Warning: Swearing.

Disclaimer: I do not own KH, FF, or any characters having anything to do with them. As much as I wish it were true, it is not.

Author's Note: So, I was slightly inspired my Ouran High School Host Club XD. Meaning this will probably be a slightly-dramatic but mainly-humorous story.

Do you want to know what is typically the worst day of nearly every person's high school career ?

Their first day as a freshman.

You want to know what's even worse than that?

Your first day as a freshman in a new town.

You don't know anybody. You don't have any other freshmen to clutch on to, hide behind, joke with. You don't know any upper-class-men who you can tag along with. All you can really do is sit there quietly, raise your hand when the teachers call on you, introduce yourself in such a way that you come across as confident and smart but aren't memorable. And then you just sit back and focus on your studying until someone chooses to approach you.

The previous paragraph, by the way, is a flawless description of my first day at Destiny High School.

And my first week at Destiny High School.

And pretty much my first month at Destiny High School.

I know. It's rather depressing.

No one chose to approach me. I read and I studied and I achieved straight A's just like my parents would've wanted. And no one spoke to me andIspoke to no one.

After a day of studying my ass off at school, I would return home to my brother's house and proceed to study my ass off there.

And they were worried -- my older brother, Cloud, and my twin, Sora. I could tell, but I tried not to acknowledge it.

After all, I was fine. Just fine.

I mean, sure, Sora was as popular as ever, even in this new town. Sure, he had gotten over our parents' deaths a little too quickly. No problem. As long as he was getting his B's and C's and I was receiving my flawless A's, it was all great.

Really.

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Okay. So we've already established the fact that I like to study.

Or, rather, that studying is all I know.

However, I don't believe we've touched upon the technicalities of this obsession.

Like, for instance, the fact that it needed to be absolutely silent for me to properly absorb information.

Usually, this wasn't a problem. It was always quiet during class, after all, and after school -- when Cloud was at work and Sora was hanging out with friends -- it was the same.

Except on Tuesdays.

On Tuesdays, Sora always came home immediately after school ended, and never without a couple of friends tagging along for a supposed Study Group.

A very freaking noisy Study Group.

As a result, Tuesdays during that first month at Destiny High were my absolute least favorite day of the week.

Luckily, I had a solution: stay at school. Go to the library. Enjoy quiet bliss.

And it worked out just great. Every Tuesday for about a month, I went to the library and it was silent and perfect and I studied my heart out and the next day I aced all my tests.

Until October 15th.

That was the day the library was packed full, for God knows what reason.

That day, I entered the large, cavernous room only to find all the tables filled to the brim with chatting, giggling students.

For a moment, all I could do was stare in dismay, my mouth slightly agape and my eyebrows knitting together.

Where were the librarians? Weren't they supposed to keep this place quiet?

I mean, really!

As I stared, a grinning blonde girl turned away from her red-headed friend, catching my eye. She was pretty and all, but as she smiled coyly at me, blinking her icy-blue eyes slowly, I found myself slightly revolted by her way-too-obvious behavior.

Finally coming to my senses, I turned on my heel and got the hell out of there.

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I'm not of an athletic build. Not really.

But there's one thing I can say for sure --

I can run like freaking hell.

Maybe I've just got a lot of stamina, but I can run my fastest for up to ten minutes.

Which is exactly what I did.

I bolted out of the library, down the hall, and out the school's back entrance like death itself was right on my heels.

Or, you know, if death's a little too over-the-top a metaphor for you, an overly flirtatious blonde girl. But, then again, let's not get into specifics.

I ran out onto the grounds, towards the small workshops to the side of the school. There were three of them. And I was absolutely certain that the third was unused.

It was towards that building that I was headed.

I stopped right next to Workshop 3, my heart barely racing, still breathing rather normally, and dropped my backpack to the grass. The doors were locked, of course, so I couldn't get inside, but that didn't mean that the area around the building wasn't eerily quiet.

Blissfully quiet.

With a contented sigh, I plopped down beside my backpack, resting my back against the brick wall of the workshop.

It was only as I was removing my English book from the backpack that I heard something.

Speaking.

Coming from behind me.

From inside Workshop 3.

Disrupting my peace and quiet.

With a growl of frustration, I sprang to my feet, grabbing my bag as I did so, and approached the nearest window, peering into the darkness beyond it.

Lo and behold, inside lounged a group of students, who all appeared to be at least juniors. According to what I could see, most of them were boys, though one was definitely female and another had the possibility of being so. Through the dust coating the glass panes, it was hard to tell.

Outrageously annoyed, I was just about to step away from the window and search for another spot when the possibly-female one turned and looked straight at me. I could see the person more clearly now, and it was undeniably a guy, though the rose-tinted shag sitting atop his head would certainly suggest otherwise. He muttered something, his lips barely moving, and everyone else turned to look at me, also.

Suddenly, the speaking stopped.

I stumbled backwards, tripping over my own feet and landing flat on my ass, understandably freaked out. What if they were -- I don't know -- some kind of gang? What if they thought I'd been eavesdropping, and overheard their awful plans to murder someone or steal something . . .? What if, now, I was a target?!

As I scrambled to my feet, the door to Workshop 3 banged open, and from the doorway emerged the girl, a blonde with cruel blue eyes. She approached me, and though she was female and not at all bigger than myself, I will happily admit that I was scared witless.

"Eavesdropping, eh?" She hissed at me, and I shook my head numbly, but she just smirked as another figure exited the workhouse.

The boy was tall, extremely tall, and much too thin for it to be entirely natural; rising at least a foot and a half over my head, he certainly couldn't have been much bigger than me width-wise. As he stepped out of the doorway, the slight breeze stirred his bright-red hair, sending a ripple through the dangerous-looking spikes.

He began walking towards us, and even though he was still a ways away, I could clearly see his eyes: they were green in a captivating, toxic manner. Beneath each was a black diamond, though if they were actual tattoos or eyeliner, I couldn't tell.

Here's the weirdest part, though--

I wasn't at all afraid. Not of him, at least. The girl standing beside me was still freaking me out, though.

When he stopped in front of me, I saw that he was smiling slightly, and he looked me right in the eye and said, "Trying to steal our secrets, are you?"

I shook my head again, struggling to force out a coherent verbal reply, but he simply rolled his eyes and offered me his hand.

"Axel," he introduced with a slightly arrogant raise of his eyebrows. "Axel Chakram."

I obligingly shook his hand, and with a wane and slightly frightened smile, replied, "Roxas Strife."

"Well met." He released my hand and motioned to the girl.

"This is Larxene. Pay her no heed, we all think she's a bitch."

Larxene's eyes flashed and narrowed to slits, and without a word she stalked back to Workshop 3.

After watching her go with a smile, Axel turned back to me and chuckled darkly, then took a hold of my shoulder and steered me after her.

"Wh-- where are you taking me?" I gasped in surprise, and his eyes flashed dangerously as he shoved me in a not-exactly-harsh-manner towards the door.

"To meet the rest of the Organization," he explained aloofly. "You've no choice now that you overheard our secrets."

And with that, he pushed me through the doorway.

Author's Note: So, there you have it-- chapter one! In which: we meet Roxas and Roxas meets Axel!

And about Axel's last name . . . . I had no idea what to call him. Like, what-so-ever.

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