Alright :D

This story is up and running again. After being on hiatus for quite some time now, I finally found the inspiration and time to continue it. I can't promise regular updates and such, but I'm gonna do my best. Sadly my cowriter Ramen left this story, but yeah..

First of all, I'm gonna put up all the old chaps that are already done, just gonna revise them as I go through the document, but yes. Hopefully you'll enjoy it. As for my other stories.. well.. Not right now. We'll see what happens.

Disclaimer: I do not own KH or it's characters...or Final Fantasy and its characters...so there! Oh, and I don't own the song used for the name of this chapter...or any that may, and probably will, be used in the future.

Starlight High

Chapter 1 Friend like me

Axel

I swear; alarm clocks are from hell. School is from hell. Everything that makes me have to wake up early is from hell. Don't get me wrong; I like school. Sort of. I just don't like waking up early, that's all. And the first day for school after summer vacation; that is the devil's invention.

School is kind of nice, and yeah if you want the sappy truth: I've missed my friends. I've even missed making fun of the preps; that bimbo Kairi, with her idiotic boyfriend Riku, the whore Olette and all the other airheads.

I stay in bed just a few minutes more, putting the alarm on snooze. The covers are so warm and everything just feels so nice and… damn. There went the alarm again. Against my will I raise from the warm haven that is my bed and head off to the bathroom for a shower. I let the warm water rinse over me.

My crimson red hair clung to my shoulders as it got wet. Contrary to popular belief, it's not dyed; it's my natural color. Both my brother and I have the same hair color, mine a little brighter. My brother is really cool, his name is Reno, he's two years older than me and we live together in a small apartment not too far from school and his college. I like my brother; he's cool, even if we too have our share of sibling fights. Maybe not as often as other people, but we have our reasons.

By the way; maybe I forgot to say that. I'm going be a high school senior now when we start up again, and it feels good to soon be done with high school. 'Cause it sucks. Big time.

After the shower I head back to my room to find some clothes. I settle for a pair of dark jeans with a dark red slim shirt. I glance at myself in the mirror hanging on my wall, roll up the sleeves of the shirt and start to fix my hair into messy low spikes. As a last thought I put on a thin silver chain around my neck.

I can hear Reno in the kitchen and head in for some breakfast. Reno is sitting on the countertop munching on some cereals from a bowl.

"Morning." I nod towards him and start searching the fridge for something edible and settle for some milk and cereal too.

"So... How do you feel?" he's quiet for a few seconds before -

"Senior." He adds as an afterthought with a snigger. I just shrug my shoulders.

"Okay I guess. Nothing special. Like always the first day of the new semester." I grin "Tired."

Reno just laughs at me and puts away his bowl before he walks out of the small kitchen to fix himself. I look around, the sun is shining brightly trough the curtains and it looks like it's going to turn out to be a sunny and nice day.

I finish my cereals, put the bowl away and head off to the bathroom again to brush my teeth. My reflection meets my gaze in the mirror and the green eyes stare back at me as I finish everything and head out to get ready. Reno sneaks in to the bathroom when I exit and I start too tie my shoes before I grab my phone and my old worn out leather jacket that once belonged to my dear brother. Ordinary morning routines at their best, like they've always been.

"Bye Reno, I'm off!" Reno looks out from the bathroom with a toothbrush in his mouth, a brush in one hand and a bottle of hairspray in the other.

"Bye. Good luck."

I close the door behind me and walk down the stairs.

It isn't that far to school so I usually walk. I light a cigarette as I stroll down the street. Yes, I smoke. Do you have a problem with that?

When I'm done and throw away the filter I can see the school. It consists of four big block buildings in different pastel colours; one pink-ish, one blue, one yellow and the green main building with the letters 'STARLIGHT HIGH' in big black bold letters over the entrance. It is a pretty big school, with over 4000 students. I enter and almost fall over when I'm hugged as soon as I set my foot down inside. All I can see is a blond fauxhawk and huge sea green eyes. It was very few people who pulled of a fauxhawk as well as my dear friend Demyx did.

"Hey Demyx. How was your summer vacation?" Demyx just smiled and as he releases me from his death grip, his smile twists into a grimace.

"My parents dragged me to Sweden on some stupid trip to some stupid hotel completely made out of ice. Even the beds! Ice! Do you have any idea on how cold it was? And the jetlag!" (1)

"Cool." Demyx looks at me, eyes huge.

