Okay, this is a story I wrote with my friend RebelHybrid. We were speculating what would happen if her OC Shea were gay or bi, and this is what we got- Shea meeting my character Hal, who is straight in my original story, but is actually gay here.

Usual Disclaimers: Anything at all from Kingdom Hearts is not mine. If it were, Riku would be trying to get into Sora's pants the whole game series. :)

Unusual Disclaimers: Shea, Luca, and other characters which we will mention later belong to RebelHybrid. Hal, Soren, Zahler, and other characters not from Final Fantasy or Kingdom Hearts belong to me. Ask permission if you'd like to use them. Also, all odd-numbered chapters or things from Shea's P.O.V. are written by RebelHybrid.

Pairings are, as of the first five chapters:

SheaxHal (shonen-ai/yaoi)

SheaxJusty

SorenxRiku (shonen-ai/yaoi)

SoraxKairi

AzraelxHal (in the past)

AzraelxShea (one-sided)

Confused? All will be revealed in time.

Enjoy the story, and please review. I like reviews- you like reviews. We all like reviews. :D

-Chapter 1-
-High School Never Ends-

-Shea's P.O.V-

Let me start by saying one thing: I HATE SCHOOL!

Always have ever since I was little. Probably because for me, I know the stuff already, thanks to my brother using me as a guinea pig when I was a small innocent child for an online school that went from grade school to PhD level for college that he just wasn't sure about, hence as to why I have a college diploma for international studies and journalism hanging on my bedroom wall when I'm still 17.

Maybe it's because I just don't get along with my teachers, whom in my opinion are more like paid babysitters than educators.

Or it could be that I learn best out on the field, applying what I've been taught and frequently using sort of a hand on approach to school. Experience and time are life's greatest teachers right?

Personally... I think it's all three... anyways, no matter what the reason is, I hate school.

Now this little tangent explains my current predicament... somewhat... see I happen to be known as a rascal/prankster at the high school that I've been forced to go to and the principal and I don't see eye to eye.

Which is why I'm sitting in the main office waiting for my brother so the old crone can rant and bitch about my latest "magic trick": making the air conditioning/ ventilation system disappear.

It was a very simple prank I had pulled before school that involved explosive chemicals from the science wing and a lot of luck.

And that also explains why my clothes looked like I stole them from a hobo and then failed at trying to blow myself up.

Needless to say that this would probably be the talk about this being the third and last time I've done something like this and me being sent to military school (she always said that she would do it and she's the serious type).

So here I am, in burnt clothes, awaiting my sentence.

"Ah, Mr. Alister! Please come this way, your brother is just outside my office."

The old crone had finally arrived with my brother, Gabriel or "Gabe" as close friends (and me) called him, right behind her. Yeah, he's been taking care of me since our parents left and even though he's 27, he's making some decent money as a college professor, but he has a little trouble keeping his pants on...

And apparently, he went a little too far this time as he walked in wearing casual clothing than his normal professor uniform/outfit, which meant only one thing...

Seems that both of us were having one of those days...

I don't know when I started being such a problem child, exactly, but I do know that it happened after my parents left.

My family has been the kind of people that would help anyone in need, no matter who they are and what their situation is, ever since the beginning...

This leads to us having a lot of friends... and a lot of enemies.

So my parents moved us from a port city to Destiny Island so my brother and I could try and live like normal kids in a loving family.

It worked... till I was 10.

One day our parents left and never came back, leaving my brother at the age of 20 to take care of both of us...

It's been seven years since that day and we're still having a hard time with it.

"Shea? Mind getting your head back in the car before it's lopped off by traffic?"

I sighed and obeyed, begrudgingly leaning back into the seat while watching the scenery speed by, letting the breeze dismiss my carsickness. "So what have you heard about this 'Frontier Academy'?" I glanced at my brother for answers.

He looked young for his age, then again so did I, which is common for Hybrids...

Yeah, ladies and gents, I'm not human, you can scream in terror or whatever it is stupid people do when they find something out that they weren't expecting.

Now you're probably wondering what the blinking hell a Hybrid is, right?

Well, a Hybrid is of an ancient race that looks like very weird humanoids... but thanks to wars and people being idiots, there's not a whole lot left out in this big world we live in. So that makes us so goddamn special, we're on the endangered list!

And my brother and I are very special Hybrids... which makes us even bigger targets, so we're been telling everyone that we're normal people with a disease that is hereditary and can't be transmitted to stupid people. So far it's worked... eh, for the most part...

There have been instances where my brother and I have 'acted' out leading to things being mysteriously destroyed beyond belief and where our eyes look like we're wearing special contact lenses...

When a Hybrid gets mad, our pupils slit and we go all hell-bent.

Gabe's used this on various dickheads and I've used this on the entire football team and various jocks that should have had kept their mouths shut at the time.

But anyways...

