A/N Hey, here is chapter 1 of my new story... I've promised myself i'm not starting more after this.

It will be Roxas/Axel slash. There will also be Kairi/Sora and Rikku/Namine.

Disclaimer- I do not own Kingdom Hearts.

Read on now dear readers, read on.

Roxas' eyes snapped open, then he slowly rolled over tugging on his blanket and groaning as he listened to his alarm. He rolled over further and was greeted by rays of painful sunlight, even though when he looked out his window there were plenty of puffy clouds to keep the sun away from his window. Roxas glared at the sky, trying to blame it for his problems.

He missed Twilight Town and it's gently light. All of his friends were there, Pence Olette and Hayner. He even missed the town bully, Seifer. He had only moved to Hollow Bastion a few days ago, and so far he hated it there. He resented his parents for relocating him so far away. He knew he shouldn't be bitter, it wasn't really his parents fault. They were just really easy to blame. Both his parents had gotten way better jobs at some corporation here, and although they made way better money, they were never home. They were always at conferences, or travelling, or doing business in some other town or city. This also wasn't really their fault, they were doing the best they could, but he needed somebody to blame.

He felt his loneliness creeping into his heart. He had always been a bit of a loner, only his closest friends knew him, but everybody needed human companionship.

He turned away from the window, sitting up and hopping off the bed. He figured that if he was going to get to school on time he would have to get his ass up. He walked into his bathroom, stripped and hopped in the shower. He washed quickly before turning off the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist and using another to scrub at his blonde hair. Walking into his room, he turned to his walk in closet. He pulled on a red and white striped polo shirt, and some tan cargo pants. He didn't bother fixing his hair, it was a hopeless battle anyways.

Walking into the kitchen he found a note on the counter from his parents. Turned out they'd be home Wednesday for the night then off again. Frowning he gulped down some orange juice he had pulled from the fridge, not bothering with a cup cause he was the only one who ever ate or drank anything besides coffee in the house. In fact, his parents had only every had two cups of coffee in the house and that's it. He got some bread and dropped it into the toaster, grabbing some butter from the fridge and a knife. He dragged himself onto one of the stools at the kitchen island, as he thought about the day ahead of him.

It was his first day at his new school, thankfully, it was also the first day of the new school year. If he was really lucky there would be another new kid to hang out with. His nerves began to creep up on him at the thought of making friends. Then his toast popped up, and he dragged himself from his thoughts momentarily to retrieve it. As he sat back down his thoughts returned, and thousands of "what if''s" assaulted him, making his stomach queasy and his toast less appetizing. He berated himself for being so nervous, he told himself he'd be fine. He reasoned all he really needed in his life were sleep and his skateboard.

He dearly loved skateboarding, it was his love, his life. He loved tricks most of all, and was going to be working on a new one after school. He planned on trying to land a grid while doing a handstand, then switch back over to his feet. It was probably gonna be fairly hard and dangerous, but Roxas wasn't worried. He was a talented boarder.

When Roxas was two he had received a toy skateboard. He practised and practised till he could ride it well, and had been boarding ever since. In Twilight Town they used to hold a huge skateboard competition ever year. Roxas, at 14 had won three years running, shocking the older, more experienced riders. He didn't know why he was exceptional at boarding, he just knew that in a couple years he could accept sponsors and make skateboarding his life.

He still needed an education though, and planned on going to college. He would probably study in physiology. Then maybe become an athletic doctor, like one that travels with teams or competitions. For now though, he needed to pass high school. Chewing some of his toast, he reached into his bag on the counter and pulled out his schedule. Turned out he had art first, then music. He loved all the arts, and if he had had the option of three elective, he would have taken drama. Looking at his afternoon classes he had English and Gym. He probably had the best first semester he could imagine, and was looking forward to heading to class at that point. He finished his toast and glanced at the clock realizes it was time to go. He slid off the stool, grabbed his bag, slid into his airwalk skate shoes, and headed out the door.

He had to take a bus to school now. He used to walk, although most times he would board to school and back, stopping off at the skatepark every night. The thought of taking a bus and being obligated to catch it bothered him. He idly wondered if he'd even be able to get a seat. There wouldn't be much he could do about it if he had to ask to sit with someone, so he just waited anxiously at the end of his driveway, shifting from foot to foot. He watched the noisy, rickety, yellow monstrosity that was called a bus pull up, and stopped in front of him. The door opened, and Roxas carefully stepped on, and walked down the isle. Thankfully there were still a lot of open seats, and he chose one near the front. He slid onto the grey plastic, took his backpack off and began to gaze out the window.

