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What do you do on a Saturday afternoon when you can’t find anything at home to do? Why, go to the mall of course! And that’s what three members of the Organization did on their Saturday. They went to Traverse Town Mall, a place of wonder and excitement. The shops in this mall were especially interesting. Besides the usual shops you would find in a regular mall, Traverse Town Mall had stores that sold things like exotic pets (ducks, weird dogs, tigers, etc. you get the idea) to oddly shaped rocket ships (models of course). They even had a fruit stand that sold fruits from around the world.

Stepping out of his forest green Jeep Wrangler, Xigbar clicked the lock button on his car keys. Walking to the front entrance of the mall, he met up with Luxord and Marluxia, the only people who were bored enough to join him.

“What up my homies?” he shouted out waving his hand in the air trying to grab their attention.

“I am not your homie, Xigbar,” Luxord preened. “I am not your friend so don’t try to be mine.”

Xigbar huffed and put his hands in his back pockets.

“I do say, some one has woken up on the wrong side of the bed eh, Marluxia?”

Marluxia shrugged. He could careless about the displacement of his fellow Organization buddies. He was only there to shop and escape his boredom.

“Anyway,” Xigbar stated attempting to break the ice. “I know that we all don’t practically like each other that much, but let’s make today a little interesting.”

Marluxia decided to bite and asked him, “Oh, and what are you suggesting?”

Xigbar gave him a smirk and rubbed his hands together maliciously.

“Let’s play a game.”

Luxord arms folded, snorted rudely.

“I’m sorry is there a problem with that Luxord?”

“‘Let’s play a game?” Luxord mocked him. “Are we five?”

“Excuse me, but this game is much better than any game a five year old could make,” Xigbar said glaring at the blonde.

The blonde sighed.

“As long as it’s not like the time that you made us play Clue in that department store.”

“I remember that!” Marluxia remarked. “You made everyone act like one of the characters from the game and you pretended that you were the one murdered. Then you made us question everyone in the whole store ridiculous questions that had to do with your murder.”

“Did we ever figure out who did it?” Luxord asked him.

“Um, I think it was one of the cashiers.”

“Really? I thought it was the manager.”

“Gentlemen!” Xigbar interrupted them. “It is nothing like that game. Plus the murderer wasn’t the manager it was the hot brunette cashier.”

Marluxia turned to Luxord abruptly and said, “Ha! I told you!”

“Guys!” Xigbar said slapping his forehead. “Forget the game! I promise you that this game is going to be a lot more fun than Department Store of Terror Clue.”

“Let’s hear it,” Luxord replied waiting for an explanation.

“Okay, we are going to see who can get the most phone numbers from girls.”

“Ugh! I knew it was going to be stupid!” Luxord said as he started to walk away.

Before he could go anywhere, Xigbar grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him back.

“Unhand me you idiot!” Luxord yelled swatting Xigbar’s hand.

“Don’t you want to hear about the prizes for being the winner?” he asked with puppy dog eyes.

Luxord reluctantly nodded only because he wanted Xigbar to stop make that stupid face and embarrassing him.

“The winner,” Xigbar explained, “Get’s fifty dollars from the losers, driven around in the losers’ cars for two weeks, and bragging rights of course. The losers, in addition to driving and paying the winner, have to call Xemnas and call him some awkward name.”

Marluxia and Luxord looked at each other considering the possible outcome of this game.

“Are you sure you want to do this Xigbar?” Luxord questioned him after a while. “You’re sort of at a disadvantage.”

“So you will play?” Xigbar asked. “Wait, what? How am I at a disadvantage?”

“Well, Marluxia here has the looks and I have that British voice that attracts all the girls,” he explained. “You have nothing besides being clumsy and a moron.”

Face turning a strange reddish-purple, Xigbar retorted angrily, “I do to have something! I have wits! I can smooth talk any girl I want! Oh and that voice of yours is so fake.”

“It is not!” the blonde spat.

