Karin-chin: Yay! Another Namine fic!

Roxas: Except this time, it's only me with Namine!

Sora, Riku, Axel, and Demyz: WHAT!?

Karin-chin: Sorry, he's right, this is a Namixas fic

Sora, Axel, Demyx, and Riku: NNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Paring(s):

Namine/Roxas

Sora/Kairi

Axel/Larxene

Rating: T (for Teen) but it might be changed to "M" later on.

Summary: When they first met, she was a midget, he was a bastard. Now in college, she's still an insane midget and he's still a cocky bastard. Namine just wanted a normal college life, but that's not gonna happen as long as her neighbor is Roxas!

Disclaimer: Don't own Kingdom Hearts

Prologue: How it Began

"BANZI!!!!!"

The pile of leaves was disrupted and flown into the air by an unknown force. The force was laughing as they picked themselves out of the autumn leaves with a big grin on their face. The teacher nearby just glared at the child for being so disruptive at recess. She had specifically told the children NOT to play in the leaves!

The force, now known as a child, was a girl about the age of five, but due to height circumstances, she looked to be younger. Her big blue eyes shined with innocence and mischievousness at the same time behind big glasses as she stuck her tongue out at the old woman (A/n: picture the glasses to be the ones that Yamino wears from Matantei Loki Ragnarok or it's also known as Mythical Detective Loki Ragnarok too). Her one inch passed shoulder length blonde hair was in two low messy pigtails. They bounced with every high jump she took instead of regular strides due to her excitement.

Unlike all the other girls in her class, the youth wore blue baggy jeans instead of those girly pink dresses that you couldn't run around in with blue and white sneakers. She also wore a white baggy t-shirt stopping at her knees and a big salmon colored madras that was down to the middle of her shin and the sleeves went five inches past her hands. Despite the increase of clumsiness, you hardly saw the young girl without the madras for it was a gift from her older brother who was in high school.

PLOP!!!!

The leaves were disrupted yet again as the youth jumped in for another round. She was the only one doing the disobeying act against their teacher, but she did not care. If they would rather play with silly jump ropes and hop scotch instead of getting the thrill of jumping into leaves, it was their loss.

You see, she didn't have much friends. Something to due with the fact that everyone thought she was kind of a weirdo (I mean, what girl likes bugs and ghosts while being a major tomboy? And can say that she'll rule the world one day stated so casually?). Heck, the only friends she had was her older brother and his long-term girlfriend who looked at her as a younger sister and the girl looked at her brother's girlfriend as an older sister. They were so kind to her. It didn't matter if she didn't have any other friends as long as she had them.

She guessed the reason she didn't have any friends was because she was kind of out there. So what if she was an occult manic? Or a tomboy? Or believed that Pudge, a fish that she feeds a peanut butter sandwich every Thursday living in the bay, controls the weather?

Her mom blamed it on her brother.

BBBRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The bell rang signaling that recess was over for the children. Everyone scrambled inside to continue on with class for the rest of the day. The blonde girl sighed sadly as she looked at the leaves wistfully. With one last look, the youth joined her classmates inside.

Who know that that afternoon would change her whole life…

"Quiet everyone, settle down" the teacher told her rough housing class. Each student ceased conversing with their friends and waited for their teacher to speak. The girl in the back was also listening at her table.

She was the only one who didn't have someone sitting with them at a table.

"Now," the teacher cleared her throat as she began her announcement, "We have a new member in our class. Please treat him with respect and welcome him as you welcome your friends," she lectured them. When she was finished looking at them pointedly, she turned towards the doorway and gestured for someone to step in.

"Come now, don't be shy," she said.

As soon as their teacher said that, a boy appeared tentatively at the doorway. He stood at the front of the room uncertainly as everyone observed him. His golden blonde hair was spiky in a gravity defying way that reminded the girl of her brother's hair. However, his was like a whoosh or bed head instead of it being in all directions like her playful brother who she believed was actually a porcupine. His eyes were the color of the deep ocean shining with nervousness as the class stared back at him. He wore a blue t-shirt and beige shorts that stopped at his knees with navy sneakers.

He was a lady-killer, even at the age of five, that was for sure, the girl mused out as she remembered the same word her brother used when he was talking about some guy with red hair a year older than him. The girls were clearly smitten with the young boy as she noticed the hearts in her eyes and desperately trying to get his attention. Even the girl had to admit, he was cute, but it wasn't something to fuss over.

"Now class, this is Roxas Shihara. He moved here from Twilight Town. Please make him feel at home with us alright?" she asked looking straightly at some of the troublemakers in the class. They in turn, looked guilty at her.

"Moving on, today we'll be drawing pictures of anything that comes to mind. Whether it's your dog or a friend or—Yes?" she asked as she saw the girl with the oversized madras raise her hand, well, her hand covered by the sleeve but it was still her hand.