After some time, and plenty of bus stops later, the bus began to fill up to the brim. People chatted everywhere, excited to see their friends again. The bus stopped again, and Roxas was compelled to look up. There was a slim, blonde girl standing next to his seat. She asked quietly, "May I sit here please?" Roxas nodded and slid over in his seat, putting his backpack on his lap. The girl sat down, and continued to talk, "Are you new here? I've never seen you around before."

"Yeah I just moved." Roxas was rather touchy on the subject still, and felt sorry for his clipped harsh tone. It really wasn't this girls fault that he had moved. He tried to sound a bit better, "Umm.. my name's Roxas."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Namine. What grade are you in?" She didn't seem bothered by his harshness or awkwardness.

"Grade 9." Roxas felt even worse about saying that. She was obviously older, and probably wouldn't want to talk to the new little kid.

"Your only a grade below me. You look older." It was a simple and true observation. Roxas probably could have passed for a very short 18 year old. He had a muscular build that had passed through puberty and straight into adulthood, skipping it's awkward teenage stages. He had never had so much as a pimple, on the downside though, he still wasn't showing any of the facial hair he should have due to his bodies advanced state.

"Yeah, I know. It's weird huh?" He tried to play off his own differences as odd.

"Not at all. Just you." She didn't seem to have any care in her voice, just a factual clinical attitude. He didn't mind it, it was better than hatred or even friendship. She spoke again, "If you'd like, you could sit with me at lunch. I think you'd like my friends. Most of them are your age."

He considered the offer, and dubbed it far better than eating alone. "Yeah sure. Were can I meet you?"

"What class do you have second period?"

Roxas briefly thought about it before remembering. "I have music."

"Great, I'll just meet you outside of the music class." She smiled at him gently. It seemed Roxas had his first friend. They conversed quietly about how and why Roxas had moved till they reached school.

Roxas hopped off the bus after Namine, and looked up at the school. A sign out front proclaimed it to be Hollow Bastion Secondary School. It had 3 sets of double glass and metal doors at the front, along with a set of green metal to the right of those. To the left of the glass doors was what appeared to be the gym, and to the right of the green doors was a long wing of classes including a full second floor. They walked in the doors with all the other students, and Roxas observed more of his new environment. There were stairs to his immediate right, and glass cases with awards to his left, along with a set of open wood doors leading to a large gym. Namine pulled him down the hall that led down the wing at the front of the building. He was a couple classrooms to his left, and what appeared to be the main offices to his right. He tried to wrap his head around the place so that he wouldn't need to be guided around like a sheep.

Finally they were at the end of the hall with stairs in front of them leading up, and shorter stairs to their left leading down, he was pulled down the latter. Namine quickly explained about this area being the tech hall. It was crawling with students, and that made it hard to so much as see Namine in the crowd. The mass of students thinned when they reached he end of the hallway. Another pair of metal doors greeted him there, but Namine showed him to the room on the right at the end of the hall. Looking in, it appeared to be the music room. He glanced toward Namine in thanks for showing him here, but asked, "This is my second class, I need to find my first."

"Oh. Right. Um.. well what is it then?" She seemed a bit put out by his extreme bluntness.

He tried to make her feel better, "It's art, could you show me there please?"

Apparently she appreciated the effort, because she smiled and chuckled. "Of course, it's the one right across the hall. Looks like you won't have a tough time getting around." She pointed to another door just a little ways down from the music room.

"Thanks a ton. I guess I'll see you later?" He posed it as a question, hoping she wouldn't forget about her promise at lunch.

"Of course silly, see you here after second period." It appeared his nerves were unjustified. Namine didn't seem like the type of girl to go back on her word.

As she skipped off happily to whatever class, Roxas entered his art classroom. It was a rather large room, with a ton of desks in groups of 4. The teachers desk was right in front of the chalkboard to the right of the room. There also appeared to be two big store rooms, one next to the door, and one at the other end of the room. Paintings and posters completely covered the walls of the room. There were a few scattered students sitting down in groups so far, but Roxas chose a group of desks that were empty and sat down at one that was facing the teacher. He took out the art supplies he had in his bag, and laid his down, patiently waiting for class to start.

Just as the warning tone sounded to tell students they had 5 minutes left to get to class, the chair across from Roxas' scrapped along the floor as it was pulled out. Roxas lifted his head to look at the student who had just settled himself at the desk. Roxas was startled to find his own bright blue eyes gazing back at him. In fact, except for the slightly more tamed mop of brown hair, and a slightly less built frame, the boy looked almost identical to Roxas.

"Hiya, I'm Sora." The boy seemed happy enough to be meeting Roxas, because he had passed up on other empty or half full tables to sit with him.