My brother has always been the one that was considered to be attractive. Having blond hair that darkened at the tips, light tan skin, and crimson eyes that smothered girls when they made direct eye contact helps.

As for yours truly... I'm considered as an oddity, a freak, etc. I have bronze skin 'cause I'm out in the sun most of the time (doing surfing, skateboarding, parkour, etc.), messy hair that was auburn brown with bits of blond showing through with my bangs being almost silver in color, a side braid/ponytail that has been there ever since I was little, a weird birthmark on my right eye, and then there's the kicker: my eyes.

My right is ice blue and my left is bright amber that makes normal people shiver and book it when I make direct eye contact with them, which doesn't help me at all. In fact they've made me into a target for those that think that can beat the shit out of me easily, which in turn has made people think that I'm a delinquent and a bad ass when I'm just a dork who has two different personalities that talk in my head and sometimes come out...

Yeah, I'm a freak.

Gabe looked at me. "I've only heard rumors of it and even then I don't know that much, but I do know that it's not a military school, otherwise they wouldn't have requested us. It's probably some out of the way private school-"

I nodded my head, noticing that we were driving into the oncoming traffic lane, and grabbed the wheel to safely direct us back in our lane before we got bulldozed by an 18 wheeler. "Gabe! What the hell? Watch where you're driving; you could have killed us!" I went back to my normal position in the passenger's seat of the car and back to watching the scenery. "So it's a private school, which means that there's uniforms... damn it. What else do you know?" I hate uniforms...

"Well, it's kinda hard to get kicked out of this school and it runs differently than most private schools... or that's what I've been told. Think of it like this: a new start, for both of us..."

"Yeah, maybe..." I felt a smile grow on my face. "I just need to stay away from chemicals and you need to keep your pants on..." I mumbled and closed my eyes for the rest of the ride...

I woke up when Gabe punched me in the arm and groaned in response. "What the hell...?"

He was already in the standard teacher's uniform. "We're here. I'll wait outside while you change into your uniform."

"Wait, where- when did we get uniforms, we just got here!"

"They came in the package your principal gave us, now hurry up; school already started." He exited out of the car and sat on the hood, waiting for me.

I reached in the back for the open box and looked at the uniform with skepticism, shrugged my shoulders and changed in the back without worrying about anyone peering inside thanks to the darkened windows that Gabe installed in our car.

What the hell is this? Harry Potter mixed with Fight Club?

I stared at the huge interior of the school, which, may I add, is completely made of glass, in awe because that was the only expression I could muster up in response to this situation.

Gabe waved his hand in front of me. "Hey...Hey... Shea, are you in there?" He snapped his fingers and then punched me as hard as he could in the shoulder, making me lose all feeling in my arm. "Wake up before someone beats the shit out of you."

I saw a pirate and a ninja beating the shit out of each other and immediately understood what he meant. I walked along, carefully making my way through the crowds of students so I couldn't give anyone ammunition before I knew what the hell was going on at this place.

This is definitely not a military school.

As my brother and I walked through the halls, I counted 32 knights, over 100 pirates, ninjas, and mages (as they were flying on whatever they could get their hands on throwing magic at each other), a colorful variety of monsters (since they didn't look like people at all), and one very unlucky kid as I watched him being blasted by a stray spell right in the middle of a fight blob, then he turned into a freakin' huge dragon and proceeded to whip everyone into walls like they were nothing.

"So where's the dean's office?" I asked with my concept of reality flipped on its head, hearing glass crashing somewhere upstairs.

"I think it's this way..." Gabe answered as we heard noises that definitely didn't sound like a normal conversation from somewhere upstairs.

My brother and I turned the other way and walked as fast as we possibly could without drawing attention to ourselves.

"Shea Ryan Alister?"

I snapped out of my train of thought and blinked a few times at the old man that had called himself the "Dean" that sat on his desk in a meditative position. "How-" I looked at my brother for help but he looked just as confused as I was. "How did you know my name?"

"I know everything." The "Dean" smiled in such a way that I slowly inched my way towards the door. "I'm just kidding, I read your file." He waved what looked like a file that was way too full and fixed with duct tape. "It's an interesting read..."

I told you that my old principal and I didn't see eye to eye. "When did you get that?"

"Oh, I requested it after you led that school riot that was on the evening news... I must say that I'm intrigued by the progress that you've made outside of our school, more so by you than your brother, Gabriel, though he's right up there on my list as well. May I ask what's wrong with your eyes?"

I covered my left eye as soon as he mentioned it. It's become a reflex to do that whenever someone mentions my eyes. "It's heterochromia. I've had it ever since I was born. What's the big deal?"

The "Dean" switched into wise sage mode and shook his head with a smile on his face. "Your eyes show an internal conflict that has only recently been resolved, something that I haven't seen with anyone, let alone with a Destiny Aura Hybrid, a rarity in your race, I might add."

