A/N: I guess the inspiration struck. It's been gnawing at my mind, going in and out, and it's about time this goes out. Anyways. I hope you all enjoy this!

Disclaimer: I don't own KH or anything else mentioned buttttt...If I did, there'd be a yaoi keyblade.

Fun Fact: The original characters were Sean, Heath, Leon, and Michelle(Shelly). I then changed this to KH.

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Hi, my name is Sora and I'm a nerd.

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

"Blurrrgh," I groaned as I rolled over under my comforter and slammed my hand against the alarm clock. The sound of flesh hitting plastic rang and I heard a distinct, "Sora!" from across the hallway. That was my auntie, reminding me not to break another alarm clock. But seriously, whoever invented plastic clocks that break easily is an idiot. Seriously.

Throwing the covers off of me and stretching with grumbles about how my auntie could run into a door, I stretched in place and looked out of my window. I was on the second story of this house and was very much pleased with how clear the sky was.

"Get up!" whined my high-pitch voiced auntie, appearing in my doorway in one of those tacky, "Kiss the Cook" aprons that she had bought me a few years ago. Psh, like I can even cook. What a nut job.

If you looked at my auntie, you'd probably say "double you tee eff, mateeee?" My aunt is sort of petite and looks like a teenager still. Which isn't far from the truth, actually. She's the younger sister to my mom, twenty years younger, to be exact. She's twenty three. Yeah, my grandparents had one at 14 and another at 34. Weird, huh?

As I went about, doing my morning things, I felt the impending doom watching my shoulder. I could feel it from when I changed my shirt to when I brushed my teeth. Teetering down the stairs, my eyes widened to see my auntie balancing on the counter, one foot, reaching for the feather duster I had jokingly placed above the cabinets.

"You're cooking breakfast, the hell do you need to dust for?" I asked as I sat down, watching with a piece of toast in my mouth. She turned back at me, tilting dangerously, and shrugged.

"Dirty house," was all she said before she swiped the tool effortlessly and hopped down on the tile. My auntie, as clumsy as she was, could be very nimble when she chose to be.

So at this point, I bet you're wondering where's mommy and daddy? They're being mommy and daddy somewhere else, I dunno. Mom and Dad decided to have another child and move to Africa. Oh yeah, they're in the movie business. Animal business, to be exact. Y'know. Filming elephants, and lemur poo and that pizzazz. My grandmother, old Granny as I call her, thought it was very inappropriate for me to travel with inconsistent education…or something like that, so when my auntie turned nineteen, I moved in. Ever since I was 12, I've lived with my auntie. Oh yeah. I'm sixteen. Whoop de doo!

As I polished off another piece of toast, I shrugged, grabbed my messenger's bag, and packed in my notebooks for school and whatnot. Moving around the counter, I found my iPod(God bless technology!), and plugged an earphone into my right ear. I played something musical. I dunno, I listen to a lot of stuff.

Giving my auntie a hasty 'goodbye'(She had a habit of cursing when she cleaned.), I left the house and started trailing my shoes down the sidewalk. Perk perk, I lived near the school. Perfect for someone as lazy as me.

Oh! You're probably wondering what I look like, huh? Well, I'm short. Kinda. I'm 5'6", does that count? Uh, I have brown spiky hair that I can never do anything about…brown eyes…kinda tan…Seriously, this is so cheesy. Oh yeah, and I have a habit of wearing tee-shirts and regular skinny jeans. No, I'm not "emo"(EW!), but I'm not unfashionable. Somewhat. There's always that "somewhat" with me, I guess. Oh, and I usually have my iPod on me. Oh, and I wear black high top Converse. But I'm not emo.

I'd like to stress that last point.

Trudging down the street, I hummed happily with some poppy Japanese song(I'm a nerd, remember?), bobbing my head with the beat. I didn't know what they were saying, sure, but I liked the rhythm. It was fun and bright. I didn't notice, however, the two blondes plus redhead following me halfway to school.