“Whatever, are you guys going to do it or not?” the black-haired boy requested an answer.

“Why not,” the others said shrugging their shoulders. They had nothing else to do.

“We have two hours to get as many numbers as we can. Let’s met back at the food court in front of the fountain,” Xigbar said. “Oh and take a picture of the girl so we know that you didn’t make up the number and that it was in fact a girl.”

“Right.”

“Let’s go get some girls!”
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Marluxia decided that he was going to try is luck on the upper level of the mall. Most of the girl oriented stores were on that level and therefore more of them would be upstairs. And if he was to walk into one of these stores not only would he get the girl's number, but also he would gain admiration points for being brave and entering one of these stores by the girl. That or thought of as creepy and slightly gay, but still.

He pinpointed his first target as this raven haired woman walking into an electronic store. He followed behind her for a while and then made his move.

“Excuse me,” he said politely.

She turned around and stared at him.

“Yes, can I help you?” she asked in a voice that seemed like she was in a hurry.

“I just wanted to let you know that I stopped shopping at Circuit City, because you’re my Best Buy.”

“Uh, I don’t have time for this,” the woman replied walking away.

Marluxia, not wanting to lose, shouted back to her, “Wait I need your number!”

But his cries were not heard and she left the store. Luckily for Marluxia there were plenty more girls in the store. He went up to this short-haired girl looking at televisions and made his move.

“I must be a TV because you turn me on.”

The girl looked at him like he was crazy and stomped on his foot.

“Idiot! Can’t you see that I’m engaged?” she yelled at him showing him her left hand.

“Whoa, where did that come from?!” Marluxia cried.

“How did you not know?”

“Well, I wasn’t really looking at your hand at the time.” (Dude, bad move.)

Thinking that he meant something else, the girl slapped him in the face after she stated, “Pervert!”

Marluxia had failed a second time and he knew that the deadline was coming up so he left the store and entered another. It was a woman’s clothing department store. He scouted for someone to hit on. He saw this one girl with long blonde hair in the back of the store and slithered over to her side. He tapped on her shoulder and remarked, “Excuse me miss, but you must be on fire cause you’re smoking hot.”

The girl turned around and replied rather deeply, “Marluxia?!”

Marluxia took a closer look at this girl and cried out, “Oh Holy Mother of God, Vexen? What the hell man?!”

“What are you doing in here?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing, Vexen. Are those bags in your hands from that Gucci store downstairs?”

“Shut up! So I like to look pretty once and awhile,” he said hiding the bags behind him. “Can we just forget that this ever happened?”

“Um, okay,” Marluxia answered slowly walking away from Vexen.

“See you Monday?”
“I’ll be there,” Marluxia stated as he walked out of the store.

If he was running out of time before, he was really was now. He had only five minutes to get a girl’s number. In attempt to race the clock, Marluxia with his arms spread out wide shouted at this girl in front of him, “You there, MOLEST ME!”

Sadly, this girl also turned out to be a long haired man. He gave Marluxia the once over and replied, “Alright, but you have to pay me.”

Marluxia: 0
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Luxord hated that he agreed to play this stupid game. Now that he accepted Xigbar’s challenge, he refused to lose. All he needed was one number, just one number. He had already collected 23 numbers and he wanted an even 24. Then he spotted her, his perfect target.

A girl sat on a bench next to a trash can with her head in her hands. She wore no wedding ring or looked like she had a boyfriend (not that he wouldn’t have minded). Her auburn curls fell over her shoulders and her ice blue eyes were puffy. She was vulnerable and Luxord liked that.

“Pardon me, are you okay miss?” he asked her in a sweet voice.

“Yeah, no I’m not,” she cried as she began to cry. “My boyfriend just broke up with me!”

“That’s awful!” he remarked handing her a tissue from his pocket. “How could he dump a girl that looks like she fell from the heavens?”

“He said that he wanted to date this girl that he was cheating on me with because she was prettier!” she said in between sobs.