"Not cool." I just laugh at him before I look around.

"So, where did you leave Zexion and Fuu?"I ask. Zexion and Fuu are our other friends. They're both a year younger than me and Demyx, but they're okay. Zexion is a really good listener, and he's also really, really smart. Sometimes I wonder if he's too smart for his own good. Fuu is in the same class as Zexion and she's just kind of in for the ride. She's mostly Zexion's friend, but she's a very nice girl, even if she's kind of quiet and she does have her fits. Demyx points down the hall

We walk towards where they're sitting on the floor and Zexion gives us a small smile.

"Good morning Axel." I swear, that guy is always clearly awake, no matter how early it is, he's always up and jumping. Well… not literary but you get my point. Fuu just nods as a greeting.

"Ready for a new year of fun?" I grin towards the others. Demyx's grin is almost bigger than mine.

"Hell yeah!" I notice a head of brown spiky hair down the corridor.

"Excuse me guys, I have to secure my homework this year." They just laugh as I walk off. There's this guy that's the same age as Zexion and Fuu. His name's Sora and he's the biggest suck up that ever existed. We always made him do our homework in exchange for the fact that we don't give him a hard time and make sure the preps don't either. Don't get me wrong though; he is a very nice guy, always smiling and fun to hang out with. He and his techy friend Pence are sitting in the entrance, Pence playing with his laptop, currently trying to hack World of Warcraft or whatever.

"Yo Sora. Pence." Sora looks up and his face lit up in a big smile. He's one of those, you know. The ones you can't hate just because they're always happy and nice.

"Hi Axel, what's up?" I casually lean against a wall, cross my arms over my chest and give him a smile.

"Not much. 'sup you? How was summer?" Sora seemed to be literary bouncing, which made his chocolate spikes seem to defy gravity even more.

"It was good. I hung out with some old friends. Otherwise it's as always… Awesome." He gave me a toothy grin and I smiled back.

"Back to business… I was wondering if we should set up the same plan as last year?" Pence looked nervously on Sora, who seemed to think this over. Then he nodded.

"Yeah sure. That sounds good." I just smiled, turned around and waved over my shoulder.

"Happy doing business with you. See ya later." I walked towards the others before I realise we're soon going to start our first lesson, so I signed towards Demyx that I'm going out for a smoke before everything starts again for real. I head out the main entrance and grab the package from my pocket, take a cigarette and light it as I lean against the wall.

And things are like they've always been again.

Big violet eyes met her gaze in the mirror as she applied a peach eye shadow. She could hear Naminé blow dry her hair in the bathroom and when she was done she went in there. Naminé looked up at her and smiled.

"So Kairi" She started "Are you as nervous as I am?" Kairi laughed a little.

"Are you kidding me? I'm scared to death!" Both girls giggled and Kairi checked out her reflection in the big bathroom mirror. She pouted her lips and picked up a light pink glittery gloss which she put on. Naminé smiled towards her in the mirror.

"You look great Kai." The wine haired girl smiled against the pale blonde.

"You too, Nam. I really understand why you dress so much in white. The color really suits you." The pale girl blushed lightly.

"Thank you." Kairi started to fix her hair, nails painted a light pink color to match her pink dress. Naminé picked up a pretty translucent blue eye shadow and started to put it on.

"So... How are thing between you and Riku?" Kairi met Naminé's curious gaze in the mirror.

"He's mine." She smiled "He just doesn't know it yet." The blonde giggled lightly. She envied Kairi's confidence. She was always so secure in herself, carried herself with a sort of pride and grace that no one else managed, without being cocky. Naminé had always wondered how she ended up with such a wonderful best friend. They had been friends since they learned how to walk and talk.

Kairi smiled against her.

"Ready to go back?"

"You bet!" The girls giggled as they tied their shoes and went out from the mansion Kairi lived in with her parents.

When they got of the bus they looked up at the big green building and Kairi grinned.

"Finally we're back. And we're gonna be the coolest sophomores in the entire school." They walked hand in hand towards the main entrance when Kairi stopped in her tracks.

"Oh no. Not him." Naminé tried to see who she meant when she noticed a crazy red hair. Axel, a senior from their school. He and Kairi hated each other's guts. Kairi tensed, kept her head up high and walked past the idiotic redhead. In return she got a mouthful of smoke in her face. Axel grinned.

