Author's note: I must've had all my drinks punched without knowing when I thought doing three, large stories at the same time was a good idea…but since the chapter was almost done… I decided to go along with it. So yeah, this is my third story, and all of them are in progress. My "baby" as you can call it, "An Unending Struggle" is weekly, this and the other one are by-weekly with possible exceptions if I'm really pumped up. (Hint hint, blue button-presses pump me up.) Anyway, here's the introduction, and before you ask, remember, this is NOT a straightforward High school fic, it just has High school in it. See you at the end of the chapter!

Normalcy? Extremely Overrated

Part 1: A Very Unusual School

Chapter One

My Name is Sora Leonhart

"What do you mean we have no narrator? We always have one! I mean, doesn't that guy have like fifty-eight chapters over two stories under his belt right now?"

"Sorry bro, the author just can't pay for someone to narrate three stories at the same time…"

"What was he even thinking?"

"Are you really going to do this… on the set? Look Sora, just narrate this from your POV for now, maybe he'll get a narrator."

"Yeah, 'Squall'? And what if he doesn't?"

"You get a better paycheck?"

"Why didn't you say it? SORA, AWAY!"

"This can go really badly…"

"You said it Rox…"

Is... is this thing on? Oh, it was the entire time? Huuuuuuuh…. Can you please forget about that little discussion? I think we broke the fourth wall enough for today… oh who am I kidding? The fourth wall is extremely overrated. Either way, I guess I should introduce myself, my name is Sora Leonhart, like the title says, strange I know… I'm sixteen years old and I have two brothers, but I'll get to them in a minute. My hair… well, it's a freak of nature. Unruly would be a compliment. You see, it's spiky and I mean barbed wire levels of spikyness, if that's even a word. Well, it doesn't exactly cut you, but I digress, it's light-brown, almost blonde for some reason, it just happened with age, with spikes standing out from the front. My eyes? Well, they run in the family, crystal clear aqua blue orbs, some compare them to the sky's color… yeah, very original guys and gals. I'm 5'7'' feet tall, 1,70 meters for the ones who prefer the metric scale and my weight is that of a normal, fit teenager. I'm not going much into clothing because well, that would be premature, we'll change them soon enough, for now it's just a white shirt, normal blue pants and white shoes for me, Rox and Leon, boring? Oh just wait until we get the real clothing. Either way, for now, I'll be your host for this chapter, now, let us begin our tale of courage, heroism, totally-not-silly romance and overall epicness. I always wanted to say that… I might have only highlighted the good parts, but meh, that's me, always positive.

First, let's start with a recap:

"K.O. Player one wins!" The announcer blared. I scratched the back of my head and admitted defeat, it was humiliating, but sometimes you just had to suck it up. Now, you would ask me: "Sora, where are you?" To which I'll answer, I'm on my dorm at SOLDIER Institute. This dorm is my home for the next year. I got a healthy roster of seven people on the same situation as me and two on a slightly different one. Let me expl-

"YOU PERVERT!" The shout invaded our ears pretty strongly, causing most of the room to either fall to the side comically or stare at the door, only to see a black blur trying to escape a blue one. Those… were the people responsible for us, if you didn't notice, they weren't all that different from us. And it's ME saying that, imagine it. Who are "we"? Well, guess you'll just have to read the story to find out, aren't you? Coincidently with the end of this rant my past self-heard a large crash, one that resembled a very, very painful fall down a stairway, let me tell you, there was a reason for the resemblance.

"Should we go help?" My brother asked, not really interested in helping per se, but more watching. Who could blame him, I wanted to see it too.

"W-we should." The timid little blonde girl agreed. Now that I take a second look, Roxas didn't hide his stare all too well. And that means you could take a cup and put it bellow his chin and collect a healthy amount of slobber. Well, this was an unpleasant sight… Roxas was way too close to that she-devil…

"Let them be, that guy deserves it." I said. I'm just gonna ignore her.