Holy shits.

"Anyway, I have a feeling that you'll feel right at home here at Frontier Academy, Shea and Gabriel." He leapt off the desk Yoda style, and I realized just how short this old fart was as he handed Gabe 2 badges.

They were a stylized flame and mountain.

I was about to protest about how he got badges when I didn't get any when Yoda Dude threw 4 badges at my face, each coming at a different angle.

Thank God for parkour as you gain ninja skills, which in this case came in handy.

They were some flashy looking thing, a cross with bat wings, a transparent glass medal with wind designs on it, and a stylized raindrop.

"Both of you are required to wear those at all times here at Frontier. Now get to class and enjoy the rest of the year!"

Gabe was the first to exit and I followed suit, hearing the "Dean" quietly mention something about Kaeding and that it was a shame that there were none at this school with a sarcastic tone in his voice.

Believe it or not, I may act like a fool, but I am in no way a fool in real life.

So note to self: Stay away from the "Dean". He knows things.

I like the uniform for this school, and that's saying something.

It's basically a white shirt, blue pants, blue jacket, a blue and silver tie, and boots.

First off the blue isn't like a pastel shade of the color that screams at you or a boring blue that most schools pick for the uniforms but a subtle midnight blue, which is one of my favorite colors.

Second, the staff doesn't really give a damn how you wear the blasted thing, just as long as you wear it. Unless you're one of those overachieving scholarship kids. I never really liked those kids...

This made me happy... for the most part. The badges were a minor inconvenience.

Gabe wore it like people normally wear it: jacket open, shirt buttoned up all the way, tie straight, you know all that shit...

As for yours truly, well... I wanted to turn some heads at this school.

I made sure that I was showing a bit of skin by leaving the top and bottom buttons on my shirt was undone, my pants hung a bit lower on my hips, my sleeves were rolled up 3/4 of the way, my tie was very loose, my belt hanging on my right hip, and the final touches being my leather wrist band, chain hanging on my left hip, and my black converse to give sort of a 'sexy badass' look or something like that...

We learned from various students that were skipping class what the badges represented (it was brief since they were apparently scared of me when I showed them my badges and ran like the Devil himself was after them) as we searched for Gabe's classroom so he could start doing his job.

This is when we also found out about Mr. Wright, a violent history teacher that sent a good number of students to therapy after showing a detailed movie on the French Revolution due to his sadistic view on history.

We also found out that Gabe was the replacement and was seen as a ray of hope in the eyes of the student body once he explained to a good number what his view on history is, though I had to cut him short as he started to rant about Socrates...

"Shea? Would you please put your damn jacket on?"

"Why?"

Gabe sighed. "Because it makes it easier for people to see your badges... and you're upstaging me..."

I sighed and wore my jacket, leaving it open. Only two of my badges showed but I didn't give a damn.

I didn't even know why I had 4 for crying out loud!

From what we had found out I had Light, Darkness, Wind, and Water.

Gabe had Fire and Earth.

We entered the courtyard to continue the search for his elusive classroom; him observing the architecture and myself being tense from all the fighting that was going on around me. We had just about entered the hallway when fireworks went off.

Gabe and I switched to being on the defensive when we saw movement through the smoke.

I snapped both hands back and two weapons materialized in each hand, something I've been able to do just recently like a few weeks ago during a fight with the football team... one was our family's sword and the other was a sword that was shaped something like a key...

I was ready to attack first when Gabe grabbed my arm and shook his head, telling me to wait before attacking.

The smoke dispersed and met with what I guessed to be the Welcoming Committee, thanks to the huge welcome banner they were holding up and the cheesy grins on their faces that rivaled those I've seen on the old sitcoms.

I counted 6 guys, 3 girls, and one teacher that seemed more interested in his book about sleeper cells and torture than anything else going on around him.

One of them, a guy around my age and height with brown hair that seemed to defy the law of gravity jumped out of the blob. "Welcome to Frontier Academy! You two must be the new guys the 'Dean' told us about! I'm Sora!" He extended his hand towards me.

I looked at him and the rest of the group with my skeptic look that had earned me the nickname 'Jack Frost' back at my old school. "Shea." I didn't disarm myself but that didn't seem to faze the happy squirrel one bit.

He saw the strange sword in my hand and I swear to God that the smile on his face went from ear to ear. "Cool, you can wield a Keyblade too!"

So that's what it's called… a Keyblade. Interesting.

He continued to talk but I tuned him out and cut through the group, disarming myself as I walked.

"Well, he's rude." I heard someone in the group mutter, but I really didn't give a damn what that person thought of me.

In front of me was a guy that was rather good looking. He had blond hair that was in a disarray of spikes, pale skin, and eyes that were the perfect ocean color.