"Oh sorry Princess, didn't see you there." Kairi gave him an icy smile and brushed past him.

"Go to hell, fucktard." Naminé hurried after her friend and gave Axel a shy apologetic smile under bangs as she entered.

Axel sniggered.

Yup: things where definitely back to normal.

Kairi and Naminé searched the corridors for their friends before they heard a shriek behind them.

"Kairi!" The both girls turned around and saw their friend Olette run towards them. Kairi held out her arms and Olette flew on her, before the kissed each other's cheeks, French style.

"Hi Sweetie! How was your summer vacation?" Olette made a sour face.

"Don't even get me started. It totally sucked. My parents dragged me to our summer cabin and I didn't even have internet nor did my cell phone work out there." Kairi made a sad face.

"I am so sorry. How did you manage?" Olette gave her a smile full of secrets.

"We had a really hot neighbour. He was like 19 or something."

"Oh la la. Did something happen!" Olette grinned.

"You know it girl!" It was Kairi's turn to shriek.

"No way! I wanna know all the details later. Have you seen Riku?" Olette nodded.

"Yeah, he's over there." She pointed towards the rest of their friends, and the three girls walked together to the rest of their gang.

Naminé smiled to herself. She was finally home, where she belonged.

Yes the ice hotel exists for real. Not in the summer though, but it's fiction xD

-Roxas-

I slapped my radio hard enough to send it tumbling to the floor. The incessant, overly-loud rock station playing a heavy song as my wakeup call was redundant. I'd been awake since five.

I hated school. I hated moving. It was hard enough to attend the first day of school, especially as an insecure prepubescent, let alone having no friends to back you up and give you moral support.

Lying in bed for several more moments, I stared at the blank white ceiling, feeling tense and nervous. I wanted to just pull the covers over my head and hide for the rest of my life. But life is never fair, and I knew hiding accomplished nothing, so I made myself get up, giving my radio a good kick just for good measure as I walked past it to the bathroom.

There are many ways one can tell if a day is going to be good or bad…and my signs were about as subtle as a train hitting a car.

First, I couldn't find my favourite outfit that I'd made sure to pull out the day before, only to find it had some how managed to fall off the chair next to my bed. Second, the water on my nightstand had fallen in the night and soaked said outfit, leaving me sighing and scrambling through boxes to find something else at the last minute.

Then I sneezed while brushing my teeth…if you've never done that before, you can't even imagine the embarrassment and mess you have to deal with afterwards.

After my fiasco in the bathroom was finished, I tried to fix my hair, only to have the unruly blonde locks disobey my every order and command, leaving the style I'd planned and just sticking up wherever it pleased. I sighed for what felt like the millionth time that morning and just gave up.

Breakfast was botched when I accidentally poured water in the bowl instead of milk…and didn't even realize I had until I took a bite. My poor mouth…it'll never be the same again, that's for sure.

And so, disgusted and traumatized, I left the house, only to realize I'd forgotten to put on my shoes. So I went back in and shoved on my black converse. I stepped out the door again, only to remember that I'd forgotten my bag this time. Aggravated, I kicked the door open once more and tore the backpack out of the closet.

I actually made it to the driveway…before noticing that my backpack was empty.

"If there's a god…he hates me." I muttered before storming back into the house.

Awkward as it is to ride the city bus, it's made even more so when you make to disembark, and fall flat on your face in front of everyone on the bus and waiting at the stop.

I pushed myself to my feet, brushing dirt off my black jeans and white hoodie. Great first impressions I was making in this city. I shook my hair out of my face and slung my bag over one shoulder before trying to make the best of my situation (namely, the people staring at me) and tried out a smooth, 'I-don't-care-what-you-think' walk…that came to an abrupt end when I tripped over my own feet. Not my fault really, you ever tried to walk like that? It's hard!

I wasn't all that sure where I was, I'd tried to memorize the map yesterday, so I could find the school. I wandered up and down the block it was supposed to be on. I spotted a group of buildings, one pink-ish, which I thought odd, one yellow, which was rather ugly, another blue, which I actually liked since it's one of my favourite colours, and one large main building in green. This looked like the school. And there were a decent amount of people my age milling about, heading inside.

However, a couple of things were off…like the redhead leaning against the wall nearby with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. This couldn't be the high school, not with Mr. Smoky nearby. I sighed. How the hell was I going to find the school now?