What? I am! Beg all you want, but there's no way I'm going to talk about that…

Sora! Stay on the subject!

Fine… freaking author… See what you made me do? Well, let's hurry this up, there's a convenient plot point in three, two, one…

"Say Sora, you realize just how much changed in a few days?" There it was, the line I can base my story on.

"Yeah, ever since Mom… you know… Never thought we'd manage so well."

My mother, our mother, was never that healthy, she had been a "fragile flower" ever since she was born, or at least that's what she told us. We didn't have a father really, he died shortly after me and Roxas were born, yes he is my twin, we never got to know him. We were four in the family, yes, quite the crowd, me, my twin Roxas, the eldest Squall, or Leon as he went by these days and our mother Raine Leonhart. It all went all fine and dandy until we turned thirteen. Then our mother… caught Geostigma. You know cancer? That's a cold compared to it. It's slow acting, but there is absolutely no cure for it or way to slow it and yes… it ends how you think it ends. No one knows where it came from as the first case appeared fourteen years ago, but they only managed to being researching it four years later because of "political issues", that meant it had only been barely over six years since the first case of research to when our mother got diagnosed. She had no chance. Those were the worst four years of our lives. At first she still worked, trying to safe up some money for us, the government didn't give us enough money to sustain a four person family. Don't blame them though, last ten years have been tough here at Twilight Town, why? It's not really relevant for now, I'll tell you later.

I don't like to describe this, but they say the best way to put your past behind is to share it so… here it goes. The first year was full of tension, but our mom managed to keep a straight face, not showing any of the symptoms… in front of us. Black body marks appeared on her lower body and torso, starting to spread to her arms. We found it strange for her to wear always the most covering clothing she could find, but we never questioned her, the disease was taboo. At the second year things started to get out of hand. Her left hand showed her markings, which forced her to wear gloves… it was summer. It didn't take long for us to question her about it. She broke down in tears and told us everything, even the fact that she was losing her sight from one of her eyes. It was only then that out very young minds got a real taste of what was to come, the world would slap you in the face if it needed to. It all started to go downhill that after that summer. Our mother slowly but surely began to lose motor capabilities. It began with not being able to move a finger for a few minutes, but over the course of the year it completely cripples her. She was a journalist, they tried everything to keep her at the firm but it was just impossible. She began to have difficulties walking, so they even promoted her to pivot. But, after only three months, the black marks extended to her face, which led them to have to send her to a secretary job. By the time the next summer rolled around she was bedridden… for good. The firm's boss tried his best, but that was the breaking point, he gave her compensation and let her go. It was a rather hefty sum though, one that let us continue going to school as she stayed at home being cared by two of our families' greatest friends.

Ah yes, Donald and Goofy… those guys. Tsk, I can't even thank them enough… They were friends of my father, along with a whole lot of other people like you and I will learn as we go forward. They literally moved to Twilight Town the moment our mother got sick. They would pick up our slack every time and began teaching on Twilight High. Never got them as teachers, shame really. They apparently worked as teachers in a private school in Radiant Garden, but they never really talked much about it, just how different it was. Did I mention Goofy is a dog and Donald is a duck? Yes they are. They were born in Disney Castle, a place that, by what they described, was wacky in every sense possible. Some cars TALKED. You know, even if we found ways to leave our worlds one hundred years ago, we still couldn't grasp the crazy amount of diversity there was. Sometimes it was downright insane.

But, positive note aside… it didn't take long for… you know. One night our mother just called us over to her bed. She was a disgrace, the black marking even reaching into her eyes, they even told us her blood was becoming black. She told us how much she loved us and how sorry she was that she had to leave us to fend for ourselves so soon and then we did the same. We couldn't even hug her though, as any contact with the black liquid was contagious and went back to sleep, fully aware she wasn't going to last a lot longer. We never realized just how much did that mean though.

