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To be a Hero
~Chapter 1: Twilight Academy~
The sky was dark, almost black, and threatening. Small oval droplets of water fell from the sky and thunder rumbled. Harsh winds whipped around the trees, throwing branches against buildings. Leaves sprung up; lifted into the storm.
A hooded figure walked aimlessly through the rain, with a dejected look upon his face. His long black coat swished with the wind, slowly becoming wetter. "Stupid weather man. Sunny and clear my ass" he grumbled, climbing the steps to an approaching building. Couldn't they be right for once? How couldn't they see this storm coming? He thought, bracing himself on the slick stairs.
A vast amount of steps swept upwards toward a looming brown building. Black iron curled around doors and morphed into gates like vines. At the entrance a bronze sign with swooping silver letters read 'Twilight Academy'.
Grumbling, the figure adjusted his side strap bag and opened the doors to the building. Blinding lights shown in every direction, causing him to stop and allow his eyes to adjust. He reached back and pulled off his hood; spiked crimson hair tailing behind. He hesitantly stepped forward, acid eyes darting to a clock.
11:34
Great. I'm just in time for lunch. He thought miserably. School should have been cancelled today.
He walked down the main hall towards a soft sound of chatter. Turning at a conjoining corridor, the hum of voices grew. It was crowded. Everyone was dripping wet; stripping themselves of their outer garments. At least I'm not the only one late. He smirked, passing a passing a petite blond girl who was covered head to toe in mud.
He stopped at a locker and opened it, stripping himself of his wet coat. He grimaced at his dripping bag and hoisted it in there as well. It'll dry. I hope. He locked his locker and headed further into the school. Upon passing a large window, he checked his appearance, hopping the wind didn't throw dirt on him.
His black tank was spotless, the only color coming from a swirling fire heart design in the middle of it. He pulled the shirt down lower, hiding a metallic red studded belt. His dark jeans had some grass stuck to the bottom, so he casually brushed it off. He re-adjusted his black choke collar so the chakram charm hung centered. With a quick brush of his hair he was off.
He entered the cafeteria and groaned. A line had already begun to form. Grabbing a cookie and chocolate milk, he joined the growing line of students. Glancing around the dull white plastered walls were all that could be noticed through the mass of teens. The dull black iron around the windows was an eye sore, standing out like a thorn on a rose. The line moved slowly, but soon he was at the front. After paying for his food, he found a secluded table and slunk down in it. Running a hand through his hair he glanced outside. The sky had turned an ominous shade of black, slowly lighting up with lightning, then growing dark.
"There better be a power failure" the red head growled, shoving a chunk of cookie into his mouth.
"ZOMGAXEL!" an overly cheerful voice rang out and said red head was glomped, causing him to sputter and choke on his cookie.
"Fuck Dem!" He wheezed "I told you not to do that!"
"Sorry Axel."
A boy, about the same age as Axel, clambered from behind him into a seat.
Axel regarded the teen with approbation. He was rather tall, though not as tall as Axel, with dirty blond hair styled into what could be called a bastard child of a faux hawk and mullet. He was over joyous and hyper and too caring for his own good. He loves water, which explained his oh-to-cheerful mood, and is an excellent musician. His name is Demyx. They met in grade school, and steadily grew inseparable.
"Axel." Demyx's sing song voice caught his attention. "Yeah?" He replied, resuming the task of cookie eating.
"I finished my costume."
Axel wheezed, choking on his cookie yet again. He can't be serious! Can he? He breathed in and looked at Demyx's cheerful grin. He sat there rocking back and forth in his seat, toying with his music note necklace, greatly amused. He wore a long black sleeved shirt, with various rips in it, with sparkly blue music note travelling up the sleeves. It complimented his blue jeans, which were also ripped.
"You're not seriously following through with this Dem" Axel stated nervously. "Are you?"
"Yup!" Demyx chirped and scooted closer to his lanky companion. Lowering his voice, he continued. "I've already weighed the consequences, and Tifa's agreed to hide me."
Crimson locks met the table and the owner groaned in despair.
Of course Tifa is supportive! She suggested this crazy idea in the first place!
"Don't be like that Ax! It's a reasonable plan for a great cause! Why won't you be supportive? Or better yet, come with me!" Demyx bounced around, poking the red head. "Please?"
Green eyes met blue. "No."
"Why not?! I support your decisions!"
Axel shifted, head resting on his arms. "Because my decisions aren't suicidal."