“I think he has it wrong because I feel like the most beautiful girl in the world is sitting right in front of me.”

The girl smiled and wiped her tears away.

“You’re really sweet you know that?” she proclaimed standing up.

“That’s what they tell me,” Luxord smirked. “Oh wait you have something in your eye.”

“What is it?” she asked horrified.

“Never mind, it’s just a sparkle,” he reassured her. “Hey, why don’t you give me your number and we can talk about why your ex is so stupid for dumping you?”
The girl’s smile got even wider. She took out a pen and took his hand. As she wrote down her number in his palm, Luxord asked her, “Do you think I could take your picture with my cell phone? “

“Why?”

“So I can remember the reason why I’m so glad I came to the mall today.”

When she was finished with her number, she waved good-bye to him and walked away. Luxord, happy with the amount of numbers he had collected, made his way to the food court.

Luxord: 24
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Xigbar had only one number in his pocket. He was mentally hitting himself for not having more than he wished, but he knew that he would has some more in a few minutes. He casually walked up next to a red-haired woman. She turned to him, shocked to see him next to her.

“I must have a mirror in my pocket, because I can see you in my pants,” he smoothly proclaimed.

The woman’s face was a bright red and she slapped him across the face. It was about the twentieth time that had happen in the past hour. A heavy-set man walked over and narrowed his eyes at Xigbar.

“Are you hitting on my girlfriend?” he exclaimed placing a possessive arm around the woman.

“Is there a problem with that?” Xigbar asked in a bored tone.

“Yes there is a problem with that!” the man shouted, a vein popping out of his neck.

Xigbar looked at the man’s over-weight stomach and then looked back at the man’s face.

“If I rub your belly, will I get a wish?”

If the man wasn’t anger then, he was now. He took a swipe at Xigbar’s face and missed when he ducked. Xigbar dashed out of the department store and ran down the escalator. He hid behind some plants and waited for the guy to run by him. When the coast was clear, he came out of his hiding spot and looked at his watch. He had only a minute left! There wasn’t much time left, he needed another number. He spotted this girl staring at him like she wanted him to come over to her.

He was desperate so he walked over to her much to her delight. He used the only line he could for the time he had left.

“So,” he started off when he reached her.

“So,” she repeated back to him rather seductively.

“You, me, Cancun,” he stoically said. “All I need is a name that belongs to your pretty face, your number, and a picture of you.”

“Name’s Ami,” she replied in the same tone. “Here’s my number (handing him a piece of paper) and whenever you’re ready to take that photo I’ll be waiting for that ticket to Cancun.”

“Whose says it’s a plane ride?” he replied as he took her picture with his phone.

“I like the way you think,” she smirked. “Call me.”

Xigbar saluted to her as she walked away hips swinging.

Xigbar: 2
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When all three arrived in front of the fountain, they took out the numbers they had collected.

“How many do you have Marluxia?” Xigbar asked sitting on a bench next to the fountain.

Marluxia’s head fell down in despair.

“I’m guessing none, sorry to hear that,” he said and then turned to Luxord. “How about you?”

With a wide grin, Luxord waved a handful of papers in his hand.

“Twenty-four.”

“Damn, that means you win,” Xigbar sighed. “You didn’t even want to play and yet you win, how the hell did that happen?”

“Like I told you, you have nothing to offer these girls.”

Suddenly, a loud noise made the boys turn their attention over to the left. It was the man that Xigbar had aggravated earlier.

“YOU!” the man shouted.
“Buddha? How on earth did you find me?” Xigbar stated standing up and starting to run away.

“I’m going to kill you!” the burly man yelled shaking his fist.

“Xigbar? What’s going on?” Marluxia asked seeing his companion in a state of horror.

“Sorry guys gotta run!” Xigbar yelled from a distance.

Marluxia and Luxord watched as Xigbar ran from the clutches of the burly man after him. Behind Marluxia, he heard a man say, “I’m waiting for my payment buddy.”