"Well, exams are in a week, watchu gonna do Sora? Slack off?" One of our childhood friends, Hayner asked. This guy didn't even compare to me hair wise, but his over the top, gel-filled spiky blonde hair was a close match. He always wore his trusty baggy camouflage pants, a short sleeveless white jacket that covered a black shirt which had these "rad" as he called them crossbones. By his side was his longtime girlfriend, Olette. Completely the opposite of him Olette was a really uptight brown haired girl with emerald eyes. Said hair fell into two strands over her shoulders, she wore an orange, floral patterned shirt with beige shorts. They both wore the same cross charm now, ever since they began dating. Finally… Pence. He was a little "large" if you know what I mean, but he was a swell guy if I ever saw one. He was the shortest of the boys, he wore a headband to keep his black hair from blocking his sight, but that pretty much led to it sticking out in a hilarious manner. He wore a long sleeved white shirt that covered a red jersey that even went past his waist. He hopped to one day fit in it… it never came. Rox was exactly like me, clothing and everything, his hair just made him look like a Cloud Junior… what, too soon? Oh it's not like you don't get the reference! Well, that's enough with descriptions, let's get this over fast…

First I have to say, this was June, and for many, this was the final push to heaven, or close to that, you know, summer. Well for us, it was the last stair into Hell's Gate.

"Like I COULD, I mean, I can't flunk at anything right now, I have to get to college as fast as I can!" My friends already knew about our situation and, while they supportive, they KNEW it was best to let it go and not turn us into a charity case.

"Want some help at Chemistry? Rox will be alright, but you… kinda need it." That was Olette, always thinking of others. She was the class ace, just like Roxas was in his, yes my bro was just an Ace, don't think I envy him though, you should see me at Blitzball!

"That'd help, thanks Olette. Rox being in design really screwed me over… Biology's fine, but Chemistry? God no." I told her, flashing my trademark grin. Rox was working on becoming an architect, that lead to completely different choices when it came to deciding classes. What did I want to be? Heck would I know, I'm just going along my tastes, chem's cool, but freakishly hard.

"Me and Pence will just go about our little competition here, I won't lose!" Roxas added. He and pence WERE going for the same job and they tied at A+ most of the time. Rox just destroyed him at P.E. making his average A+ superior to Pence's "horrible" A average. Olette was the brains of our class with, yes A+ average, she even left Roxas in the dirt sometimes when we shared some classes. Me and Hayner were kinda swept in by them. I maintained a B+ average ever since Olette tutored me and Hayner managed to climb up to B-, a major improvement from a D student. Me, Rox and Squall worked hard on our own ways to make sure we could let our mom rest in peace. Squall attended Balamb Garden, home of the SeeDs, a group of the army that worked mostly as mercenaries. He scored great on every test they threw at him, even mastering the Gunblade by seventeen, while the average for mastering was five years, he did it in two. All our efforts though, were almost destroyed that day.

"Well, we're here. See ya tomorrow Olette!" I told the girl, opening the door to my house. Me and Roxas entered and snickered as we made tour way into the living room, expecting to get a snack. Squall was there. Squall was supposed to be in class. That was enough. Roxas ran rampant upstairs, probably into my mother's bedroom. Me? I threw my bad on the ground, found the nearest wall, leaned on it and let myself slide into the ground. "I didn't even say goodbye…" Were the only words that my lips muttered for the rest of the day. I got around seeing her later… it was horrible. I couldn't bear to look at her for more than a second. Her body was already decomposing, just like any other person with the symptoms. Once you died, you would be a skeleton in days.

I… can't do this anymore. Look, I'll probably have to have a flashback latter, but, please, don't make me describe this right now… You won't? Thanks. Well, you can probably guess how the funeral was. Everyone treated us like a charity case, except the ones that really knew us of course. I didn't cry, not even one tear. None of us did. She told us not to. I can't lie, I was this close to breaking in front of everyone, but what would that accomplish? Instead, we went back home, got our heads into the books and began studying. We missed the first exam, but we would be damned if we didn't go to the second phase. We Aced it. Every one of us. And by Ace, I mean we didn't miss one single syllable. We didn't do anything else for a month so it was expected. You may say that we used that as way to escape the pain, but I say screw you and your logic! Still, what was to be the day that changed our lives and, quite frankly, the only reason we ARE in this story came two days after. Let's enter the mind of my younger self, flaaaaaashback time!

