I say now. Kingdom Hearts, Final Fantasy, and Disney do NOT belong to me. so don't bug me about it. so yeah. my chapters are short. they will get longer, im learning a bit here on how to better construct chapters. For now, just R&R please?
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With hands held high into the sky so blue, the ocean opens up to swallow you….
If there was one thing the red head hated most it was moving, oh, for the 90 millionth time? He sighed dropping his bag on the floor and sitting in the chair slouched, the short blonde holding the other short boys hand as they sat one behind the other then the silver haired boy in front of the red-head. The four moved around together and all had part time jobs as well as school.
The red head was godly tall and if you couldn't see the actual build under his clothes you'd think him anorexic. He always smelt of smoke and caramel, or Cinnamon or the odd pumpkin pie. He had long red locks that spilled out in soft spikes, small baby hairs tickling at his temples. He had bright, emerald green eyes like that of pure pigments, a Christmas green almost. On this most eventful day he chose to wear baggy dark blue jeans, whatever skater shoes he'd stolen from the blonde and a pure white wife beater with a zip, black, Fall Out Boy hoodie loosely hanging form his arms and shoulders. His bright green emeralds stared forward at the white board; anyone who gave him funny looks was either ignored or got a fiery mad look back. He clearly did not want to be here.
The Silver haired boy in front of him was tall, but not quite as abnormally tall nor as abnormally skinny. He had more of the muscle of a god rather than the height. Silver hair fell loosely around his temples and in his eyes and down to about his shoulders. He had a shiny sea-foam for the color of his unique orbs and features that when he had no current feeling he looked sad or just set-back a bit. He was not as slouched in his seat but clearly was not happy about being there either. He wore a simple black beater with a vest over it and a type of cargo pants that matched the vest and sneakers, he didn't put as much thought into his hair or outfit as the red head, he didn't care quite as much.
The boy who'd been holding the blondes hand was medium height and skinny, like the red-head, not anorexic but skinny-fit. Lavender-grey hair fell at the base of his skull and bangs came across, hiding one side of his face. He was dressed in simple jeans and a dark hoodie with some lame band symbol printed on it. The eye you could see was steel blue-grey and had no distinct emotion, none of his features did. When he smiled, though, his gaze did not even flicker with happiness, or sadness, or…anything, unless he was talking to one of the other three boys in the group. He watched both the blonde and silver haired boy cautiously to see how each would react; the red head could take care of his own damn self.
The blonde boy hadn't said a word to anyone, the lavender haired boy had answered for him. The blonde was slightly taller than the lavender haired boy and was slightly more built. His features were feminine and beautiful, his eyes were an icy but distinct blue. He had blonde hair that was sunny at the tips and faded to darker at the roots and was gelled up into a Mohawk to the crown of his head where it stopped and the sides were gelled back making it look somewhat like a mullet. Short hairs fell at his temples and a bit on his forehead, one small set hiding a short small scar that if they moved you could see it. He smiled and was very sweet but would not speak, he would barely even talk to the other three boys. He was dressed in dark jeans like the red head but he had on a loose blue tee and skate shoes. He wanted to be there the least but also looked the least negative.
In front of the silver haired boy plopped down a brunette. He had naturally chocolate colored hair that sprung up into NATURAL spikes that defied gravity in every way unless wet. Even then they had their own happiness to keep them afloat. He turned in his chair to greet the silver haired boy. What Riku, the silver haired boy, looked upon was rather un-natural. The boy had cerulean eyes and looked like sunshine, smiles, and really gay rainbows. He wore fingerless gloves and a vest and shirt ensemble similar to Riku's but it had arms and he wore long shorts and sneakers.
"Hi! I'm Sora, what's your name??" the boy questioned happily and Riku flinched slightly.
"I.." the slightly deep voice started before the redhead leaned over his desk his arms going onto Riku's shoulders his head resting on one of his shoulders "don't mind Riku, he's just a bit shy."
The brunette was set back a bit then smiled brightly again. "Okay well… do you guys need somewhere to sit at lunch?"
The red head, Axel, looked to the blonde, Demyx, and the lavender haired boy, Zexion. Zexy was the only one to respond with a simple nod and he looked back to the brunette
"Sure why not kiddo" Axel smirked. Another blonde plopped down next to Sora. He had the same cerulean eyes but he had blonde spikes that had been hair sprayed a bit to stay. You could smell the latest hair products and new car smell on the blonde. He wore all black and white. His shorts were black with white checkers at the bottom and a black undershirt with a jacket that had the same type of pattern as his shorts and sneakers to match. He did not face the other two til Sora forced him to. Sora grinned
"This is my brother Roxas." Roxas looked to them all a faint smile on his face "Hey" he said simply. Sora was good at making friends, Roxas took some time. "Well hey there sunshine" Axel smirked. Roxas' eyes narrowed slightly before he rolled his eyes in a playful attempt and smiled faintly. Quistis, the teacher, stepped in, requesting attention, it took her several times to get Sora to turn around and shut up.
Axel tossed a note down onto Roxas' desk, the folded piece of paper adorned with beautiful red flames Axel'd taken time on….
Quistis had given them an assignment and noticed the note but didn't really care. The blonde examined the note. Axel'd written it so Roxas' name was part of the flames. It was quite intricate. When Roxas was finally done examining the front of the note, he unfolded it and read.