Roxas hoped he might get lucky and have a second friend within the first period. One from his own grade even. "Um.. hey, I'm Roxas."

"Cool. So, are you nervous for the first day of high school? I know I am, it's scary stuff."

"Yeah, it is pretty spooky. At least I already met a nice 10th grader who's gonna show me to lunch."

Sora looked shocked, "Wow, your sooo lucky. I had to get a teacher to show me where this class was."

Roxas laughed, "Yeah, I guess. What class do you have after this?"

"I've got Intro to Music. I really want to learn how to play something."

"Hey cool, I have that too!" Roxas was surprised by the similarities between them. "I already know how to play guitar though." In fact, playing guitar was Roxas' second passion, right behind skateboarding. Often in the winter, or when it was too dark or wet to board, he'd play his acoustic or his dad's electric that was never used.

"Awesome. So, do you know where music is?" Sora looked hopeful.

"Yeah, Namine showed me before class. It's right across the hall."

Unfortunately the conversation was cut off then as the final tone rang. The teacher called the class to order. They filled out some boring paperwork stuff, and were assigned their lockers. She gave them the final twenty minutes of class to find their lockers. So he and Sora set out with only a small snippet of advice. Any locker that started with 1 was on first floor, any that started with 2 was on second floor. Roxas had locker 2118, and Sora had 2124, they figured they must have lockers close to each other.

Roxas led them back to the stairs leading down to the tech hall, and took them up the other stairs to the second floor. They picked their way along the second floor front wing, inspecting the occasional locker number. The passed the stairs that were by the front school doors, and saw a couple washrooms, along with a big open space in front of the stairs. The wall above the gym started at locker 2100, and Roxas found his locker a little ways down from that. Sora's was on the same wall, just past the first classroom in another wing heading towards the back of the school, parallel to the tech hall.

Having found their lockers, they quickly stuffed some books in them, and locked them with their standardized steel locks, before heading back to the art room for their books. They fetched them, then waited through the short announcements welcoming them back to school. Another tone rang, and the class headed out, dispersing. Roxas and Sora slid across the hallway and into their music class.

There weren't any desks around, just 3 rows of chairs and music stands arranged in a semi circle around a podium with a chalkboard behind it. Behind the chairs was a storage space for equipments, and a few storage rooms as well as an office. The far wall was covered in shelves filled with instrument cases.

Roxas sat in one of the chairs in the second row close to the door. Sora sat beside him. He looked at all the other students, and recognized a few from art class. Someone waved to Sora, and he waved back. The room filled up relatively quickly, and the tone rang again. The teacher stalked into the room, looking severely at the class. He was tall with a thick beard and long, black hair, and even thicker eyebrows. He didn't say much, just handed out sheets of paper with a list of instruments on them. They were supposed to order the 3 they'd like to play most, and put them down on the bottom of the sheet with their name, and hand it back in.

Before they did that though, he gave them a demonstration of the different instruments. Flutes, oboes, clarinets, sax's of all sorts, trumpets, baritones, tubas, trombones, french horns, basses, guitars, and percussion instruments. Roxas decided to put down guitar first, then trumpet, then alto sax. Sora put down percussion, bass, and trombone. The teacher, Mr. Hallmer, collected their choices, then quickly sifted through them, organizing who would have what instrument, and telling them where to sit. Roxas got guitar like he wanted, and sat next to a couple bassists and a girl who wanted to learn guitar. He sat closest to the percussion though, so he could still chat with Sora, who had also gotten what he wanted. The class was over by the time they were finished, and two boys headed into the hallway to wait for Namine.

They weren't forced to wait long as she came scurrying up to them a little breathless. She huffed a little and greeted the blonde, looking oddly at the brunette. "Hey Roxas."

"Hey Namine, this is Sora, mind if he tags along?" Sora had those hopeful eyes back, Roxas doubted Namine would be able to resist.

"Yeah. No problem. Where are your guy's lockers? You should stop by there before we go to lunch."

Sora was looking relieved and answered with gratitude in his voice. "They're on second floor, by the front stairs." Roxas thought he was a bit too worried about first day, and getting around, but couldn't bring himself to think any bad of the perky guy. He was just likable.

"Well come on guys, let's get going!" Namine shot off towards the stairs.

A/N Heya, there's the end of chapter 1. I need to stop having so many story ideas. This one is taking off like a shot though. I'll update soon as I can. I am at no lack for ideas here. The school and classes and stuff is based off my grade 9 year. Sora seems odd doesn't he? I'm trying to make him a little more "little brother-ish" There will probably be some overall OOCness though. Next chapter, we meet Kairi, Rikku, and drum roll please.... Axel!

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