"For the first time in history, an F-Zero pilot has won both his Grand Prix and the world chocobo Grand-Prix! Defeating even five times World Champion, Dorgan Klauser, Captain Falcon is now the king of races!" I was watching chocobo races, god I love those. I hated to see Dorgan lose his last race, but it WAS Captain Falcon, and word said his son would join the Prix soon, so it was a bittersweet ending. He himself gave the Captain the cup, what a great sportsman… I switched the channel out of boredom as I sighed. What was I going to do now? Just spend my days watching TV? Well, it was nighttime, so I guess it couldn't be helped. Still, while I was zapping, a hand grabbed the remote. It was my big brother, Squall, pardon, Leon. I couldn't read his expression, as always…

"It has been ten years since the tragedy at Traverse Town in the world of Nabudis, now called the Necrohol of Nabudis. The economy has never been the same for our entire universe as we entered the first economic crisis since we discovered each other and the one responsible is to everyone's opinion. Now we join with the President of Radiant Garden Laguna Loire, one of the biggest contributors to the war ten years ago, President Laguna, how are you?" The reporter asked of the black haired man in the clear blue shirt. He was dressed awkwardly casually for a President if you asked me. However… he seemed nice, he inspired trust, it was basically the only politician I saw that didn't come out as a complete and utter douche. But maybe that's just me.

"Just peachy, love!" He replied, winking at both her and the camera, was he really a president? Still, there was something off about that smile, I couldn't put my finger where…

"And president of Hollow Bastion, Vayne Solidor. How are you sir?" Okay, okay, okay, this was the one that EMBODIED what I hated on them. He was smug, he dressed in completely over the top medieval, royal suits. He looked at people like they were garbage and lied to their, or as they put it, he had a silver tongue. How was he President? He had no opposition… right… Even the reporter was scared stiff of him and his bodyguards, which were on the set by the way.

"Very well, now let us try and decide once and for all who was the monster behind those attacks… was it the ones which are now locked away in solitary, or do we have the villain roaming free, maybe even in this studio?" That was… surprisingly straightforward for Vayne.

"Kid, you're just pissed we locked up your dad." Laguna answered with a playful laugh. Well, I can be dense, but even I know, that laugh was to stop him from getting up and punching that guy in the face.

"They're still at it, huh?" Leon finally commented, turning the TV off. "Still, it's strange to see Vayne go for such a straightforward approach."

"Yeah..." I answered, not really knowing what to say. The conversation would have ended there in an awkward silence, like any with Leon would end especially now, if the bell didn't ring.

"I'll get it…"Roxas, who I didn't even notice to be here mumbled, slowly making his way to the door. As he opened, one of the few things that still made him smile appeared on the other side. Yes, him. Why? Because if I didn't look at the bright side, smile, crack a joke or two, well, I don't even want to think what would happen to us.

"Hello, ayuck!" Goofy greeted, always the… well the goofy one, redundant I know. He bear hugged Roxas.

"You're a mess Roxas!" Donald grumbled, hitting him in the head several times.

"Maybe I am…" He said with a weak smile.

"Don't you go emo on me kid!" He pulled out a staff out of god knows where and started waking my depressed brother with it like there was no tomorrow. If my brother hadn't entered a depression, I would so be laughing my ass off right now. "Get yourself together! We have important news!" He exclaimed, then spouting his normal gibberish after that. He did that a lot when he was angry or excited. Maybe it came with being a duck? I mean, Goofy said "ayuck" all the time, so it must be.

"What now?" Leon asked crudely. No he wasn't being impolite on purpose, Leon's just… direct.