I wasn't exactly what you call, "omigod know everyone popular!" I was a bit less than that, but I knew everyone just about on a first name basis. A lot of people were my friends. I had no particular "clique", but I did find everyone just becoming a part of my daily roundabout of friends. Not popular. Not lonely. Y'know. Average-y. I suppose I had potential to be a popular kid. But deciding I like video games and anime along with MTV and basketball(Lakers!), gave me common ground with nerds and hottie girls and jocks.

It wasn't a problem though.

These particular girls behind me though were rather…dumb. Well, okay, that was wrong. They weren't dumb, they were just shallow, I suppose. One of the blondes, Celia, was super bitch. I didn't like her one bit, and that's saying something. The red head, her little follower, was Kindi. Poor girl, she was always bullied and put down by Celia, being a little nerdy, but insisted she was hot shit. And the last blonde, Marla Koega, was just another story herself.

I call her Marly though.

She and I have known each other for a span of three years. Three, long, insufferable years of her constant bugging me. She's always asking why I wear stupid shirts that "have to be so smart ass-y" and the like. Seriously, she has it out for me and I don't know why. It's so annoying, I wanted to smack that girl senseless.

Either way, I heard a few snickers, turned, and flipped them off. An offended gasp, a grunt, and a sniff. Seriously, so predictable.

"Sora, you should watch that finger. I might cut it off," said Marly sweetly. I gave a giggle and shrugged.

"Great, so you can make a shrine of it, right?" I shot back, happily stepping through the doors of our school. A few snickers of passing students heard this, some gave me some disgusted looks, and some just looked non-impressed. It was really becoming routine for us.

"Sora…" warned some cue ball teacher that luckily wasn't one of mine. I gave the wide "innocent" eyes and tilted my head.

"But but, Mr. Lakey! We're best friends, you couldn't do that to me!" I said with mock-hurt. Mr. Lakey simply sniffed and turned his head. Aww. He loved me!

As I turned one of the corners in the hallway, I heard my name and a 'hello' and automatically turned my head to say hello. Of course, I had the pleasant luck of running into the backs of something…or someone, and I fell to my bottom. I knew though, as I was falling, I had to apologize to this person. Oh, how embarrassing!

"I'm soooo sorry! Shoot shoot!" I said quickly, scrambling to stand up and not look pained. The person I ran into though…

"Sora."

Now, had it been anyone else, I would've been mildly curious with how someone knew my name that I had never met. But this guy…He was hot. Strange, but hot. I mean, he was tall first of all. If I had to guess, I would've said 6'2" at best. And his face was pretty much flawless. I mean, I had seen some guys with a bit of acne and they were smoking, but this guy had the smoothest, softest skin I would've died for. And his hair! Don't get me started. It was silver. Yeah, I said it, silver. Silver and in soft layers and met at his chin and oh god, he was on fire at this point. But the way he dressed… Well, you normally don't see a guy in a white button up shirt and a black vest at your high school. Black slacks…black shoes…he looked one of those classy piano players but without the jacket. And without the hat.

As I admired this man dreamily, he repeated my name. I jumped and cleared my throat. His green eyes were unnerving as they seemed to stare into my soul.

"Errr…yeah, we haven't met, have we?" I asked, thrusting my hand out in front of me. "Can I help you with something?"

He looked at my hand, grabbed it, and gave me a firm handshake. And I mean, FIRM. The kind dads give you when you take a girl out for prom, to test your strength. I was about to ask who I was taking to prom before this guy let go and turned slightly.

"Riku" was all he gave me before going down the hall way and turning until I couldn't see him. I stood there dumbly as people crowded me, asking who he was and why he was dressed like that and…

Oh yeah, I'm bisexual.

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"So Sora, if you would care to tell us what function you would use here…?"