Because I didn't stop walking when I closed my eyes, I wasn't too embarrassed when I bumped into someone. I was, however, mortified when I saw it was the tall, green-eyed redhead, who was staring down at me strangely, that damnable cigarette still between his lips. My face grew hot and I tried not to stare. Turning my face away, I figured I'd try again to make the best of my situation…and hope that it didn't turn out like the bus incident.

"Could you, ah, tell me where Starlight High is?" I asked, fiddling with the strap of my backpack.

"It's right behind you, kid." I blinked back up at the redhead to see he was now staring at me amusedly, one eyebrow raised as he pointed a mocking finger over my shoulder.

"Wha?" I whirled around to stare back at the colourful buildings…only to see the large, bold letters that were clearly visible. STARLIGHT HIGH. "God I'm retarded…" I muttered to myself.

"Yep, you sure are," I turned to glare at the redhead as he flicked what was left of his cigarette away. "Later, Blondie." He ruffled my hair roughly, messing it up even more and permanently entrenching himself on my shit list. He sauntered away, each move smooth and natural, earning him envy from me as well. Why couldn't I be that graceful?

I slapped myself in the face, just as I heard the bell ring. Shit. And now I was late to boot.

I stomped down the hall, trying to find my first class, when I was stopped by some random adult, stating that I needed to get a late pass from the Attendance office. So, I went stomping back to the office. Sitting behind the shallow desk was probably the largest man in existence. His hair was a dark, strange orange-ish brown colour, sticking straight up. He was big, he was burly, and he, quite frankly, made me briefly have the thought of pissing myself in fright before running away, screaming like a little girl. Especially when he sighed and shook his head at me, eyes staring right through me, as if to berate my soul.

"First day, and you can't even be on time for that?" he muttered, sliding a blue piece of paper in front of me and tapping the top with a pencil. I quickly wrote down my name and the time before he circled "unexcused" on the pass and handing it to me, silent now.

"Um…I'm new here and…can you tell me where this class is?" I handed him my schedule, pausing to glance down and see the nameplate on his desk. Lexaeus? What the hell kind of name was that? …not that I'm really one to talk…but still.

Lexaeus leaned around me and pointed at someone. "You!" his voice boomed, making me jump and reconsider the whole, 'pissing-self-and-fleeing' idea. "Get over here and show the new kid to his classes for today."

Full of trepidation, I slowly turned and gaped as the same lanky redhead from outside came strolling boredly up to stand next to me. Oh please, I begged Mr. Lexaeus with my eyes, not Mr. Cocky Smoky! I've already embarrassed myself with him today; give me someone else to ruin my first impression with!

Giving me a full once over that I returned, Smoky winked and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. "A'ight, but only if you excuse me from first period."

"Fine." Lexaeus filled out a pink slip and handed it to Smoky, who snatched it up with a wry, cocky grin.

"Sweetness, let's go Blondie."

I glowered at the hated nickname that always seemed to be attributed to me as Smoky nudged me forward. I followed simply because I wanted to get to class and away from the redhead, who smelled like those foul things he puffed. "My name isn't 'Blondie'." I snapped, trying to fix my hair and failing miserably.

He laughed at me and gave me a playful punch in the arm, that didn't feel all that playful. "Right, you're Retarded."

"I'm ROXAS!" I yelled, my temper flaring.

Mimicking the exasperated, frustrated expression I apparently had on my face, Smoky mocked my angry tone. "I'm AXEL!" he gave me a rather harsh shove towards a door, that I promptly squashed my face against. "And here's your stupid math class!" he was still shouting, but that same, cheeky grin was on his face.

Happy to get away, I stuck my tongue out at him childishly before ducking into the classroom.

And since today wasn't my day, class had already started and everyone was staring at me. Even the teacher, who was, to say the least, the oddest teacher I've ever seen in my life. He was average height, looked to be in his late twenties, maybe early thirties, had bleach blond hair that was cut short and a goatee to match. Multiple piercings adorned his ear and he was dressed in a white t-shirt and blue jeans, looking just as bored as the students were with the class.

"And you are…?" he questioned, raising an inquiring eyebrow at me. I choked on some spit and started hacking and coughing, earning me entertained laughs from the class as they pointed and began whispering about me.