"Well, we got bad ones and great ones, whi-"

"Bad." Leon interrupted. Well, it would be mine and pretty much everyone's answer so I'm cool with it.

"Well… Leon, being a student at Balamb doesn't make you qualified to take care of three people, plus, you're only Seventeen. Sorry, but until they are both eighteen, they need to go to a foster home." Goofy told us. I saw Roxas seethe inside and I would be too, but I plugged it all in and quickly made a question before he blew up.

"What about the good ones? Before Roxas does something he might regret." I asked swiftly. One thing I noticed, was that they were way too cheerful to deliever one grim news, I hoped I was right.

"The good ones is... there's a way around it! Ayuck!" Knew it. We all sighed in relief, smiling that we didn't need to be separated in a time of need.~

"You see, our former school offered dorms, food and anything you need to live for free…. If you got in." Donald told us, a lot calmer and not going all asgfsgsfags as he sometimes goes. That got me interested, they never DID tell us where they taught before… Still, what did he meant by, "if you got in?" "You might be asking yourselves what do I mean by "getting in", well, first, your grades or your sports record must be spotless to enroll. Second, when you do enroll, you still have to enter a test and pass it, if you don't… you're out."

"The only school like that is…" Leon mumbled, a flash striking his mind. "You taught at Radiant Garden's SOLDIER Institute?" He exclaimed dumbfounded. I really didn't know what that was, neither did Roxas to that extent, maybe Leon heard of it at Balamb.

"Yuppers! Ayuck! Mighty special school! And it has both High School and College!" Goofy replied excitedly. I never got around to understanding just HOW he became a teacher, but I digress. "You see, me and Donald here know one of the director's best friends AND he's part of the school concealing. We sent him a letter of recommendation and there's a 99% chance you get in. Your mother knew the director well." Well, that's new… maybe I'll ask the director about my father. That aside, we were overjoyed at hearing that, well, I was at least. Roxas was yelling at me to stop fumbling with his hair and Leon was… Leon.

"There's just one problem…" Donald told us.

"What?" We asked him as I went back into the kitchen for a "victory coke".

"Pack your bags, the test is tomorrow. You'll sleep on the flight there, we're going on our gummy ship." He told us, I shouldn't have gone back to the table… Roxas' face was now wet and brown.

"What about our friends?" I protested, not wanting to just up and leave without telling them.

"We're here Sora, they picked us up." I heard Olette say from the outside.

"Let's go bozos, we'll help you pack." Hayner told us, hitting Roxas' shoulder playfully.

"Hayner…" Roxas mumbled, tears swelling up. Those guys were tight, I mean, REALLY tight, almost like me and him.

"Oh, don't give your depressed crap! It's either this or you're adopted and go god knows where, now get your crap together and let's pack!" Roxas understood what Hayner meant mostly because… it was an easy conclusion. So we did. We reminisced about past experiences, had good laughs, short-version packing the bags was our last blast. We wanted to come back, but for that we would have to be eighteen, point being, it would be two years for that. It just went by too fast that's all.

"Well, this is it huh…?" I asked as we loaded our bags into the gunship.

"Looks like it… gonna miss you guys." Pence confessed, quickly cleaning the tears that came to his eyes.

"Come back and visit for the holidays!" Olette suggested, clearing some of our fears. Yeah, we could come back as soon as Christmas!

"Will do!" I exclaimed, jumping onto the stairs to the ship. "I'll be back!" I said in my best Arnold Schwarzenegger impression. We all laughed, even Roxas who started to climb the stairs.

"Hey Bro!" Hayner shouted, Roxas turning just in time to catch a white jacket. "Take care of yourself out there!" He told him, slipping in a grey vest for himself.

Roxas actually let out a tear there, but he quickly wiped it and put on Hayner's former white jacket, which most of you only know as Roxas' white jacket, but I digress. What really mattered was that me, Leon and Roxas were now on Donald's Gummy ship.