"Can we draw anything we want? Like zombies?" she asked curiously. The class snickered at her as the teacher frowned.

"No, none of that! No zombies allowed!" she snapped at the young girl. Everyone flinched except the girl as she just tilted her head to the side allowing some strands of hair to fall even more in her face.

"But you said—"

"Anything but zombies!" the teacher yelled out. The girl just shrugged and took out her art supplies nonchalantly making the teacher boil inside. This girl was definitely a pain like her brother all right!

"Roxas," the teacher said with a strained voice as she feared she might lash out at the blonde duplicate of her older brother that had left this school and never darkened her door again, "Please feel free to sit anywhere you like and get started on the assignment" she told him.

Roxas nodded and headed off.

The youth just hummed to herself a song that her brother was listening to called the Numa Numa as she drew her sketch. Since she couldn't do a sketch on zombies like she wanted, the girl had decided that she would draw a picture of Pudge the fish as a ghost/vampire fish while eating a peanut butter and blood sandwich and jumping into a pile of leaves.

Too engrossed in her drawing, the youth did not notice that she had company nor did she notice the obvious glares of jealousy she was receiving the whole time. Perhaps her brother would like this picture. He always loved her art and even encouraged her to draw more of this occult stuff saying that she had the talent to become a manga artist one day. However, her mother protested immediately saying that she was going to be a lawyer yadda yadda yadda.

Seriously, she was five years old for crying out loud!

It was then that the girl noticed she had company when she felt a slight pressure of something on her shoulder. She turned her head slightly to see the new boy hovering over her with his chin resting on her shoulder. Definitely much too close for her comfort.

The youth squeaked when she saw him and almost jumped a foot in the air. Her heart pounded rapidly for being startled so much. She placed a sleeved hand to her chest to calm her fast beating heart as the other covered her picture.

Not knowing what to say, she just settled for asking what the heck he was doing.

"Um… can I help you?" she asked uncertainly. He didn't say anything, but he pointed to her covered paper. He wanted to see her paper, she concluded. Still, she was confused. Was he mute or was he really shy?

Realizing that she hadn't answered his question, the girl shook her head rapidly as if to tell him "no". Her work was private and only her brother and his girlfriend could see them. A lot of people just make fun of her for them. It wouldn't matter since she just punches them afterwards, but it still hurt. She was an artist after all you know. And artist can be sensitive when it comes to their artwork.

He didn't leave. Obviously, he was a stubborn one just as she was. She didn't even know why he wanted to look so bad. It was just a drawing really.

But then again, her desire to be alone and finish her drawing had overcome her stubbornness. With a sigh of annoyance and defeat, she handed him her drawing. He took it from her and examined it silently as she watched him with half-lidded eyes in boredom.

She was expecting him to just give her the drawing and leave, but she got this instead…

"It sucks"

The teacher just sat at her desk in boredom as she looked outside the window. At times like these, she wondered why she became a teacher in the first place. All the job does is watch over loud snot nose brats and lose more and more of her sanity with each passing day.

With a sigh, she felt an ongoing headache as the children's voices of "FIGHT! FIGHT!" sounded in the background.

Wait—fight?

With a bad feeling in her gut, the teacher of the kindergarten class rose from her seat towards the commotion.

She had a really bad feeling about this…

Roxas wiped his nose from the blood coming out as he sat on the ground. He glared at the punch giver as she stood before him with an angry flush across her face and her eyes shining with blue fire.

She had punched him! The girl had punched him! She panted heavily as she glared down at him. Her chest was heaving up and down as her drawing was clutched close to her chest so much that her knuckles turned white.

They just stared at each other as the class was egging them on. They cheered for Roxas to get up and hit her back, but the teacher came before any more punching could take place.

"What is going on here?" she demanded.

"Weirdo punched Roxas in the face," a girl said as she pointed to the panting blonde accusingly. The audience nodded with her.

The girl didn't bother to protest for she was focused on glaring at the boy, and only at the boy. Her flushed face began to become normal again with each calming breath she took.

Now Roxas should've been afraid. He should've been crying like any other kid would when they got punched. He should've been blaming everything on her.

But for some reason, he didn't like her calm and collected as he just smirked at her.

"Nice look, insane midget"

"AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Roxas was rewarded with his goal of making her angry again. She was so angry, she pounced on him, pinning him to the ground, as she got ready to punch him again. The teacher screamed as she watched in horror as the girl punched Roxas again.

"YOU COCKY BASTARD!!!!!!"

That was the day Namine Haruchi met Roxas Shihara A.K.A the bastard from hell…

Karin-chin: There we go! There's the prologue to my first Namixas chapter story! I hope you all liked it so far and please remember to review on the way out.

See you next time!

Ja ne!

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