Winter breaks over. Its getting colder outside, and the new kids are about as insane as Hitler. Someones grown fond of me and is giving me cheesy pick up lines that are supposed to sound comical. Hes flattering me in a sense. akuroku :)
read my important notification: Alrightt, this is my second story. First chapter. For those who are reading Behind Blue Eyes, my Zack and Cloud story, dont think that im giving up on it. I wont give up on ANY of my storys, and if I do, I will be sure to tell you. I just wanted to get this chapter up before any more in my other story, because I really like my ideas for my this one.
My main pairing is Akuroku, and my side pairings will be:::: Zemyx, SoraRiku, CloudxZack, and some others if I can think them up. :)
Itll get interesting later. Very interesting, but i've noticed that at first, Roxas was all I was thinking about, but then I started to think about how Axel would act, and it seems that Axel is now more developed than the main character. ha ha.
hot sex laterr
chapter one
"Life is but a stopping place,
A pause in what's to be,
A resting place along the road,
to sweet eternity.
We all have different journeys,
Different paths along the way,
We all were meant to learn some things,
but never meant to stay...
"Boys!" Peeking behind Sora's big head, I spy mom through the open kitchen door, standing at the foot of the stairs, calling up to our empty rooms.
"We're in the kitchen," I call out to her before putting another spoon full of Frosted Flakes into my mouth. She looks at us, slapping a hand to her forehead.
"Goodness I'm getting old. I've already forgotten that you two eat breakfast." Sora raises his head up from his bowl, mind I tell you that he eats as if he hasn't in years and plants his face directly into whatevers on the plate. Milk and soggy chunks of Mini Wheats fly from his mouth as he laughs hysterically. I stare at him, utterly disgusted with his eating habits. How many times do I have to tell him to finish whats in his mouth before he does anything that includes opening it?
"Sora," I whine, scooting my chair back out of range from the danger zone. "It wasn't that funny." Patting his hand on the table, Sora deeps in heavily, ignoring the noticeable, little chunks of breakfast around his mouth. Mom clears her throat.
"You really shouldn't act like that at school, Sora. Its pain full to look at. Don't you want people to sit with you?" Crossing the kitchen, she rips a paper towel from its roll, and comes back to Sora.
"I've got Kaihe ak Anonamy toe," Sora's voice is muffled by the paper towel moving across his face. Kairi and Namine? They're girls, they probably think its cute. Rolling my eyes, I stand up from my chair and smack the side of Sora's head when I pass by. "Hey!"
"Hurry up, I don't want to be late the first day back." I exit the kitchen, not bothering to listen for what Sora has to say back. For all I know it'll be something about making mud cakes this next rainstorm. I glance up at the big, antique clock above the front door. Six. Seveneightnine. Ten more minutes. From next to my feet, I lean down and pick up my white and black checkered backpack, although almost half of the squares have been colored multiple different shades of other colors, thanks to Sora having to take away the "dull" outlook on my choice of pattern. Thanks Sora.
I pull it over my shoulders, and tug on the straps to make it rise up so it fits on my backpack snugly. I've always hated those dicks that wear it over their asses. Its not like theres anything there that they need to hide. "You ready to go, Roxas?" Mom asks, poking her head out from the kitchen's doorway.
"Ye-" Wait, "No. Hold on," As speedy as I can, I run forward for the stairs, picking my feet up easily with each passing one. I skip up the next few, running my hand over the railing to keep my balance. Once up the stairs, I take a few second power walk to mine and Sora's bedroom, flinging open the door as I do so. Scanning over the papers on the ground, and the clothes toppling over themselves out of the closet, I search rapidly for my phone. There you are.
Next to the many said clothes hides the familiar Red Chocolate. "If I had a penny for every damn time Sora had to go and leave my phone next to his man-eating closet." I pace over, grab my phone and am about to exit, but the temptation of the mirror is to much to handle. What song does that remind me of? Trying to find the right tune in my humming to the song I'm trying to think of, I turn and look at myself at the mirror across the room.
