It was a week until Christmas, and the GazettE's studio was as Christmas-y as could be.  A giant wreath was hung on the door, a very tall tree adorned with red, gold, and silver ornaments was standing in the corner, and Aoi had insisted they hang stockings on the wall above the sofa.  Kai had brought in plates and plates of homemade cookies, which the others were quickly demolishing, and it was even snowing outside.  

Only one thing was missing – presents.

“Heeeey, Ruki-chan, what'd you buy me for Christmas?” Aoi asked, hanging upside down off the couch and eating a sugar cookie.

“Don't eat while you're upside down,” Reita said absentmindly, as he typed something rapidly on his laptop, but Aoi ignored him, and took another massive bite.

“I didn't buy you anything,” Ruki said, hardly looking up from his magazine.

“What!?”  Aoi nearly choked as he fell off the sofa with a loud thud.  “Why not?”

“I didn't buy anyone anything, yet.”

Aoi groaned, and Uruha said, “Okay, well, I want some Moet & Chandon, please.”

“And I want a new guitar!” Aoi said.

“No one's buying you a brand new guitar for Christmas,” Kai said.  “Sorry.”

“Awwww.....”

“I actually haven't done any shopping either,” Reita said.  

“Me either,” Uruha shrugged, seeming unconcerned about it.

“Has anyone done any shopping?” Aoi asked, beginning to look alarmed at the thought that he might not be getting any presents. “Cuz I haven't.”

They all looked at each other and shook their heads.

“Noooooo, this is terrible!” Aoi yelled.  “It's so close to Christmas and we all have a ton of stuff to buy stilllll!”

“We could do secret Santas,” Kai suggested.  “So each of us would only have to buy one present, but no one would know who theirs was from until Christmas.”

“Oooh, that sounds like fun,” Ruki said.  “I'll do that.”

“Me too!” Aoi cried, and Uruha nodded.

“Yeah, let's do that!”

“Okay, I guess I'm in,” Reita agreed, so Kai grabbed a sheet of paper, tore it into five strips, and began writing their names on them.

“All right guys,” he said, picking up his winter hat and dropping the paper strips into it, “here, each of you pick a piece of paper, but don't tell anyone who you got, okay?”

They all nodded, and each of them in turn drew a folded strip of paper out of the hat.  Reita frowned a little when he saw who he had gotten, Uruha grinned, Aoi cried, “Yes! Exactly who I was hoping for!” and Ruki didn't show that he was either happy or upset.  Kai went last, and smiled a little when he saw who his was.  “This should be fun~”

“All right, I'm going shopping right now!” Aoi cried, snatching up his coat and dashing to the door.  “I know exactly what to get!”

“Wow, that was fast,” Reita said, as the door slammed behind the guitarist.  

“Well, I know what to get for mine,” Ruki said, standing up.  “So I guess I'll be going too.”  He slipped on his leopard print coat, wrapped his pink scarf around his neck and mouth, and followed Aoi out the door.

“I'm pretty sure I know what mine will like,” Uruha said, raising his eyebrows a little.  “He's definitely going to love it, it's just that I have to go find one.”

Kai had been thinking carefully for a few minutes, and now his face lit up.  “Yes, I know exactly what to get!” He ran to the door, then stopped and looked at Reita.  “Do you know what to buy now?”

“It's gonna be kind of difficult,” Reita grimaced, “but I guess I have to find something.”

Kai smiled at him.  “I bet you'll be able to! See you later~!”



Christmas Day arrived, and they all met in the studio in the evening.  Ruki had with him a bag, overflowing with shiny silver tissue paper; Uruha had a relatively small, rectangular package; Reita had a fairly good-sized box, wrapped with what looked like brown paper bags, but with a massive red bow on top; Kai had a rather large parcel, wrapped beautifully; and Aoi came in last, with an incredibly huge, oddly-shaped, very badly wrapped present.  The others tried to poke at it and find out what it was, but Aoi, who was positively beaming, wouldn't let anyone near it.

“Okay, who wants to go first?” Kai asked, after pouring everyone glasses of eggnog.

“Me, me!” Uruha cried, practically jumping up and down.  “Can I open mine first?”

Ruki handed him the bag, and Uruha flung the silver tissue paper out quite quickly before pulling out a stupendously-sized bottle of Moet & Chandon.  “Oh my gosh, Ruki-chan, thank you so much!” he cried, hugging the bottle dramatically to his chest.  “How did you know!?”  

“You specifically said right before we drew names,” Ruki rolled his eyes.

“Here, Reita, here's yours~” Kai said, passing his huge box to the bassist, who opened it excitedly, although carefully, not wanting to spoil the lovely wrapping.

“Oh wow, Kai, that's..... more Kit Kats than I've ever seen in one place before,” Reita said, his eyes huge.  “Wow.”

“Yeah,  I bought a whole case~” Kai grined.  “Do you like it?”

“Hell yes!”  Reita was already opening one of the candy bars.  “Believe me, this will be gone in about a week,” he said, and Ruki looked horrified.

“Oh my god, Reita, you'll gain so much weight if you eat all that so quickly!” he cried, but Reita handed him a present.

“Here, have this.”

“Oh, thank you~” Ruki unwrapped his gift, looking unimpressed with the wrapping, but what was inside was flashy enough to make up for the lack of brightness outside.  It was a pair of dark red, incredibly shiny, snakeskin jeans, and Ruki's mouth fell open when he saw them.  “Wow, Reita, these are fantastic!” he cried, holding them up and gazing in awe.  “Wow....”

“Okay, Kai, here's mine,” Uruha said in a sing-song tone.  “I bet you'll love it~!”

Kai opened his present to find a rather large book, titled, One Million and One Jokes, and he grinned widely.  “Sweet!” he murmured, already flipping through the pages.  “Oh, hey, guys, how much does it cost for a pirate to get earrings? A buck-an-ear! Thanks, Uru, this is great!”  

“So.... wait a second,” Reita said.  “Aoi, you're the only one left... to both give a present and get one.”

“Yep!” Aoi cried happily.  “I got myself in the hat! And look!”  He ripped the paper off his strangely-shaped present, to reveal a shiny new electric guitar.  “I told you I'd get a guitar for Christmas!”