"Uh…" well, that was real intelligent…shit, what was my name again? Why couldn't I remember? Oh great, now they're all pointing and laughing again. I cleared my throat and tried to fight of a blush and failing. "R-R-Roxas." I stuttered, wanting to smack myself.

"What kind of a name is R-R-Roxas?" the teacher asked, frowning.

"No, it's just…just Roxas." I sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat. It seemed there was no way to redeem today. It was officially botched.

"Well, whatever Roxas, take a seat anywhere and pay attention." The teacher replied, sounding tired and, yes, bored. "I'm Luxord by the way. No need for Mister."

I quickly gathered my wits and shot for an empty desk I'd spotted in the back of the room. I sat with a relieved sigh, noticing that everyone was returning to talking amongst themselves and not even glancing up at the board where Luxord scribbled several mathematical equations. I pulled out a pencil and an empty notebook, preparing to take notes, when a piece of paper poked me in the arm.

"Eh?" I looked down to see a folded note next to my elbow. I followed the tanned skin of the hand that held it, all the way up a skinny arm, to an open, welcoming face adorned with the brightest smile I'd ever come across that early in the morning. "Wha?" spiky brown locks bounced as the kid next to me giggled, his blue eyes sparkling. He poked me with the paper again and I took it, if for no other reason but to get him to stop.

I opened it up and gaped to see all the equations written neatly at the top and each one broken down and explained in crisp, clear handwriting.

"I'm Sora." The kid held out his now free hand and I shook it numbly. "You looked a little lost, so I figured I'd help." He giggled again.

"B-but what about you? Aren't these your notes?" I tried to give the paper back, but Sora shook his head, fending me off with his hand.

"I make copies." He grinned in a silly way, holding up a small stack of papers with the same thing written on them. "So, you new here? I haven't seen you before!"

"Uh, yeah…I just moved here a couple weeks ago…" I muttered, reading over the paper and understanding math in a way I'd never understood it before. Wow, Sora was really smart…and he knew how to convey his intelligence to those of us who didn't speak nerd.

"Cool. I've lived here all my life. So I know everybody." He said proudly, pounding a fist against his chest. "I'd be happy to show you around. What classes do you have?"

I handed him my schedule and he read it over, muttering to himself as he scribbled notes in his notebook and on the paper before handing it back. I glanced down to see directions written down next to each class name. What building it was in, fastest ways to get there, and so on. Again, wow, Sora was a really smart guy…and nice.

"We have a couple of classes together, so I guess I'll see you in them too." He stood and I opened my mouth to ask what he was doing, just as the bell rang, answering my unspoken question. "Come on, you don't wanna be late to every class do you?" Sora held out his hand again, and I smiled for the first time that day. Maybe there was hope.

We walked out of class together, behind everybody else. Once we got out there, I started in the direction Sora pointed in so I could get to my next class, only to be stopped by a long arm wrapping itself around my chest, yanking me back hard enough to make me lose my balance, and I fell flat on my ass.

"Whoops, sorry there, ROXAS!" Axel screamed my name, grinning almost evilly down at me from where he stood, arms crossed. "Promised I'd show you around for the day to get out of class, and I always keep my promises." The way he said 'promises' made me shudder. Why did it seem like a dirty word the way he said it?

"Oh, hey Axel." Sora greeted the redhead cheerily, bouncing a bit as he waved at the guy who stood not even three feet away from him.

"Hey there, Sora." Axel said, never taking his green eyes off of me. I finally stood and brushed off my clothes again. I was sick of falling, and the morning wasn't even over yet.

I glared up at the redhead, hating how short he made me feel. "I don't need your help any more. Just say that you helped me and I won't say you didn't." I started to walk past him, only to smack into someone who was coming up behind us, sending both of us to the floor…again.

"Jeez, not making very good impressions, are ya, ROXAS?" My eye twitched as Axel shouted my name again. That joke was starting to get old. It wasn't even funny in the first place. And I wished he would quit pointing out the obvious, it only made me feel like a bigger dork.

"Nah, it's cool, Ax." The guy I'd body slammed stood and held out a hand to help me up. I glanced up at him and felt my jaw go slack. What was it with the people here. Did they all have crazy hair? First, Axel's obnoxious red that doesn't even look real, spiked low in the back, Sora's bouncy brown spikes that seemed to defy gravity and now…what the hell would you call that hairstyle? It was a mix between a mullet and a mohawk…

And it surprisingly looked good.