Checkered Vans, a pair of shoes that at least everyone has owned, adorn my small feet, washed out blue Levi's hug tightly against my small thighs, and hang somewhat loosely from there down. A tight fitting, white From First To Last shirt "accents my hot bod" as Sora puts it, and over that is my favorite soft, light green hoodie that hangs snugly against me, might I add that mom never told me she found it in the girls clothing section until after I declared it my favorite jacket. I reach up to my hair, ruffling the soft blonde locks before pursing my lips together.
"Cause momma I'm sure hard to handle now," I sing in my sorry exuse for a singing voice. Damn song.
"Roxas!" Soras voice pops up behind me at the door. Spinning around, I stare him, clueless. "Mom says we have to go, now! Do you know how much of a girl you are?" Turning on his heel, Sora hurries down the hall and stairs.
"What is that supposed to mean?!" I call out after him, running forth to catch him. Either way he wont get away. We ride in the same car, stupid. Bouncing down the stairs, I watch my twin bound down the last stair, and out the open front door. "Get back here!" I follow him suit, ignoring the paing of cold air that immediately sets into my bones. Instead, I grab the door handle on my way out, slamming the door shut and chasing after the brunette climbing into mom's car that shes pulled out of the driveway.
Lurching through like I did the front door, I slam into Sora, causing him to smash into the opposing side of the car, his backpack slumping from his lap, to the floor. He squeals, pushing me back with little amount of force. "You boys settle down back there. I don't want anyone going to school with a limp, you hear?" Me and Sora agree in unison, but when the words come out, one says Ma'am, and the other says Sir.
"Sorry," Sora whispers under his breath. Snickering, I give him one last shove before scooting over into my own seat, releasing my backpack from my shoulders and down next to Sora's. "I wish it wasn't the end of Winter break already..."
"Yeah, now it gets really cold," I growl, gritting my teeth together, trying to express my anger. I just want it to be summer already. Then we can have summer vacation. Then we'll be Juniors.
"Cold Shmold, learn to be a man, Roxas," Sora punches my shoulder, causes me to wince, my hand instinctively pulling up to grab my new sore. "Come on, I didn't even hit you that hard!"
"Would you like me to hit you back?" I force myself to sound kind, like I wouldn't hurt him that bad. Sometimes I really just want to leave you at the side of the road, and see whose car you get into, Sora. Really.
"No! When your angry, you hit hard," He holds up his hands in front of his face. I drop my hand from my arm, and smile at him.
"Good." Taking away his guarding hands, his face contorts into an expression that at first looks like hes about ready to shit without knowing it, to excitement when he first sees his best friends. But we're not at school, so he hasn't seen Kairi or Namine, yet. "Roxas, lets play that game!" You need to explain better than that Sora. He laughs as though something were funny. "Come on, how many games do we play?" Sarcasm. Man, I love our twin telepathy, and how he can read my mind from time to time. "The one where we see who can call out 'GO' first. Lets play it!"
"We haven't played that game in so long... that was in elementary school..." I groan, hitting my head against the car seat.
"Please?" I don't even bother to look over at my twin because I know hes got the capability to make a face that I sure cant. One that will make anyone exept anything he asks for.
"Fine."
"Yes! Alright, next stop light, its on!"
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"GO!" Both me and Sora shout.
"That one was so me!" My twin points at himself with his thumb.
"Not even close! You've always been a cheater, that makes me an automatic winner," I poke my tongue out at him, scooting over a bit more so he can have more room to see the lights.
"What?!" He moves into the space I've made for him, a big cheesy grin on his face. "Mom, tell Roxas that he isn't being fair, and that I should have won that one!"
"Roxas, you need to start being fair, and let Sora-" Blonde. Blue. Blonde. Red.
"Mom!" My eyes bulge at the four hooded runners.
"Jesus Christ!" The car lurches at the sudden ton of honking and speeding of the other cars. Three people run past in flashes in front of our car, continuing on to the other lanes that have yet to meet them. Mom struggles to find the gas, the car still moving forward. "Get out of the way!" Mom screams at a blur of deeply shaded, but bright enough to hurt your eyes, red hair that protrudes from a hoodie that's running in front of us.
