen one, stupid game nil.

Lexeaus rested his hand on Zexion's shoulder, and turned him around.
Zexion nodded slightly, still rubbing his lip with a pencil, "What to buy...?"
The Hero shrugged, and turned to pay.
Zexion's lips pulled up in a deadly grin. He turned to Lexeaus.
A bag in hand, he turned to the Schemer, eyebrow raised.
"To the lab."Zexion griniced as he repeated Vexen's line.

Lexeaus stood dutifully to one side, as he watched Zexion work. Dressed once more in a lab-coat and safety goggles, Lexeaus wondered just what the child would have become, circumstances changed.
"Pass the ammonium hydroxide,"the boy commanded.
Silently, the chemical was passed.
Carefully, the Schemer measured out some liquid, and poured it into a conical flask. He then added an amount of nitric acid. Swishing it carefully, he poured it into a dish, and placed the dish by the window. He scribled a quick note for Vexen not, under any circumstances, to touch it, and pulled off the glasses.

Saix rolled his eyes at the stupidity of the mission, and went straight to his room. He reached over to the bookself, and drew from it an unused log book. Deciding it probably cost more than 35 when he first bought it, he wrapped it in yellow paper, and stuck a tag on it. Job done.

Axel leapt into HMV, smirking. He headed straight for the DVDs, grabbing a DS game on his way past. Within moments, he had located his prize.
"This'll do,"he threw it at the till, paid, and teleported out.
Axel settled himself above Twighlight town, ice creams in hand. 20 minutes later, he stood up.
"Wonder where Roxas got to..." he mused.

Demyx was at a loss. He wandered from store to store to store, but still couldn't find anything... Then he spotted a small store, seeming to sell sugar products. He grinned, and ran over.
"Do you have fudge?"he asked.
The woman looked at him, "Yes... You are looking for a Christmas present."she stated, before laughing, "Everyone is. And I guess you're stuck."
He nodded hurridly, as she dished him out a bag, "Yeah. We're doing a Secret Santa, but the guy I've got... He's a tricksey one. And we have to spend about 45 munny."
The woman laughed again, taking payment for the sweets, "Well, if you have a photo he likes..."the woman nodded at the pharmacy, "There's a guy who works there. He's a little shy, but he can take a photo, turn it 3D, and pop it in a snowglobe. 45 Munny, exactly."
The Nocturne's face lit up, "Perfect!" He threw the woman a tip, and ran off in the direction of the pharmacy.
"'Scue!" he shouted at Xemnas, as he ran through the door. Being the Superior, however, the man did not move, and instead stood exactly where he was. Resulting in being knocked out of the way.
"DEMYX!"

Luxord's hands flittered over the shelves, quickly analyzing each gift in turn.
"What to buy a Nobody who wants nought?"he smiled to himself, and stuck a playing card beside each item.
Then, he took another pack, and drew a card. Matching it up with its item, he noticed a perfect price tag on it.
"Luck does not deny me," he mused, collecting his cards, and the selected gift.

Marlexia strolled up to the counter, smiling gently.
"The normal?" a young woman, who looked suprisingly like Larxene, smiled.
"Please, darling," he replied, "And triple it."
The woman giggled, and passed him three bags of neatly wrapped. He passed one back to the woman, "Merry Christmas."
She giggled again, accepting the gift, and watched as he reached for his purse.
"That's 150 munny, please!"
He passed it to her, and kissed her hand. Little did he notice Roxas enter the shop, and stare at him.

Larxene twisted her blonde bunches around her finger. Definatly by design the floor turned static, causing the entire que to fall over. Larxene strolled over the screaming bodies to the till, "I want to pay for these."
The woman looked horrified as she hurridly scanned the item.
"35 munny, please,"she stuttered.
The nymph passed the monney, and summoned a dark portal, and taking her item called, "Later, losers!"

Roxas walked into Superdrug, and watched as Malexia kissed the hand of a Larxene-like girl.
"Oh great..."he murmered, running out of the assassin's way.
A young woman, with multiple piercings and a bright orange tatoo walked up to him, "Hi!"
"Err... Hi?" she jumped backwards, startled.
"Can I help you?"
"I'm looking for a Christmas present, whatever that is..."
The woman looked at him, and took a deep breath, "Tell me about this person you're buying for, and how much you want to spend."
"Her name's Larxene and she's totally insane. She keeps trying to kill everyone, except her boyfriend, who everyone swears is gay. She loves being nasty, and she stole my ice-cream. She's 20ish, and Demyx told me I had to spend 35, but no more than 50."
"Ah. A friend of yours?"
"No. She's..."Roxas thought for a moment, "We both work in the same place."
"You work?"
"Yeah... Doesn't everyone?"
The woman shrugged, and went back. Roxas, confused, returned to the shelves. The woman returned, some bottles in arm.
"There you go. Have a nice day!"The woman disappeared - not through a portal, but in a puff of smoke.
Roxas stared at the empty hole.
"Hey, Rox!"
The Key turned to see Axel behind him.
"You gotta pay, got it memorized?"the ginger stood with one hand on his left hip.
Roxas looked at him. Axel sighed, and grabbed his hand, dragging him over to the till. And that giggling Larxene-girl.