A/N: This is a fanfiction issued as a challenge (on my forums, we have challenges for different things. This was in the Fanfic section), so it wasn't my idea. All credit to the sketchy plot design goes to Eternal Twilight on http/z14 . invisionfree . com/ Any And Every Thing (take out the spaces).
Disclaimer: I don't own KH. Oh, and I don't own Must Love Dogs either. That's where I got the 'emergency pants' from.
Chapter 1
Introduction AKA First Day of School
Roxas leaned back in his desk chair and sighed vehemently. He hated the first day of school. Hated it. There were always the little brats running around and screaming. The older kids he could deal with. However, the instant he could resurrect his father, he would, just to kill him again for even suggesting this job. He was, however, brought out of his seething mood by his secretary, Naminé, knocking on his door.
"Principal, sir?" The blonde asked, seemingly unsure of what to do. Behind her legs was a young boy, maybe five years old, clinging to her skirt, with tears brimming in his eyes. "We have a minor problem. It doesn't need you personally, but I have a simple question."
"What is it, Naminé?" Roxas asked, looking intently at the young boy, who had silver hair and golden eyes, an unusual combination. What Roxas really wanted to know was why the boy was about to cry.
"We need the emergency pants, and we don't know where they are!" Ah, that explained everything. "This boy here had a bit too much to drink, and didn't make it to the bathrooms in time…"
Roxas nodded, then stood up, walking to the small closet in his office, which would have normally held a principal's coats, but instead carried what the teachers termed 'the emergency pants'. He grabbed a pair from the shelf and smiled at the young boy, giving the pants to Naminé.
"Hello there. What's your name?" Roxas asked after kneeling down to the boy's height.
"My mommy says not to talk to stwangers…" The boy was still clinging to Naminé's skirt, apparently making himself invisible.
"How about this? I'm Roxas. I'm your principal!" Roxas smiled when the boy instantly brightened.
"I'm Xemnas! My mommy calls me her wittle 'Xemmy'." Xemnas blanched slightly. "Can I call you Woxas? I can't say pwrint…pinc…that wowd."
Roxas nearly died from the cuteness right then and there. He immediately stood up, smiling. "Most kids call me Roxas anyway. You're the first to ask me before saying my name! Yes, you may call me Roxas."
Naminé nodded to the other blond and left, only to be jostled by the most popular eighth grader in the history of the school. He had flaming red hair, tear-drop tattoos beneath his eyes, and was currently wearing an all black and skintight outfit.
"Roxas, I need you to change my schedule, now!" The boy said, fluffing his hair slightly. Roxas rolled his eyes and sighed. Not only was the boy the most popular in school, but also the most gay. Well, second-most gay.
"Why, if I may ask, Axel, do you want your schedule changed?" Roxas asked after looking at the one Axel provided. "Seems like you got every class you applied for!"
Axel rolled his eyes and plopped into the chair in front of the desk. "Yes, but not my P.E. class! I have sports! Look at my hair! See the gel in it? The wind will kill the styling! My hair will be flat! It's horrible!"
Roxas sighed, bending over to rest his head on the desk. "And why didn't you go to your counselors with this matter, instead of me!" He asked, picking his head back up.
"The other boys are all drooling over that one lady…and she's my counselor!" Axel crossed his arms and pouted slightly, eyes narrowed. Roxas could sympathize with the boy, seeing as he couldn't get through to Tifa either, what with all of the upper school's boys drooling over her, and tripping over their tongues.
"I'm sorry, but every eighth grade student must be enrolled in that class! It's a requirement made by the District, I can't do anything about it!"
Axel sighed, then, as if remembering something, nodded. "But…fine! At least make that 'Tutor' class go to Art instead. I can't stand Mrs. Schnell…"
"Okay, okay, I'll give you that one. Just let me print this out…here!" Roxas handed the redhead the freshly printed paper with his new schedule on it. Axel snatched it, then, smiling broadly, laid a kiss on Roxas's cheek, causing the said principal to turn bright red, and scream at him to get out of his office.
This day just can't get any worse…