Her foot barely makes it to the brakes as the person's hands touch the car, as if its going to stop it. They spin with more blurs of color, and rush after their friends. My heart pounds in my chest, and skips a beat when mom screams from out the window. "Get your filthy ass out of the road!" Said person being yelled at flips around, running backwards across the street. One of his hands flips off mom, while the other lifts up his jacket and shirt, exposing an extremely pale torso.
Before another insult can be shouted, hes turned himself back around, and is running in front of more cars that honk in anger at him. "Goddamn it!" Me and Sora both jump at the outburst of anger mom creates. She slams her fist into the steering wheel, the horn sounding in sync with all of the others. "This is just what I need to start the day off!" The car moves forward again, sending me and Sora back into our seats, exchanging glances of fear and worry. "Some stupid smart asses running in front of my car! Do they know the crash they could have caused! I have my sons in here you dick!"
Sora covers his ears with his hands, never being really interested in listening to people screaming. If things get to loud, he gets scared and feels like they're yelling at him. I lean over, and lace my arm across his shoulders, pulling him against my side. "This next time those kids come running in front of my car, I swear to god I'm not going to stop!"
"Mom," I raise my voice, keeping it lower than screaming though for Sora.
"What is it?!" Her eyes look back at us through her mirror, filled with a fiery anger, before it extinguishes into nothing. "Oh, Sora... Honey, I'm sorry..." she forces a strained laugh, "I just got a little carried away."
"Its okay..." He mumbles, his face brightening into a smile as he lets his hands drop from his ears. They never helped being there in the first place, it just gives him a sense of safety, like it does everyone. Mom follows the other cars, turning into Twilight High's parking lot. Its kind of like- Hey, Sora's buddies!
"Look, theres Kairi and Namine," I point out his window, releasing my arm from around his shoulders. His face morphs into the same face he made when he thought of the 'GO Game'.
"Mom, hurry up!" He orders giddily, already unbuckling his seat belt with one hand and picking up his backpack with the other. Theres no way I'll be able to catch up with him if I don't start now. I take my own seat belt off, and grab ahold of my stuff that was next to Sora's.
"I'm going as fast as one momma can, Sora," the car comes to a stop against the sidewalk, "Now, you boys be careful and don't get near those freaks who jumped in front of the car," Sora zips over my lap, and slams into my door, causing it to open, "I'll be here after school, so look for me!" Her voice follows after me, but all I do is give a wave back to her.
"Sora! Stop running so fast!" I yell, running after the short brown head of hair pushing past the other students. My feet tumble against the sidewalk, and I swear I can feel my backpack slam into a few of the seventh graders. They never stood a chance anyways.
"Kairi! Namine!" My sorry exuse for a twin topples over the two girls, wrapping them into his arms.
"Roxas!" My feet stop at the sound of my name. Looking around, I take a glance at every face whose in my line of vision, but why do none look familiar? Who the hell is playing tricks on me? "Roxas!" Turning around, Pence, Hayner and Olette are waving me over to their bench-table they've situated themselves at. Smiling, I get onto my tiptoes, although I'm not sure what good that will do, and wave back.
"Sora, I'll see you in second hour!" I look back at him to see him nod and in a rush of seconds, hes in front of me, hugging me, and back at his friends sides. I seriously hate it when he does that. Him and his stupid .5 second run-over-hug-you-and-get-back-to-ground-zero hugs. Letting it slip this time, I start toward the bench.
"I saw what happened in the middle of the road. That was pretty scary," Olette gives me a curious glance before she continues, "Did you know the guy?"
"Are you serious? If I knew the guy I'd tell my mom. She needs something to vent on now, she was completely pissed." Rolling my shoulders, I plop into a seat next to Pence and his girlfriend, across from Hayner.
"Were there others?" Hayner asks.
"I think so. There were four, I guess."
"Where'd they go?"
