Walking Thorn Vale campus grounds is a young girl; short brown hair, and purple eyes. she wares a purple tube top under a dark chocolate cut-off jacket; effectively showing off her slim figure. the aqua trim on the jacket matching the trim on her lavender boots. the black tights she wares under her sky-blue skirt leaves only a small stripe of skin visible above the rim of her boots. She took in the sight of her new prestigious collage; although in her mind, I might as well have been a castle; with its high walls and huge courtyards. after taking in the scenery she looked at her watch. "Dammit, I'm gonna be late for my first class!" now very aware of the time, she dashed across the courtyard, making her way across the lush expanses of grass, and taking the first entrance that caught her attention. she charged down the sunlit hallway dodging fellow classmates left and right. this was something she had done before, and was now quite good at; gracefully slipping between two students lost in their conversation; narrowly avoiding a girl carrying her books; she rounded a corner, and slid to a stop in front of the class door. she took a moment to straiten her hair, and look at her watch "heh, heh, I made it with a few minutes to spare." she turned to face the door. the glass read: creative righting class. she opened the door, and looked around. all of the other students sat or stood in groups, talking amongst each other. it was obvious the teacher had not arrived yet. so she proceeded to sit down in one of the free desks that did not seem to already be taken. after class she decided to walk around outside a bit. I wonder what other kind of classes I should take. I SHOULD take cooking classes. she thought. but I hate cooking... just then something broke her train of thought: two men now stood in front of her. one had short reddish hair and green eyes; the other was a little taller, and had dark, shaggy hair and blue eyes. the dark haired man spoke first. "hey there babe, you look lost, need help?" his tone was sincere, but his eyes gave away his true intentions. "no, and don't call me babe!" she retorted. "come on babe," he replied. "were just trying to help ya." he moved closer, placing one hand on the wall to the right of her head. the red head moved in on the left; leaving no room to run. her heart started to beat faster. "leave me alone!" she said furrowing her brow. as he began to move his arm toward her waist, she met his wrist with her own grip. "don't touch me!" she shouted; and began to move; attempting to run out from under his arm. but he moved his body to the right stopping her, and grabbing her wrist. "where do you think your going, babe." he said, now holding both of her wrists. "STOP IT, let me GO!" she shouted, struggling in his grip. just then a new voice was heard. "let her go!" all three turned to look at the owner of this new voice. a young man with spikey, blondish hair now stood before them; he wore a black, high collar shirt with a zipper in the front; he wore jacket over the shirt that was white with a checkered pattern running horizontally across the mid section and vertically across the shoulders; a red collar contrasted the monochrome of the outfit. his jeans are a heavy gray color with the overlaying fabric a soft ash. with a scowl plastered on his face; he stood not three feet away glaring at the two men. "I said, let her GO!" he repeated, taking a half step closer. turning to face the new guest, the dark haired man looked the young blond hero up and down, before countering. "and what are YOU gonna do about it?" he was much smaller after all. "why don't you find out, tough guy." the blond shot back. and with that the assailant advanced on the young blond, throwing the first punch. but this new hero is much swifter than the tall brute, and the blond swiftly dodges and sweeps behind, grabbing his arm and bending it behind him. "give up yet?" he said, holding his victim down with a well placed foot. "okay-okay! I give" the blond turned to leer at the other man, still holding the girl captive. the red head quickly let her go and backed away. the new hero then let go of the thug before giving him one last warning "get lost." "tch, whatever, man!" was all the loser could muster before running off with his tail between his legs. with the two thugs now gone, the blonde's expression softened. "are you okay?" "yah. thanks, you saved me." "no problem." he said with a smile. "my name's Roxas." she smiled and returned the gesture. "I'm Aika." although she new they had never met before, he seemed somehow familiar to her. "hey Roxas, didn't I see you in creative righting class?" "yep." he stated with a smile. "your the new girl who got there just before the professor, right?" "yah, that was me." the two started walking down the stone path Aika had been walking before her encounter; and continued talking as they did so. "that was really cool what you did back there Roxas, where did you learn to do that?" feeling a bit embarrassed, Roxas nervously scratched the back of his head. "well for one: there's a martial arts class here. the rest is just." he paused before finishing the last part. "talent I guess." "really? a martial arts class?" Roxas laughed warmly. "I know, crazy right?" then he had a thought. "hey, you should take the class too! it would be fun if we took it together" and with that Aika's face lit up. "yah, that sounds fun!" Roxas spent the rest of the day showing Aika all around the campus; until they both went back to their rooms; Aika for some much needed sleep.