Author's notes: After A Hand To Pull the Trigger, I'm quiet happy I get to write about something else. No more suicide. (suicide + stress dead writer) Happy dancing time for me!  This time, there won't be like too many, or any little mysteries to solve. This is strictly romance and…um…happy?

I'm writing this one in third person because it seems to be better than first.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or the characters.

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Chapter 1:

A Commodity of Oddities

A woman, thin as a toothpick stood at the front of the room, eyes focused onto the clipboard in her hands, calling out names. She stopped at one name to look up at the sea of girls to see one of the beings possessing a Y-chromosome. "Roxas?"

"Here," came a weak male voice, standing in the back of the room, away from the females. It was odd that a male would be in such a feminine class. It made one wonder if he had dark intentions, rather than an innocent will to wipe away a half credit of fine arts. The girls looked over him, obviously intrigued by his presence. Yet, glad his blonde hair, shimmering blue eyes, and good looks where not below expectations of the ideal guy appearance.

"Hmm…a boy…interesting," the woman observed out loud, ignoring the dainty giggling of the girls, admiring the male. Roxas, who heard the woman's remark, turned his face away to hide the blush on his cheeks.

"If it were my choice," he whispered to himself, "I would be in art and not in this girly class."

After the roll was checked off, the instructor called everyone to the middle of the wooden floor, in front of the mirrors and commanded them to sit while she sat in a chair. "Ladies, and guy," she winked at the blonde boy, "this is Dance IV, meaning everyone in here should be a senior and not just really good, correct." The girls replied with nods and 'yes' but Roxas raised a hand.

"Mrs.…uh…"

"Ms. Gainsborough," she smiled sweetly at the student and let him continue.

"Yeah…Ms. Gainsborough, I haven't been in your previous dance classes, doesn't that mean I should be in Dance I?"

"Not at all, Roxas, the dance class you are assigned to is determined by your grade level."

"Why?" the teen persisted on.

The brunette giggled, "Because, for me, it's easier to track who is in what class. Rather than trying to figure out how many dance classes of mine you have been in. Now, is that all?" The blonde nodded and she continued, "This semester we will be studying lyrical and hip hop." There were some cheers from the 'wild' girls, only in dance for the hip hop, "but that won't be until the last quarter of the year." There was a bit of groaning but that didn't stop Ms. Gainsborough. "Since we're doing lyrical first, I need you to each get a pair of the correct dancing shoes. Many of you already have the proper foot ware from last semester." She paused and looked around, "who here was in my class last semester?" It seemed all hands went up into the air except one, "who was not?" Only the blonde boy's hand went up. "Okay then, I don't need to elaborate more, Roxas, you can get one of these ladies to explain how the class works." She glanced up at the time, "I have some business to attend to, but to make things quick: bring shoes and clothes to dress out in tomorrow." The teacher with the pink bow in her hair got up and retreated to her office room on the other side, shutting the door behind her. In the window placed in her office giving her students a view of what she was doing, she picked up the phone and began to dial a number, soon to be wrapped up in busy work instead of teaching.

Roxas on the other hand, was having a difficult time as to who to ask what to do. The girls had migrated to their packs, giggling and gossiping about who knew what. He took a deep breath and walked up to the nearest girl, a petite female with long blonde hair, "excuse me, what kind of shoes do we need?"

The girl turned around at the tap on her shoulder and smiled warmly at Roxas, "lyrical shoes. You can buy them at the local shoe store. They aren't too expensive, just about twenty munnies."

"Is there a specific color?"

"No, just make sure you have the correct shoes."

"Lyrical shoes: got it!" He turned away but was stopped by more information leaving the girl's mouth.

"You can also get some dance paws."

"What are those?"

"They're just pads that slip over your toes. They're a bit more comfortable than jazz shoes; they feel a bit more…part of your foot, rather than a shoe."

Roxas thanked her for the information, "thanks, I'll keep that in mind." With nothing more to be said, he walked to the back of the room and pulled out a black binder from his back-pack. Fraternizing with these girls were far from his mind, therefore he turned to his studies to keep him company for the next hour and a half. He pulled out a page of notes over the history of Hallow Bastion and began his process of memorization.


Sadly, no one had informed the male that size ten, in men's sizes, could not be found at the local shoe store. But how could these girls know? Their petite bodies reflect their slender feet.

"Roxas, why are you not wearing any shoes?" He was dressed out in a simple pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt, but no shoes. "I'm sorry but I'm going to have to deduct points from your daily grade. Be sure to get those shoes soon."

"But, they didn't have my size," he argued but was only given a pitiful face from the instructor.

"Ok, then. I'll let you off the hook today but tomorrow, if you have no shoes, I'm taking off points." Roxas sighed and hoped for better luck today.

The teacher put of her clip board and walked out to the front of the room, facing the class. "Let's start warming up," she said with a smile. Ms. Gainsborough led the class through a stretching routine far too advanced for Roxas. He struggled trying to touch the floor, bending over but only succeeded in barely grazing his ankles.