"I dunno... I wasn't really watching. Mom started screaming before I could look, and Sora got a little freaked out, but you know how he gets sometimes." I fold my hands out in front of me, resting them on the table.
"Is Sora okay now?" Pence questions, worry etched into his voice.
"Of course hes okay. His bipolar took care of all the negatives in his head." Thanks for asking if I'm okay. Just because I don't have some retarded illness... "Whoever the last one was though was a dick. He flipped my mom off and flashed her."
"Boobs?!" I barely have time to notice the stares from the other kids at the mention of boobs before Hayner screams, getting slammed across the face by Olette's angry fist. I wince, wanting to cover my own face for his pain, "What the hell was that for?"
"Boobs aren't that interesting," Olette growls through clenched teeth.
"Sorry to ruin your fun, Hayner, but I don't think man boobs are your thing," The look on Hayner's face is priceless. His lip curled up into a snarl, eyes looking like they're about ready to bulge out of his head, nose twitching, and it looked like he has a double chin. Damn, that's a good one. "He had red hair."
"Kairi?!" Pence gasps, the same fist full of fate that Hayner got directed toward him now. If his face was just a bit more pudgier, I think her fist would have sunk in, and his face would have popped back out like a cartoon.
"Kairi isn't a man!" Olettes snarl attracts eyes from close listeners. Biting my tongue I force myself not to lose it, and snicker.
"Well, times ticking away, and class doesn't wait for anyone," I clear my throat to drown out the laugh in my tone. Rising up from the bench, I wave out both hands to them, my tongue swelling with hurt. "Mr. Armada's a dick," I rush through my sentence. Don't sound to hasty, don't sound to hasty.
"Wait-Roxas," Olettes stammers, going to stand up from the bench. "We'll walk together."
"Nonono! I'm fine, really- bye bye!" Getting out of the area full speed, I walk briskly, before Olette can chase after me like Couch Cid going after a football. Damn, Kairi's head on man's body. Kairi with a penis. Kairi as the yeti. Shaking the thoughts from my head like a rag doll, my feet kick up the lone rocks on the ground. They flash in the sun like diamonds and gold. People better not be looking at me because I'm walking funny. That would be embarrassing. They'll probably think I'm one of the new kids. The double doors that stand as the school's entrace pull open with a small group of girls.
"The new kids are complete lunatics!"
"Did you see the creepy tall one?"
"I think one was a girl, but I'm not sure."
"What if we have one of them in our classes?!" They all squeal in their high pitched voices that they somehow find attractive, like it will get the boys attention. It drives them away you creeps. I push past them, their tiny heels not moving fast enough for me. Some people have to get to class unlike your prosthetic boobs and bleached blonde brains. Of course though, I'd never say that out loud. I'm not that mean.
"Roxas Lockheart." You've got to be kidding me. Looking ahead I spy Mr. Armada, my science teacher, standing outside of his classroom. Hes not watching the other students pass by, but instead is staring straight at me with green eyes. Hes wearing one of those controlling looks that, at every point in time, is telling you 'I'm the teacher. Listen to me', despite how one of his eyes is bigger than the other after a suposal 'experiment accident' its kind of hard to take him seriously when your looking at him dead on. His formal outfit looks like it itches. "I'm glad to see your coming to my class early."
"Yeah," I give him a dry, humorless laugh, "First time for everything." And I'm not early. His eyes darken a shade, making me sink in my shoes. The one thing you never want to do is to get Mr. Armada mad on the first day back. I lower my eyes, choosing to just walk up and into the classroom with no wandering eyes.
"Same seat as last semester." His voice comes out forced. I don't give him a thank you, or a 'How was your break?' Questioning might be dangerous, and theres always the class clown to make his day even worse. His green orbs leave me when I enter the classroom. I raise my eyes to look and see who else is in here. Same people as last time. The familiar bell sounds on the loudspeaker, letting everyone know they have only five minutes to get to their first hour class. My seat stares at me from the middle of the classroom, the corner table missing the person next to my seat.
