OK, so this is my latest fan fic. I recently wrote a AkuNami One-Shot for my friend InfinityFantasy and it got alot more attention than I thought it would, some really good reviews, so I figured I'd try my hand at a full fic and see how that goes. Now, I don't expect this to be super-de-duper long. So maybe 5-7 chapters. So expect the next chapter soon, and if you read "Three" that will be up also. I plan on finishing it today. Other than that, enjoy!

"When We Ruled The World"

Me and my friends were it. Which pretty much means that we were the coolest of the cool. OK. No, actually, we weren't. We were just the people who were chosen to stand up in the school council. Our school council isn't the normal kind though. It's the each stereotype/group chooses a representative and we all meet in the run-down gym just outside the school grounds where old campus used to be. Even the higher-up popularity representative came every week. Fashionably late, of course.

I was the "quiet loners" group rep. Yes, I said was. I used to be, and no the "quiet loners" did not mutiny one me and throw me out.

This isn't the point though. The point is who the others were.

There was Xion, who was actually on the student council, and ruled over the meetings. We didn't pay much attention to her, but overall, when two groups fought, she was the one who stopped it. So she was important, but her sway was more in the actual school rather than in this council. She's not a big part of the reason why I'm now the "used to be representative" though.

There was Kairi, the cheerleader, overly perky representative. She was a cool girl, but the only time we ever talked before was in these meetings. Mainly because her group on social charts was much, much higher than mine. Heck, my group is just above Xion's, and the list ends there. Quiet loner's don't get much respect obviously.

Then there was the jock representative, Riku. I didn't talk to him, ever. I don't speak moron very well. Not that all the jocks are morons, but this dude liked the juice if you know what I mean. Even more, he loved objectifying women, so every other line out of his mouth was a bad pick up line. This being the reason for the "I don't speak moron" bash.

Other than them, there were emo representatives (a guy named Zexion, I think), one for the gay pride group, the regular loner group, gangs group, wannabe group, etc. However the only other two worth mentioning by name are Axel, and Larxene.

Larxene and Axel were the popular representatives. Yes, they have two. Why? Because it's the only way we can get them to come. No one ever talked to them. They talked to each other, set out their warnings, wants, and threats and then left.

But here's how I became a "used to be" with everyone else.

One day, Axel came alone without Larxene, and he kept watching me. Honestly, at first I thought this meant he was plotting my death. Come on, he's like six foot, wears a black trench coat most of the time, has tear shaped tattoos under the eyes and flaming red hair similar to Riku's but longer. The style went down behind his back and spiked randomly. It was about to the end of is shoulder blades. Riku's was to his shoulders.

The point is, Axel doesn't look like the kind of guy who would come over just to say hi. At least not without a group of ten and a knife behind his back. So when he came up to me winked I thought it was like getting a target on my head, and as much as Axel didn't mean it that way, it totally was.

See, Axel meant it in a 'the second you walk out that door I'm randomly kidnapping you to talk to you' kind of way. The other populars after finding out took it as a 'it's time for you to go bye, bye' sort of way, but now I'm getting ahead of myself.

The way the populars meant it comes later in the story. I know, disappointing, but to really understand the situation, you can't know right away. Which brings me to the day this all started.

I was gathering my usual stuff after the meeting, nothing major. Other than my obvious spooked out state of shock after one of the most popular guys in school winked at me. I grabbed my textbooks and home work nonchalantly, my copy of the fourth book in The Mediator Series (which I had recently found in the library's paperback section) by Meg Cabot and left without a thought.

Now see, the scenery near the old abandoned gym is mostly trees. Behind it there's a huge forest that's fenced off dude to student trying to escape from school by trekking through them, and on the side there's vines and over grown, not properly taken care of shrubbery to boot. So when a hand came out and pulled me into them as the rest of the crowd moved ahead to the parking lot, I was quite shocked. Added with the fact that I'm always the last out of the building, no one saw. Maybe that's why he chose me too, but regardless of the reason, he did.

"Be quiet." He whispered in my ear, with his hand clasped over my mouth. The other arm was around my mid-section as he dragged me through the ruff shrubbery in the small gap between it and the gym's brick wall. Which, of course, tattered and dirtied my poor, perfectly white dress. Oh, and not to mention cut my legs up seeing as my dress only goes down half my thigh. So by the time we were out of there I was sure I was going to die.

Instead he grabbed my wrist forcefully in an iron grip and pretty much threw me into the backseat of his car. Which sent all my books in my matching white bag flying. So while I gathered them and the notes he jumped in the driver's seat and sped off.

I looked around out at the windows frantically, just trying to identify where we were going. I did so successfully and was quite shocked when he pulled up to my house. Yes, he pulled straight into my house's driveway and said, "Is anyone home?" Without even looking at me.

I replied with a meek, "Just my mother."

Immediately after he unlocked the doors and grabbed me again to pull me to the front door. Then surprisingly enough, he let me go. I looked at him not knowing what to do until he pointed at my bag and the lock. It took me a minute to get it, but my mother always keeps the door open if she's home so I just turned the handle and went inside.

He didn't even wait for me to offer to let him inside either. He just came inside and kicked off his shoes politely at the door. Which I was surprised about with his current treatment of me, but looks are deceiving. So I did the same knowing that my mother would freak if there was a speck of dirt in the house.

I love her, but she's more of a clean freak than me.

Axel stood there looking at me again so I gestured to the wooden oak stairs and he quickly jumped up them two at a time while I followed shortly behind.

My house was pretty much decorated in country décor. Hard wood floors, big rugs in the centers of the rooms and the furniture was always a light tan color that matched the oak wood frames, that matched the floors. It was all very matching, all the time, but that's how my mother liked it. She often hung baskets on the walls too as decorations. It all had a very homey feel.

So I'm sure after Axel went from the downstairs to my room, he was very shocked. See, my room is pretty much all white. White walls, white desk, white dresser, white doors, white carpeting (which is a pain to keep clean), white bed sheets. It was all white. Except for my cloths, and other various decorations scattered about.

Again, I looked at him and gestured that he sit in my baby blue (yes, baby blue) computer chair while I took a seat on my bed. I figured that I'd better not talk until he did. I mean, I don't think he'd take me to my house to kill me, but I didn't exactly think I could ask either. The one time I used my voice with him I could barely speak, so I wasn't about to attempt again.

He looked at me and sighed, "As cliché, and stupid as this sounds, I need your help. Actually I need anyone's help, but for now, you'll do."

Yes, when he said that, I wanted to hurt him too. 'Anyone will do.' Well go get someone else then! Well, that was my first thought at least, but he wasn't finished talking, and that's when I became a used to be. This exact moment right now. I don't know why I agreed to help him at first, I really don't. . .but if I did it all over again, I'd do the exact same thing.

Why?

Because if I hadn't of done what I did. I would've always been stuck being the 'quiet loner' Namine freak, and that's something I never want to be again.