A/N: Well, I knew that was going to happen. Saving The Lost came to a halt thanks to Writer's Block. Thankfully, I have this story to write for fun just to pass the time. Set in the future in an AU. Enjoy. :)

Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts and all related characters belong to Disney and Square Enix. All Oc's belong to me.


Passing The Torch

"Abigail! Hurry up or you're gonna be late!"

"Coming!"

Sunlight flooded the room of Fourteen year old Abigail as she shoved her homework into her backpack and gave herself a quick look in the mirror.

"Knew I forgot something," she said as she brushed her messy hair. The back wasn't hard, as she always wore her light brown hair in a braid. However, she gave up with the hair in the front. Thanks to the natural spikes she would often give up and leave it as is. Today was no exception.

Rushing down the stairs she flew through the kitchen.

"Love ya Mom, bye Mom," she called as she headed for the door, grabbing a bagel on her way out.

The red-head washing dishes only shook her head with a smile. "She's definitely her father's daughter."

Abigail didn't like running late to school. It wasn't because she was an egg head, she loved walking along the path that ran parallel to the beach. With tropical plants and bushes on either side of the path it offered a chance to collect her thoughts and enjoy the morning.

"Abigail!"

The brunette turned to see her friend hurrying to catch up. "Good morning, Storm," she said as he came to a halt and leaned against his knees to catch his breath.

"Guess I wasn't the only one who was running late," she giggled.

"I have my reasons," was all the boy said as he stood up. "You hear about Coach Wakka?"

His question caught Abigail off-guard. "What do you mean?"

"I hear he caught some nasty superbug, he'll be out for a while, and you know what that means,"

Abigail sighed. "Substitute teacher." And she had just gotten that memory out of her head. "Just please don't tell me we're doing dodgeball today."

"Dunno," he replied with a shrug, "but we might as well get it over with."

The school day kept with the norm. The jocks were being their usual selves, as were the cheerleaders and all the other groups that divided the lunchroom cafeteria. Abigail happily sat apart from the social labels as did Storm.

Storm was busy telling her and Kaze about the new gym teacher. "I'm tellin' you, this guy is no normal sub!"

"Let me guess, he gives you a motivational speech right? Probably just a newbie trying to earn some kinda extra cred," Kaze replied, taking another sip of his milk.

"Trust me, this guy is no newbie."

"What makes you so sure?" Abigail had let her mind wander, but that last comment caught her attention.

"He wanted to see us fight," Storm replied.

Kaze spit out his milk. "Dude, you serious?!"

"Shouldn't we tell someone?" Abigail asked.

"No, no not like that," Storm waved his hand. "He wanted to see our fighting skills, not punch each other."

It was clear to Storm that they still didn't get it. "You'll see what I mean."