"Take a seat, we'll be there in eight hours. Because of the time difference… you'll have the test five minutes after we arrive, at 10 A.M. Radiant Garden time, so… rest up!" He ordered, we obeyed and had a seat, but I had to ask…

"What's on the test? I mean, how can we take a test without studying and hope to pass?" I asked, Squall's eyes shot open at the giant miscalculation he had made, Roxas shuddered.

"Study? HAHAHAHAHAAHA!" Both of them said at the same time, looking at eachother and bursting in laughter. "Oh, it's nothing you can study for, you just need to rest… because you'll NEED it." Okay, this was officially way above our heads. We just tried to sleep and hope we would survive the day.

Meanwhile, in a certain luxurious house… oh wait a minute. OH WAIT A MINUTE! I AM NOT GOING TO SERVE AS A NARRATOR FOR HER!

Sora, listen to me…

No, no, no, I did my freaking job, YOU narrate it, I'll be waiting for a raise though.

Well, I guess it's just you and me huh? I'll serve as a narrator for now…

Meanwhile, in a certain luxurious house, our second protagonist was zapping on the channels from her TV. She had shoulder length auburn hair, ocean blue eyes, which people were also very creative in comparing them to the sea, stood at about 5'3'', or about 1.63, weighed… she's a girl, hell would I know… if I tried to prod I'd wind up dead or close, had a paler-than-usual skin tone and wore simple black shirt, pants and shoes, it's not like she wanted to stay presentable inside the house. She stopped at the news.

"Welcome, my name Scarlet and this… is Midgar News! Tonight, War hero Naked Snake has been awarded the Medal of Honor and, most importantly, for the first time in forty years, the Mishima Zaibatsu is not the biggest and richest company in the world, being surpassed by our very own: Rufus Shinra and his eponymous Shinra. This effectively makes Rufus Shinra the wealthiest man in the world. Congratulations to him and his fa-"The girl was going to need a new television. Upon hearing the crashing sound, a blonde girl dressed in all white ran into the living room to find that the massive plasma TV had had an unfortunate encounter with a remote.

"Kairi! What did you do that for?" She asked confused, running up to the girl to check up on her. She found nothing wrong, except for the murderous grimace on her face.

"They talked about that bastard on the TV." She replied in a tone you wouldn't expect from such a fragile looking girl. To be more precise, the way the two girls were identic except for the blonde's hair, which while about the same size passed over her right shoulder and curled there and paler skin, one would expect they at least aced similarly… Nope.

"Sis… you have to let that grudge go." What a surprise, they were sisters. Okay, okay, no more sarcasm.

"Naminé you KNOW how I feel. Unless something really drastic happens, I'm taking it to the grave!" She stated forcefully, slamming her tiny fist against the couch. Maybe with a little too much force mind you, as you could hear a loud crack coming from the couch.

"Temper temper…" A more mature woman lamented as she entered the room. Well, this one, was completely… well…

HOT!

Thank you, fanboys. This woman had very strange hair coloration, one that was surprisingly natural. Her hair was blue. Aqua-blue, and yes, this was a pun since you probably already guessed who this is. The hair was a bit shorter than the younger girls, ending in a spiky note right on her neck, stood a bit taller than the girls, at about 5' 7'', her eyes were as blue as water (Puntastic!) and she wore… quite unusual garments. They consisted on a black and blue high collared top with two pink sashes intersecting diagonally on the middle of it held together by a silver badge. She also wore black shorts to match her top. It didn't end there however, her arms were covered by white, bell-sleeves and tan, fingerless gloves on her hands. She wore black socks of the same fabric as her top and shorts that covered most of her legs, only leaving the upper thighs bare. We need to get those drooling fanboys of here… Anyway, she also had two blue strips of cloth, one on each hip, draping over each leg's side accompanied by a smaller, white cloth that only draped to about half the other's length. The armored silver boots with the interesting hook also showed just what she was, if you knew where to look.

