DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. Just the story plot in the story. :)
A/N: Wow. It's been such a long while since I updated my FF. *o* Like woah! Well, hope you enjoy the story! ^w^
How come your name's for a girl?!
Probably he probably is a she!
Stop it! Just stop!
Maybe he really is!
What a wimpy name.
That was the last straw. The boy who was being made up clenched his fist and started to beat one of his fellow classmates to the ground.
The next thing the boy could hear was that of his teacher's voice.
"What do you think you're doing?! Attacking a fellow kid. And at your age!"
The boy's eyes widened.
"But they—" The teacher shot a glare at him.
"I don't want another word. It's detention for you!"
The boy's mind raced as he thought negatively.
Damn. Damn them all. They just don't understand me at all. He thought as he entered the almost-abandoned room.
Detention was the least of his problems. It never was actually. He'd just rather be back home; playing with the free lighter he got from some stranger days ago.
He stopped in his tracks. Home?
No.
If it were a home, then he'd be welcomed back with open arms. If it were a home, he'd see his mother cooking dinner for him while his father would teach him how to fly the toy plane.
The boy cringed at the thought. He never felt to have lived in a home ever since his father abandoned him in his own place.
It's been a while now. Two years to be exact.
Knock. Knock.
The boy peeked into the room and saw no one but other troublemakers on their desks.
The one supervising detention had a very distinctive mustache. He was plump and had a mole near his left eye. If the boy stared any longer, he'd die of disgust or something like that. The boy shook his head as he took a seat.
He avoided the gaze of the teacher and the rest as much as possible. He could've sworn hearing the soft hearsays from behind him. But he knew that the supervisor was keeping a close eye on him.
He started to sink back to his hair and slowly closed his eyes.
Unfortunately, the teacher didn't approve of it and smacked a ruler on his desk. The other students let out a gasp in unison.
"I can't let you doze off." He said in a cold manner to him.
The boy scowled at him and looked away soon after.
The plump man breathed heavily and went back to his seat.
Whatever, fatty.
Hours later, the school bell rang and off the students go, including the ones in detention. Before the boy left the room, he gave the supervisor a smirk, leaving the teacher more irritated.
"I'm back." The boy said as he entered his house. Apparently he was taken care of by the mechanic, Tobias Greene.
"How was school today, Lea?" The man asked nicely and with full of concern.
The boy stopped in his tracks.
"Nothing much." He lied and went up the stairs.
You wouldn't understand either anyway...