"I'm Demyx, by the way." The chipper blonde said with a laugh. "Not how I usually meet people, but hey, seizing the moment and all that jazz." He waved a hand dismissively. He had nice, big eyes the colour of the sea. Everything suited him. Except for his clothes, which looked almost exactly like Axel's save for a blue instead of a red shirt. I frowned.

"Roxas," I grumbled. "Sorry, I didn't see you."

"People usually don't…unless I make them." Demyx winked, and I could only guess at what he meant by that. He, too, took the unwelcome liberty of slinging an arm around my shoulders and ruffling my hair. At his point, I didn't even bother to complain or fix the mess. Why when it was more than likely going to happen again? "Heya, Sora." Demyx grinned at the brunet.

"Hi, Demyx." Sora smiled broadly. As he noticed me staring at him, he shrugged modestly and said, "Hey, told you I know everybody." The warning bell rang, signalling that there were only three minutes left until class started. "Well, guess that's our cue to go." Sora turned away with a wave. "See ya around, Roxas. Bye guys,"

"So, I guess we'd better get movin', huh, ROXAS?" Axel came over and took up residence on my other side. His arm overlapped Demyx's over my shoulder and they both steered me towards the direction Sora had pointed out earlier.

Okay, so I take it back…today still sucked.

And it didn't get any better as time wore on.

It was now lunch, and I wish I could say I was glad, but I wasn't. After each and every class, I was accosted in the hall by Axel and Demyx, who would drag me around the school, showing me what they could before throwing me at my next classroom door with only seconds to spare before the bell rang. How they got to their classes was beyond me.

"Roxas! Over here!" Sora called to me. I headed blankly over to an empty table he sat at. There was another kid there, deeply entrenched in whatever he was doing on his laptop. His hair was dark, held back with a red headband, and he didn't so much as look up as I sat next to Sora. "This is Pence, by the way. He's in the zone, so don't think he's rude or anything."

I nodded at that and only then remembered that my morning had been hell, which led to me being lunchless…and I had no money. Great. Have a bad day, go hungry.

There was a loud ruckus as more and more people came into the cafeteria. The people I assumed were the popular crowd, seeing as the girls all wore makeup and skimpy clothes, the guys were all built and attractive, and every single one of them had expensive bags, were bunched around several tables in the center of the room. There were a couple of smaller groups of people sitting at the tables in the corners, but none of them even gave the popular crowd a second glance.

"Damn it! I coulda taken him!" someone shouted. I jerked my head up to see Axel, Demyx, some weird kid with slate-colored hair that covered one side of his face with his nose stuck in a book, a girl who looked a lot like the bookworm, and a heated blonde wearing camouflage pants, a green vest and sporting an ugly looking black eye and a split lip.

"Quit acting like you're the shit, Hayner." Axel snapped. The others sat calmly at the table, as if nothing were out of the ordinary.

"Why don't you quit acting like a jackass?" the blonde, Hayner, growled.

Axel slammed one hand, palm down on the table, which just so happened to be in the spot right in front of me. I jumped at the loud bang, unable to take my eyes off of the pair, who were quickly gaining the attention of everyone else in the room.

Looming over Hayner, Axel smirked. "I'd advise you to shut your fucking mouth before I knock your damn teeth out, boy."

Hayner held up his fists. "I'm not afraid of you! Let's go!"

Axel straightened and, with a bored look, flicked Hayner in the forehead before sitting down. "Whatever, dude."

"So," Demyx spoke up, breaking the awkward silence that had previously been broken only by the constant tapping of Pence's fingers on his keyboard. "Anybody got anything edible?"

Sora nudged me in the side and I tore my eyes away from the newcomers to blink at him. "You know Axel and Demyx. That's Hayner, as you've probably guessed. Those two are Zexion and Fuu." Sora pointed at each person. He indicated the last two with a tilt of his head. "Zexion's always got a book on him, but don't ever suggest that he's emo, even if he looks like it." I nodded and Sora continued. "Hayner's always fighting with somebody, so watch out for him if he's in a pissy mood." Again, I nodded. "And Fuu…well…what to say about Fuu…she's really quiet…she can get scary sometimes, but she's actually really nice. She just doesn't like people all that much. Come to think of it... She hates everyone; there are just some people she hates a little less..."

I glanced around the table at the lot of them. So, now I had friends…sort of.

Question was; could I survive being their friend?

There 8D