Demyx pouted, lower lip jutting out, and crossed his arms. Axel smirked. "Well maybe I will if you convince Mr. Mc Emo that this plan will be successful." Demyx was about to rebut when said lilac haired teen sat beside him. "I'M NOT EMO" he growled, bangs successfully hiding one glaring eye. He crossed his arms over his black clad chest, hiding a purple dragon design that engulfed his shirt.
Axel glared back. "Are too."
"Both of you stop being so childish" Demyx said.
Axel turned to him, raising his head. "Your one to talk, Mr. Hero."
Demyx stuttered, heat raising to his cheeks, and Zexion raised a questioning brow to Axel, who in turn smiled sadistically. Well, well, well, Dem is keeping secrets. "Shall I tell him, or will you?" Both turned to the water loving blond.
"Ah, well" Demyx started "I have this...plan...you see...it's really good but I don't know if it will work and Idon'twantyoutolaughatme." Both stared at the gasping blond, lilac haired teen confused. Demyx exhaled. "Please don't laugh, Axel's done that enough already."
Zexion nodded. Demyx averted his eyes and continued on.
"I have this plan to help people. I want to stop thieves and discourage murders and bring the moral of society up. I want to confront evil yet help from afar. I want to be noticed, yet remain a mystery. I want to be...a hero." Demyx stopped, eyes travelling to Zexion's un-laughing face. He nodded and looked around. With one hand he signalled the other two closer. "Tonight, when the Lunar Diviner strikes, I'll be there to stop him."
Zexion closed his noticeable eye, breathing in heavily. "And just how will you do that?"
Demyx grinned "With my awesome powers of water manipulation and dashing good looks."
Axel snorted and face palmed the table. Again. Zexion sighed, massaging his temples. "It sounds great Dem just..." He trailed off "...not reasonable. Many things can go wrong. You can be outnumbered, over powered, even killed. And your magic hasn't reached its full combat potential yet."
Demyx's grin dropped. If Zexion thought it was unreasonable, then there's no way it would work.
"But" Zexion started, catching Demyx's and Axel's attention. "I could make some charms and spells to help even the odds for you."
"OMGZEXIONYOUROCK!ILOVEYOU!THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!" Demyx swung himself happily around Zexion's waist, chanting loads of incomprehensible praise. Zexion blushed, futilely attempting to pry the blond off him. Axel groaned and faced the table. Again.
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The bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. Everyone gathered their belongings and headed into the halls. Zexion pried Demyx off him and bolted down the hall. Demyx muttered a quick goodbye to Axel before taking off after him. Axel shook his head, crimson locks falling around him, and opened his locker. He grabbed the books he needed, shoved them into his bag and hoisted it onto his shoulder.
BBBBBBBBUUUUUBBBBBBBBBBBZZZZZZRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
The warning bell for class sounded.
Ya ya, I'm going. Axel sighed, closed his locker and turned around, slamming into another person.
"Oowww" Axel groaned, rubbing his head. "What the fu-" Axel caught himself mid sentence and gasped. His cute blond crush sat opposite him, rubbing his head.
Roxas.
Roxas was the single, cutest person Axel had ever laid eyes on. He's short, with cerulean blue eyes and messy blond hair. Axel's eyes travelled over Roxas' body, evaluating his appearance. Today he wore a white short sleeved shirt with a broken heart design travelling up the side, which clung to him tightly. A silver chain with an 'x' shaped pendant hung around his neck. On his left arm he wore a black and white checker wristband; with a matching pair of rings on his index and middle finger.
"Geeze! Watch where you're going!" Roxas shouted, gathering his books and standing up.
He may look like an angel, but he has one hell of an attitude. And I love it. Axel thought to himself. He was smitten at first sight, and wants to get to know the petite blond better. This however fails to happen as said blond ignores him and avoids him like the plague.
And now's my chance to talk to him.
Axel stood up, towering over the blond.
"Sorry, I didn't see you there" Axel smiled sincerely, hopping to make some form of conversation with the shorter teen.
"What ever." Roxas brushed himself off and walked away, falling in step with a brunette haired boy.
Once they rounded a corner, Axel groaned and smacked his face into a locker.
Great job Axel. Blondie continues to ignore you.
PLITTER, PLITTER, PLAT.
Axel looked over to a window. The rain was beginning to pick up, hammering into the glass windows.
This day can't get any worse. Axel sighed, picked up his books and headed to class.
If only he knew how wrong he was.
Axel walked past the familiar bronze sign, with swooping silver letters, into his third block class.
Welcome to Twilight Academy, school for all gifted of magic.
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This is my first story, so please tell me how I did! ^--^ More chapters should be coming soon.
EDIT: Much thanks to QuirkyMundie for the constructive critism 3
Chapter with picture is on my da account (see profile)