~~{KH/FF} One Shots~~Taking Requests~~

~An Afternoon in the Fabulous Life of Xemnas~

Author's note: Okay, I just HAD to write this when I thought of it. Hopefully more one-shots soon! I WILL be taking requests, I've decided. Please comment and tell me what you think! I have some ideas for actual story-lines now, so I just need to stop being lazy and start writing. I'm sorry if the song si annoying too, but I think it fits this very well. Please, please enjoy~ Member XV

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     The aura around Xemnas was dark and wicked as he scanned his surroundings. Nothing he saw was remotely close to his wavelength of superiority and superciliousness. He was about to turn away from this area of inferiority when he caught sight of something in the corner of his eye. Something that at least radiated as much balefulness he could muster on a Monday afternoon. His eyes narrowed as he grasped the entity in his gloved hands. A sinister smirk played on his lips and he gave a soft, dark chuckle that soon erupted into a full-blown fit of malevolent laughter. This object would suffice on the mission for his world supremacy. It was nearly perfect. All it needed to acquire this faultless state was…

     "Excuse me sir? Are you alright? Should I call an ambulance?" A voice called. He slowly looked to the source of the unwelcomed voice, still hunched over his discovery, to see a worker at Stella's Clothing Emporium looking at him with what he deemed be genuine concern. Holding up the dark grey plaid scarf he had found, he asked her, "Does this come in black with dark grey to accent it?" She stared at him confusion evident on her face.

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     Satisfied with finding the right color of the scarf, Xemnas strolled to checkout where another worker was waiting. This one, however, looked a great deal snottier than the last one.

      She looked at him with distaste when she noticed his all-black appearance, but decided not to comment on it for the time being. He handed her the scarf and she scanned it with the cash register's item checker for the total. He took his wallet out from his black cardigan's pocket. Handing her the sum of munny, she opened the cash register and placed it inside.

      He was putting his wallet back in his pocket when she finally spoke in a snide voice. "Sir, I don't mean to be rude, but that is way too much black. "

     He looked her dead in the eyes with such seriousness and force that she visibly flinched and had to divert her eyes to the tall rack to the left of her that held rows upon rows of children's neon summer sunglasses. With a twirl of his gloved fingers he spoke with a corrupt commanding and accusing tone, causing her to turn ghostly white in terrible contrast to her dark hair. "Has no one told you yet? Black is the new everything." To this her voice uncertainly responded "Oh yeah? Who decided this? They must not be too important if I didn't know about it." His eyes turned dangerous as he grabbed his bag from beside the cash register without letting her out of his gaze. "The person who decided this would be me, the holder of the highest rank when it comes to all things revolving fashion, you vile girl." "Y-You can't talk to m-me like t-t-that! It's not right!" She stuttered and held a finger up to point at him. He pushed her finger down with his free hand and made a mock face of pity to her. "I must go now. I would bid you a good day, but that monstrosity you call hair would just make a liar out of me, and a liar is something I do not tolerate. That, and also that joke you call shoes. See you. But at the same time, I really hope I don't." With that being said he turned on his heels (not actual heels of course, that is strictly women's shoe-wear: no exceptions for men) and made his way to the exit taking long and proud strides, leaving the shocked cashier girl open-mouthed and frozen at the transaction.

     With a knowing smirk on his face he walked on the sidewalk outside across the street towards Marston the Moogle's Grand Gossip and Newsstand where he purchased that week's rather thick issue of Twilight Town's Weekly Top Fashion Tips. He let out a sigh of ecstasy as he sat down on a nearby bench overlooking the heart of Traverse Town, and flipped open the magazine to read an article on The Ten Best Ways to Wear a Scarf in order to pass the time before his 3:00 shift at the Traverse Town Hair Salon that started in thirty-seven minutes.