Description
What do you do on a Saturday afternoon when you can’t find anything at home to do? Why, go to the mall of course! And that’s what three members of the Organization did on their Saturday. They went to Traverse Town Mall, a place of wonder and excitement. The shops in this mall were especially interesting. Besides the usual shops you would find in a regular mall, Traverse Town Mall had stores that sold things like exotic pets (ducks, weird dogs, tigers, etc. you get the idea) to oddly shaped rocket ships (models of course). They even had a fruit stand that sold fruits from around the world.

Stepping out of his forest green Jeep Wrangler, Xigbar clicked the lock button on his car keys. Walking to the front entrance of the mall, he met up with Luxord and Marluxia, the only people who were bored enough to join him.

“What up my homies?” he shouted out waving his hand in the air trying to grab their attention.

“I am not your homie, Xigbar,” Luxord preened. “I am not your friend so don’t try to be mine.”

Xigbar huffed and put his hands in his back pockets.

“I do say, some one has woken up on the wrong side of the bed eh, Marluxia?”

Marluxia shrugged. He could careless about the displacement of his fellow Organization buddies. He was only there to shop and escape his boredom.

“Anyway,” Xigbar stated attempting to break the ice. “I know that we all don’t practically like each other that much, but let’s make today a little interesting.”

Marluxia decided to bite and asked him, “Oh, and what are you suggesting?”

Xigbar gave him a smirk and rubbed his hands together maliciously.

“Let’s play a game.”

Luxord arms folded, snorted rudely.

“I’m sorry is there a problem with that Luxord?”

“‘Let’s play a game?” Luxord mocked him. “Are we five?”

“Excuse me, but this game is much better than any game a five year old could make,” Xigbar said glaring at the blonde.

The blonde sighed.

“As long as it’s not like the time that you made us play Clue in that department store.”

“I remember that!” Marluxia remarked. “You made everyone act like one of the characters from the game and you pretended that you were the one murdered. Then you made us question everyone in the whole store ridiculous questions that had to do with your murder.”

“Did we ever figure out who did it?” Luxord asked him.

“Um, I think it was one of the cashiers.”

“Really? I thought it was the manager.”

“Gentlemen!” Xigbar interrupted them. “It is nothing like that game. Plus the murderer wasn’t the manager it was the hot brunette cashier.”

Marluxia turned to Luxord abruptly and said, “Ha! I told you!”

“Guys!” Xigbar said slapping his forehead. “Forget the game! I promise you that this game is going to be a lot more fun than Department Store of Terror Clue.”

“Let’s hear it,” Luxord replied waiting for an explanation.

“Okay, we are going to see who can get the most phone numbers from girls.”

“Ugh! I knew it was going to be stupid!” Luxord said as he started to walk away.

Before he could go anywhere, Xigbar grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him back.

“Unhand me you idiot!” Luxord yelled swatting Xigbar’s hand.

“Don’t you want to hear about the prizes for being the winner?” he asked with puppy dog eyes.

Luxord reluctantly nodded only because he wanted Xigbar to stop make that stupid face and embarrassing him.

“The winner,” Xigbar explained, “Get’s fifty dollars from the losers, driven around in the losers’ cars for two weeks, and bragging rights of course. The losers, in addition to driving and paying the winner, have to call Xemnas and call him some awkward name.”

Marluxia and Luxord looked at each other considering the possible outcome of this game.

“Are you sure you want to do this Xigbar?” Luxord questioned him after a while. “You’re sort of at a disadvantage.”

“So you will play?” Xigbar asked. “Wait, what? How am I at a disadvantage?”

“Well, Marluxia here has the looks and I have that British voice that attracts all the girls,” he explained. “You have nothing besides being clumsy and a moron.”

Face turning a strange reddish-purple, Xigbar retorted angrily, “I do to have something! I have wits! I can smooth talk any girl I want! Oh and that voice of yours is so fake.”

“It is not!” the blonde spat.