"Don't worry, in time you'll get better." Roxas jumped at the male voice behind him. He turned to see a lean student with flaming red hair. He wore eye liner like the emo crowd but his clothes said 'punk.' It struck Roxas odd to see two triangles on his face, one under each eye.

"What do you mean? Look at them! They're so flexible, men weren't made that way," he replied with an angry tone.

"I beg to differ, Roxas," said the dance teacher behind him, going to the red haired student to greet him. "Roxas, this is Axel. I believe he is a male but is much more flexible than any of these girls in the room." At this point, the students had noticed their teacher was missing in action and found her with Axel. They smiled at each other to see another handsome boy in the room.

"That's cool…I guess," Roxas adverted his eyes away, not really interested in flexibility.

"From now on, he will be helping you in this class."

The blonde's hair spun back around, "what?!"

"You told me you were never in any of my classes, and seeing how you can barely touch your toes, you're going to need some help. But not from me." She smiled at Axel who smirked back.

"Looks like we'll be buddies for the next few weeks." Roxas's face depicted unease rather than glee. "Don't worry," Axel chuckled as he patted his back, "I'll get you ready just in time for the recital!"

The blonde's face morphed into pure horror, "recital?"

"Yes, every unit we hold a recital to show your peers what you have learned. It tends to grab more people into my class," the teacher giggled. "It'll be even greater this year now that I have a male in it!"


"Okay…a little farther…just a little more…"

"Axel stop! That hurts!" The red head let up on his hold on Roxas's shoulders. The teen straightened his back from the previous position: being cramming in between his own legs. "Why do I need to do this? Why can't I dance like them? Better yet, what the hell am I doing in this class!?" Roxas looked over at the girls and how they did their pirouettes perfectly in the routine Ms. Gainsborough was walking them through.

"Because they, unlike you, were in Ms. Gainsborough's previous dance classes and are much more advanced than you."

"Maybe, if I was in Dance I, I wouldn't be going trough this! Better yet, if Art wasn't full I'd actually not be degrading myself like this!" Roxas referred to how Axel slid into his right-legged splits with great ease and expected the newbie to do the same.

"Don't lose hope, Roxas, keep trying! Soon, you'll be up there dancing with them!" They momentarily watched the girls practice a feminine maneuver, "actually, you'll probably be just practicing with me."

"Why aren't you dancing? You seem good," Roxas looked over at Axel who was now in his left-leg splits and laying his head on his knee.

"I wish I could but my grades are always very poor. Ms. Gainsborough doesn't allow anyone to dance in the recital if they're failing a class. But no matter, I still have my dancing outside of school."

"So, you really are a dancer. How long?" asked Roxas.

"'Bout twelve years or so?" Roxas's eyes widened.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, my specialty is ballet and lyrical. But enough about me, what about you? I can tell you don't want to be here…ever." Axel read Roxas like a book, but of course, who couldn't when he was written like he was large, bolded print?

"I just need a half of a fine arts credit. I've been kinda procrastinating about it, but this is my final semester. I have to get it." The blonde sighed, regretting leaving the accumulation of credits to the last minute.

"You're graduating?"

"Yeah, I'm kinda nervous." Roxas looked away, no one had ever talked to him about himself for this long. He wasn't the most interesting person in the school.

"But why dance?" Axel became intrigued with is peer, wanting to know more so teaching wouldn't be so uncomfortable.

"I did art before and I tried to get it again, but the class was full. And before you ask, no I don't sing, or play an instrument. And I don't act. Dance just had to be the only one left."

Axel chuckled, "I'm sure you'll like it. Dance will grow on you and maybe, you'll start taking classes outside of school! I promise: dancing isn't as bad as you think."

Roxas had a worried face, "it's not the fact I don't think dance will be fun, it's mainly my peers. What will they think of me? They'll call me gay and crap." He looked at the ground, fearing this acquaintance might in fact be 'gay' and he just offended him.

Axel continued to smile, "it's not that bad. Hey, look at me," the red head reached for the blonde and tilted his chin up from the floor, forcing him to look into his eyes. "I had to put up with that kind of stuff for twelve years. Sure, it's mean but hey, not only do I look cool on stage," he made eye contact with a girl in the room and smirked at her, causing her to giggle and confide to her friends about the attractiveness of their fellow classmate, "the girls love me!" Axel flashed the same grin at Roxas, trying to put the same charm on him.

"Sorry pal," The blonde got up from the floor and attempted to reach over and touch the ground again, "that's not going to work on me." Roxas's finger tips just barely grazed the wooden floor.


Well a new story, new personalities, blah, blah, blah…I realize that this chapter is a bit short. The first chapter of everything I write. Well, we'll see how many people like it. Then I'll make chapter two and elaborate on the plot more.

I hope you enjoyed it! Please, review!

-Lady of the Cards-