I looked at my notes nervously, looked at the board, back at my notes, and the person behind me: Riku. He wasn't a student, we had been informed at the beginning of the class, but an observer, here to watch one of his relative's education for personal reasons. Guess who the "relative" was? Not me, that was for sure. He didn't say WHO it was, but everyone knew why he was here: to watch me.

"…Sine?" I answered weakly. I got a 'tsk' from Ms. Shawl, and she turned abruptly around to correct my mistake.

"Cosine," she stated with a sharp edge. I sighed and slumped my shoulders. Math was certainly not my strong point. I was a junior and I was still in Geometry. Geez!

For a moment, I thought I heard a breathy laugh but when I dared to look over my shoulder a bit, all I saw was that blank expression of Riku. You'd think by now he'd display some sort of emotion such as boredom, or something, but nooo, he just looked so…not alive. Yeah, he could easily take words and make me forget them. We continued the lecture until a crackle came over the intercom.

"Will a Mr. Riku please come to the office?" said a kindly woman's voice. We all turned to stare at Riku, Ms. Shawl giving an indignant squawk, and my mystery man simply looked cool as he left the room without any emotion. I sighed, a little relieved and disappointed, but turned back around to stare at the ranting Ms. Shawl.

Riku didn't come back after lunch and my last period, which was English. English was something I was particularly proud of. I could work at English for god knows how long. Either way, as we all broke out the writing materials for our essay, the voice over the intercom came on again.

"Sora Lorell to the office please."

I sighed, packed up my crap, and ignored the stares of my peers. Seriously. Marly sniggered and whispered something to Kindi in the back of the room and I simply stared at her with a hard look. Everyone followed my look and stared at Marly and Kindi, making them very uncomfortable by the time I left. As I went through the hallways, thinking annoyed thoughts of how this guy was going to ruin my learning experience with his good looks, I entered the office and turned into the principal's office to see Riku, some blonde guy(With the oddest mohawk, might I add.), my auntie, and a few bags of stuff. What the…

"Can I ask why the hell I'm here?" I was much more than annoyed by now. My aunt gave a disapproving stare and patted the seat next to her. I shrugged, threw my bag on the ground, and sat down with an unnecessary "fwump!" All I wanted to do was get through my day and go home but nooo. Hot men apparently decided to ruin my schedule.

"Sora, we need to have a talk."

"Obviously," I shot at my aunt, giving her a very agitated look. Riku and the blonde guy looked at each other before taking a seat next to me, Riku to my right and the blonde guy a seat down.

"Sora." That's all it took for me to shut my mouth and stop being so whiny. I suddenly felt alert and sat up straighter. A laugh came from the blonde guy and I had half a mind to get up and smack him for ruining how cool Riku looked. My auntie simply giggled and patted my head, suddenly looking exciting.

"So Sora, you're probably wondering why you're here. Well considering you're sixteen and almost done with high school, everyone thought it was about time we give you your duties," stated my aunt matter-of-factly. I gave her a confused look before the blonde guy started talking.

"Wowee, I remember starting at 12. Time flies, huh Teef?" Teef? That was my auntie's nickname. Her name's Tifa, by the way.

"When did you start Riku?" asked the blonde guy. Riku had a flicker of annoyance in his green before shrugging.

"I was in training since I was born," he stated softly. It was the longest thing I had heard all day from him. I grunted and slammed my fist onto the arm rests.

"Duties? Starting? Uh, answers now, please auntie?" I demanded. My auntie gave me a sad look and shook her head.

"I'm not your auntie. In fact, I'm not even related to you by blood. Ah, sorry Sora, we figured we could've told you earlier, but we forgot." I hadn't even processed these words before Riku started talking.

"You are a vampire slayer, Sora Lorell."

And that's how my life turned to hell.

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A/N: Wowweee. That was so fun to write. Anyways, Sora, Riku, Tifa, and the mystery mullet/mohawk man? What's next? Anyways, please read and review!