“Whatever, are you guys going to do it or not?” the black-haired boy requested an answer.

“Why not,” the others said shrugging their shoulders. They had nothing else to do.

“We have two hours to get as many numbers as we can. Let’s met back at the food court in front of the fountain,” Xigbar said. “Oh and take a picture of the girl so we know that you didn’t make up the number and that it was in fact a girl.”

“Right.”

“Let’s go get some girls!”
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Marluxia decided that he was going to try is luck on the upper level of the mall. Most of the girl oriented stores were on that level and therefore more of them would be upstairs. And if he was to walk into one of these stores not only would he get the girl's number, but also he would gain admiration points for being brave and entering one of these stores by the girl. That or thought of as creepy and slightly gay, but still.

He pinpointed his first target as this raven haired woman walking into an electronic store. He followed behind her for a while and then made his move.

“Excuse me,” he said politely.

She turned around and stared at him.

“Yes, can I help you?” she asked in a voice that seemed like she was in a hurry.

“I just wanted to let you know that I stopped shopping at Circuit City, because you’re my Best Buy.”

“Uh, I don’t have time for this,” the woman replied walking away.

Marluxia, not wanting to lose, shouted back to her, “Wait I need your number!”

But his cries were not heard and she left the store. Luckily for Marluxia there were plenty more girls in the store. He went up to this short-haired girl looking at televisions and made his move.

“I must be a TV because you turn me on.”

The girl looked at him like he was crazy and stomped on his foot.

“Idiot! Can’t you see that I’m engaged?” she yelled at him showing him her left hand.

“Whoa, where did that come from?!” Marluxia cried.

“How did you not know?”

“Well, I wasn’t really looking at your hand at the time.” (Dude, bad move.)

Thinking that he meant something else, the girl slapped him in the face after she stated, “Pervert!”

Marluxia had failed a second time and he knew that the deadline was coming up so he left the store and entered another. It was a woman’s clothing department store. He scouted for someone to hit on. He saw this one girl with long blonde hair in the back of the store and slithered over to her side. He tapped on her shoulder and remarked, “Excuse me miss, but you must be on fire cause you’re smoking hot.”

The girl turned around and replied rather deeply, “Marluxia?!”

Marluxia took a closer look at this girl and cried out, “Oh Holy Mother of God, Vexen? What the hell man?!”

“What are you doing in here?”

“I was going to ask you the same thing, Vexen. Are those bags in your hands from that Gucci store downstairs?”

“Shut up! So I like to look pretty once and awhile,” he said hiding the bags behind him. “Can we just forget that this ever happened?”

“Um, okay,” Marluxia answered slowly walking away from Vexen.

“See you Monday?”
“I’ll be there,” Marluxia stated as he walked out of the store.

If he was running out of time before, he was really was now. He had only five minutes to get a girl’s number. In attempt to race the clock, Marluxia with his arms spread out wide shouted at this girl in front of him, “You there, MOLEST ME!”

Sadly, this girl also turned out to be a long haired man. He gave Marluxia the once over and replied, “Alright, but you have to pay me.”

Marluxia: 0
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Luxord hated that he agreed to play this stupid game. Now that he accepted Xigbar’s challenge, he refused to lose. All he needed was one number, just one number. He had already collected 23 numbers and he wanted an even 24. Then he spotted her, his perfect target.

A girl sat on a bench next to a trash can with her head in her hands. She wore no wedding ring or looked like she had a boyfriend (not that he wouldn’t have minded). Her auburn curls fell over her shoulders and her ice blue eyes were puffy. She was vulnerable and Luxord liked that.

“Pardon me, are you okay miss?” he asked her in a sweet voice.

“Yeah, no I’m not,” she cried as she began to cry. “My boyfriend just broke up with me!”

“That’s awful!” he remarked handing her a tissue from his pocket. “How could he dump a girl that looks like she fell from the heavens?”

“He said that he wanted to date this girl that he was cheating on me with because she was prettier!” she said in between sobs.