But from the way he wore the uniform, with the tie in a half-Windsor knot and the jacket buttoned up all the way, I knew that he was a scholarship kid.

And I seriously disliked scholarship kids.

From what I've experienced with scholarship kids, I've learned this: they think they're better than you, and will gladly rub it in your faces while acting like total dickheads. And when you ask for their help with something, they make fun of you! They just make me wanna... ugh!

Scholarship Kid and I bumped shoulders as I headed for somewhere other than here.

"Watch where you're going, butthead." He muttered under his breath, loud enough for me to hear.

I stopped dead in my tracks. Butthead? Now I was pissed! I glanced at him, hoping for some ammunition to use against this guy when I noticed a nice red mark on the side of his neck. A hickey? And it was new too...

I smirked. "Sorry, whore."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw that the teacher who was reading now looked surprised as I heard several gasps and a "oh crap" come from the posse.

He froze and exhaled very, very slowly.

I started walking again when without warning he grabbed my shoulder and slammed me into the nearest row of lockers so hard that the metal bent. It was that hard, I mean, even I can't do that, and I've tried everything. He moved his hand to where my neck and shoulder connected and held me in place so he could get a good shot.

I guess you could say that this is where everything started: getting my ass kicked by a scholarship kid on my first day at a new school.

Normally, I would whoop his sorry little ass, 'cause hell, I've beaten the entire football team and they were twice his size, but I couldn't. I just stood there staring at him, unable to bring myself to do anything.

Let me explain why:

Everyone has a weak spot, and whatever that weak spot is affects everyone differently. Mine is kind of hard to explain, as it's my neck and shoulders. For some reason I'm very sensitive there and if anyone so much as touches me there with the right pressure, I become submissive, hence as to why Gabe calls it the "sweet spot" and has threatened me for years that if I ever get a significant other, he will let them know about that little secret ASAP. If the pressure's too great, my body gives in and I go limp and absolutely useless. Either way, I can't physically fight back.

And because of that, I've been very guarded of that area, meaning no kissing, massages, or touching of any kind. Sometimes even breathing in that area can do that to me.

But now this complete stranger had me in a vulnerable position and was going to kick my ass.

I'm a dead man.

At least... that's what I thought...

I could easily see the anger in his eyes as he readied his fist to knock my lights out when he saw two of the four badges on my jacket. The flashes of blue in his eyes stopped, his fist lowered, and the anger changed to shock.

That's when I noticed the heat that radiated from him. It was the kind people wanted, like being in someone's arms or wrapped in a nice warm blanket, and my heart started pounding but it wasn't fear... it was excitement. Dangerous thoughts regarding the two of us somewhere, alone, came to mind as his warm, smooth hand slid to my neck. He leaned forward to say something in my ear and I thought my heart was going to explode.

"Stay away from me."

Then he walked away, just like that.

I slid down till I was sitting down with my back against the lockers, dazed that all of that just happened and that this guy had affected me like this... then it changed into anger that he had the fucking nerve not to finish what he started, and that is a huge no-no with me. If you start a fight with me, then you finish it. "You...You..." My aura darkened as I slowly got up on my feet and I destroyed all the lockers that were on that side of the hallway with a single touch. He seemed surprised as he looked at the destroyed lockers as I summoned the two weapons again, this time they fused into a spear which never happened before. "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" I yelled at the top of my lungs hearing the other two voices speak with my own, causing what I said to echo as I knew that my pupils were slit, throwing my weapon with every ounce of strength I had left in my entire body.

I should have seen it coming; I should have, as what happened next was probably the most unbelievable thing I had seen so far in my entire life...

He rapidly unsheathed his sword and in a blaze of fire knocked the spear away. The weapon spun in the air and separated back into my sword and Keyblade as the blaze pushed me back a foot or so, my badges landing on the glass floor the same time my weapons lodged in the glass, quivering.

No fucking way...

I fell to my knees in amazement and shock that he was able to do that so easily, and I was afraid of what he was going to do to me now that I was unarmed and at my weakest.

The flames grew more intense in heat and the color changed from red to purple.

I just stared at the glass floor and at my badges when I saw his smile reflected from the glass as he pointed the sword at my throat. The flames enveloped me, licking at my skin as if they wanted to devour me.

But it didn't hurt, it just felt as warm as he did, and I found myself wanting this... wanting him...

My mind dug up the dangerous thoughts again as I came to the realization that I was absolutely powerless compared to this guy and that he was in complete control of the fight... and me...

The sword tickled my skin as it moved up my neck and forced me to look directly into his eyes, those amazing ocean orbs with a violet hue around the pupils that I was now drowning in, those eyes that I now realized were so familiar, but I couldn't remember where I had seen them before. They seemed to scream out one thing-

You're mine now.

And that was the last thing I remembered of my first day.

-Chapter 1: End-
-Song: High School Never Ends by Bowling for Soup-