"Big Sis Aqua!" Both girls shouted happily as they flung their bodies onto the two years older woman, which surprisingly could bear both their weights and acceleration.

"So, did we get in?" Kairi asked eagerly.

"Well… I…" The disappointment on Aqua's face was contagious, spreading to her sisters, but it all proved to be a farce. "Had to ask my teacher a favor, but since I'm his best student, your grades are marvelous and he knows you personally, here!" She exclaimed, pulling out from her back two letters with the SOLDIER symbol on them.

"Oh. My. God… WE'RE IN NAM!" Kairi shouted in complete bliss, grabbing her twin and spinning her around like a doll. Maybe a bit too much, a few seconds later both struggled to even stand.

"You're not exactly in… oh who am I kidding, you'll pass the test easily, especially you Kairi." Aqua reassured, poking her nose, sending the dizzy girl to the ground.

"Pass the test? Oh no…" Much for Aqua's distress, Kairi's face turned dark. "I'm going to destroy that pretty boy's record…." She whispered in an almost murderous vibe, but quickly returned to her cheerful state. "Now, how do we get out?" The million gil question for them, why? Read the story, mwhahahahahahah… I'm serious, I'm not going to tell you.

"Don't you remember who's on nightshift today?" Aqua said jokingly.

"Ha ha ha ha. I'm dying of laughter." An albino, red coated man told them from behind, his voice practically dripping sarcasm. They looked at him surprise but he shrugged. "I'm your senior Aqua, just because my part time is being your servant, it's only due to circumstances. Don't worry, today I "was sick and passed out" he winked one of his heterochromatic eyes. I'll be at school in a week when this years quota end, that, if I survive after what you three are doing." He said in more bothered tone as he took his hand to his face. "Just go, the main gate is open and I didn't touch your gummy ship Aqua…"

"Thanks Rags!" The three thanked, all of them pecking his cheeks.

"STOP CALLING ME THAT!" He yelled at the running women, but they had already… jumped out of the window? What? "If there is a God… please help me…" He prayed, knowing what expected him in the morning.

A middle aged mans shuffled through his paperwork one last time in the middle of the night. Wearing a red line white haori with a hood a long light colored hakama that covered a navy blue shirt with a giant white X. Still, what was most unusual was that he actually had armor. Gold and black plated boots and a blue-green section protecting his lower torso, the same symbol as Aqua's on it. His face had a short black beard and mustache, along with scars over his right eye and left cheek while he tied his black hair in a short and high topknot.

"Master Eraqus, Sir!" A squeaky voice called from his opened door. Yes, it was the anthropomorphic mouse known as Mickey, on his black and red suit and giant shoes. He was carrying three files that he waved at the man.

"Will you ever stop calling me "master", Mickey? You're a King now! But why are you here so late?" He asked, before noticing the files. "Mickey… sorry but I already twisted the rules and got in two girls out of date today, I can't…" He said as he looked at the two files that were titled: "Kairi Strife" And "Naminé Strife"

"It's the three Leonhearts!" The mouse exclaimed, jumping on the table and showing him the files. The man took a better look, grabbed the files and began laughing like a young man.

"Took them long enough! This is going to be interesting to watch!" He exclaimed, taking his stamp and stamping the papers.

They were in.

Next chapter:

I hope we arrive in time!

OH GOD, WHY DID WE ARRIVE ON TIME?

WHAT IS THAT SORA?

HELL WOULD I KNOW TIDUS! RUN!

ARE THEY TRYING TO KILL US?

Depends on your perception.

SHUT UP!

Next time on Normalcy? Extremely Overrated: I Hate Tests!

Post-Chapter note:Well, well, well, the calm before the storm. Next time, things start to go down as you can probably guess. Still, as an introduction, what did you think? Let me know, any constructive critiques are appreciated.

PS: The title for the story is killing me, if you don't like it or think it can be improved, any suggestions are greatly appreciated.