“I think he has it wrong because I feel like the most beautiful girl in the world is sitting right in front of me.”

The girl smiled and wiped her tears away.

“You’re really sweet you know that?” she proclaimed standing up.

“That’s what they tell me,” Luxord smirked. “Oh wait you have something in your eye.”

“What is it?” she asked horrified.

“Never mind, it’s just a sparkle,” he reassured her. “Hey, why don’t you give me your number and we can talk about why your ex is so stupid for dumping you?”
The girl’s smile got even wider. She took out a pen and took his hand. As she wrote down her number in his palm, Luxord asked her, “Do you think I could take your picture with my cell phone? “

“Why?”

“So I can remember the reason why I’m so glad I came to the mall today.”

When she was finished with her number, she waved good-bye to him and walked away. Luxord, happy with the amount of numbers he had collected, made his way to the food court.

Luxord: 24
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Xigbar had only one number in his pocket. He was mentally hitting himself for not having more than he wished, but he knew that he would has some more in a few minutes. He casually walked up next to a red-haired woman. She turned to him, shocked to see him next to her.

“I must have a mirror in my pocket, because I can see you in my pants,” he smoothly proclaimed.

The woman’s face was a bright red and she slapped him across the face. It was about the twentieth time that had happen in the past hour. A heavy-set man walked over and narrowed his eyes at Xigbar.

“Are you hitting on my girlfriend?” he exclaimed placing a possessive arm around the woman.

“Is there a problem with that?” Xigbar asked in a bored tone.

“Yes there is a problem with that!” the man shouted, a vein popping out of his neck.

Xigbar looked at the man’s over-weight stomach and then looked back at the man’s face.

“If I rub your belly, will I get a wish?”

If the man wasn’t anger then, he was now. He took a swipe at Xigbar’s face and missed when he ducked. Xigbar dashed out of the department store and ran down the escalator. He hid behind some plants and waited for the guy to run by him. When the coast was clear, he came out of his hiding spot and looked at his watch. He had only a minute left! There wasn’t much time left, he needed another number. He spotted this girl staring at him like she wanted him to come over to her.

He was desperate so he walked over to her much to her delight. He used the only line he could for the time he had left.

“So,” he started off when he reached her.

“So,” she repeated back to him rather seductively.

“You, me, Cancun,” he stoically said. “All I need is a name that belongs to your pretty face, your number, and a picture of you.”

“Name’s Ami,” she replied in the same tone. “Here’s my number (handing him a piece of paper) and whenever you’re ready to take that photo I’ll be waiting for that ticket to Cancun.”

“Whose says it’s a plane ride?” he replied as he took her picture with his phone.

“I like the way you think,” she smirked. “Call me.”

Xigbar saluted to her as she walked away hips swinging.

Xigbar: 2
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When all three arrived in front of the fountain, they took out the numbers they had collected.

“How many do you have Marluxia?” Xigbar asked sitting on a bench next to the fountain.

Marluxia’s head fell down in despair.

“I’m guessing none, sorry to hear that,” he said and then turned to Luxord. “How about you?”

With a wide grin, Luxord waved a handful of papers in his hand.

“Twenty-four.”

“Damn, that means you win,” Xigbar sighed. “You didn’t even want to play and yet you win, how the hell did that happen?”

“Like I told you, you have nothing to offer these girls.”

Suddenly, a loud noise made the boys turn their attention over to the left. It was the man that Xigbar had aggravated earlier.

“YOU!” the man shouted.
“Buddha? How on earth did you find me?” Xigbar stated standing up and starting to run away.

“I’m going to kill you!” the burly man yelled shaking his fist.

“Xigbar? What’s going on?” Marluxia asked seeing his companion in a state of horror.

“Sorry guys gotta run!” Xigbar yelled from a distance.

Marluxia and Luxord watched as Xigbar ran from the clutches of the burly man after him. Behind Marluxia, he heard a man say, “I’m waiting for my payment buddy.”