"Hey Roxas," I raise my hand, looking to my left. At first I look at Yuffie, but she still has yet to notice me. The earphones of her Ipod are stuck in her ears, her head lowered onto the desk like shes sleeping. I look further, two seats over from Yuffie, my hand immediately drops. I think my lip just twitched. "How was your break?" I swallow thickly, padding over to my seat.
"It was good." I hope that I said that too quickly, and that she wont be like those people who answer even though you never asked a question. Mom will be so mad at me for not using my manners. But a double chin like that can speak for two people, she can just talk to her flubber. At my table, I pull back my chair, dropping my backpack onto the thick wood, and sit myself down. Leaning back in my chair, I wait to see what this semester has to give.
"Roxas," Tidus enters the room, his hand giving me a hello.
"Hey," I smile, relieved, at him, thank full that hes not someone like that girl over there by Yuffie. That'd be kind of creepy if I knew her name...
One by one, group by group, more students enter Mr. Armada's classroom. A few occasional hellos are passed around to people, and friends, and when our teacher isn't looking, there is the numerous amount of hugs given to each other, nobody wanting to be caught for PDA the first day. A few of my friends, Selphie, Wakka, Namine, although shes more Sora's friend then mine, and finally Yuffie, who had turned off her Ipod, said hello to me. But its back to the very well known routine. You don't talk when theres nothing but a few seconds before the bell unless your ready for an hour of detention with your favorite teacher.
The second bell, the late bell, rings inside the room and from outside the hall. I push my backpack from my desk into the still empty chair. That kid never did show up the first day. Free backpack holder. "Alright, this is it?" Mr. Armada walks into his room, the door closing shut behind him. Nobody answers him. We watch with listening ears and eyes at him gliding toward his desk. "I expected new students this-" All eyes turn to the door.
"Sorry," An energetic, large voice pipes up. Four people enter the classroom, all of them new, but the four of them are familiar.
"Why don't you four sit yourselves next to Cloud. Cloud raise your hand," Across from me, one table behind, Cloud Strife does as ordered. The four settle into a straight line, the first wearing a form fitting light blue hoodie with white bubble or cloud shaped figures, and a pair of tight pants that are ripped in almost every direction, tassels of thread hanging from the light blue fabric. The second, who is much shorter than the first wears a tight, black hoodie and a matching pair of skinny jeans. Behind him is someone slightly taller, someone who proves that the girls that I overheard were correct. Theres a girl.
Her hoodie is a plaid red, not as tight as the one in front of her, but tight enough to accent that she is female. Shes wearing a pair of tight, denim, cut offs down to her knees, resembling the first ones pants, but only at the bottom were they had been cut off. Behind her, my eyes concentrate hardest. Hes the tallest of them all, his hoodie covered in multiple arrays of skulls in different sizes and colors. Its loose on his body, reminding me of that guy Sora showed me, Takeru, some Japanese guy, in a band called SuG. The deep, dark red spikes are barely seen from under the hood, but they glow with a brightness.
He wears dark blue skinny jeans a size too small. His legs fit in them though, they aren't a sickly skinny and they aren't anything like chunky. Before I can evaluate any closer, my thoughts are disrupted. "I don't want any of you being late again, because your new, I'm letting this go as a warning. Hoods off." At the exact moment after his words, the hoods come off in unison. I continue to stare at them, flashes of them running past the car flitting through my head. Blonde. Blue. Blonde. But the red is so much more vibrant than I thought.
Each of them have soft, cute faces, easily becoming the best looking from in the class. They'll be perfect next to Cloud. I don't get a good look at their features, before they've passed my desk, only the big details had stood out to me. So these are the new students everyone is freaking out about. I would be too but my excitement ran away with them when they all ran in front of moms car.
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If you will, please review so I know if I shall continue. I cant read minds, sorry. :)
by the way I mentioned a reference on what Axel is wearing. The band is one of my favorite jrock bands, SuG, and in thier music video Love Scream Party, you see Takeru in a room with all of his friends, and he is pretty much wearing what I described, exept the shoes. Axel doesnt wear pink shoes. ha ha. If there is anything that i've missed. sorry.