A/N: Hey!! This is my first uber long FanFic. So yeah. I've got the majority of the plot line in my head, but I can always use ideas and inspiration :)) I'll say more stuff as I go along with this story. But for starters, I'd better get on with it....

Disclaimer: All I own are a half-drunken cup of Sunny D and this laptop. I do not recall purchasing a huge video game franchise.

I sighed heavily and looked down at my schedule. I had homeroom in 5 minutes with a Ms. Gainsborough, room 219. I closed my locker door and slung my black messenger bag over my shoulder and shoved the schedule in my back pocket. I walked down the hall, towards 219. Lemme just say that being the new kid is weird.

Herds of girls kept looking at me with wide eyes and kept giggling and whispering in their friends' ears. A few even asked me if I could sit with them at lunch. I answered, "Maybe, maybe not," They then would smile excitedly as if I actually accepted their offers. Not here too... I whispered in my head.

I reached the door to Ms. Gainsborough's room. I wasn't going to be early, God forbid. Students with tired eyes and bored faces entered the room, eventually followed by the obnoxious bell ringing. And then I finally went in. I expected an old, ugly, fat, hag for a Homeroom teacher again. I was wrong.

A young woman about 24 or 25 was writing stuff on the board. She was slender, tall, and had big aqua eyes. Being the 16-year-old mind I was, raging with testosterone, of course I was attracted. She looked at me and pushed a lock of brunette hair out of her face. "Are you Roxas Strife?"

I nodded and she smiled big and added, "Great!! I'm Ms. Gainsborough, but I prefer if you called me Aerith, and welcome to Twilight Town High School!!"

She walked towards me and turned to the class, "And class, this is Roxas. Be nice and make him feel welcome here. And Roxas, why don't we..." She started looking around for an empty desk, "... seat you in between those two." She pointed to the only empty desk in between two guys. I slowly sat down and tried not to look at my two neighbors. I failed at that.

The one to my left looked really weird in an adorable way. He had blonde hair that was styled into a mullet-mohawk thing. He also had big, light blue eyes and wore jeans and a T-Shirt. He was average height and slender. Sure, he was cute... but not worth going for. Cute? Oh yeah, I'm bisexual, in case you didn't figure that one out.

The other guy however... Wow. He had flaming red hair that was spiked back crazily and in a piece-y low ponytail. He also had these acid green eyes that stared into my soul. I could tell he was tall, even when he sat down, And he was... Really skinny. He wore black jeans, a yellow band shirt, and Converse. How do I describe him? More like... How can I? I'll be honest... he was beautiful. Gorgeous, even.

I finally dazed out when the mohawk guy leaned in and whispered loudly, "Hiya!! I'm Demyx!!"

Great. He was a peppy, happy guy. Those kind of people aren't my thing. I would've played nice, but I was exceptionally moody and bitchy today. "Roxas," I introduced.

"Roxas," he smiled big, "That's a nice name!!"

"I know," I irritation flooded my voice.

"So how are you? Do you like this school? Do you have any friends yet? Where did you live before? How old are you? Did that lip piercing hurt? Ouch!! Do you play an instrument? Maybe you could join my band!! What's your other classes? I have art next. Do you? Hopefully. Art sucks. Where do you live? Do you have a cell phone? Are you-"

"DEMYX!! SHUT UP!!" The redhead besides me turned and glared at Demyx. Demyx finally shut up and whimpered a 'Sorry.' I looked at the redhead and I noticed something odd. He had two teardrop shaped tattoos under each eye. Dude, you have no meat in you face... Well, some do, but he wasn't exactly Chubby Cheeks. He also was a pierced person like me. He had his eyebrows pierced and gauged his ears to about a 2g.

"Hey," The redhead smiled sheepishly, "Sorry about that. Dem just gets really vexatious,"

Vexatious. This guy was pretty smart; good vocabulary. "Gee... I couldn't tell," I sneered.

He laughed at my sarcasm and added, "Yep,"

He was short tempered like me, smart, and seemed to be edgy. It didn't hurt that he was hot, either. If only I knew his name. He looked at me, "So I didn't catch your name, Princess,"

My face blushed red. This guy was bold too. No one ever has called me 'Princess' before. Although I wanted to know his name, I wasn't going to let him know that. "That's okay," I looked at him with a smug expression, "It's not like you needed it. And it's not like you're gonna get it. By the way, do NOT call me 'Princess,'"

He tried to hide an amused smile, "Ouch. That hurts me; 'Princess' just suits you. And FYI, I do need it,"

"Why in the hell would you?" I looked at him with a venomous glower.

He tsked, "Such naughty, naughty language. And if I need it so I can find you if I ever lose your sexy ass,"

Okay. This guy was really starting to piss me off. Sexy ass? I'm not even going to touch that subject. "Look," I eased up slightly, "Valuable goods. You can look, but the touching is going to come with a price,"

"A price, eh?" He laughed.

"Yep. So you better apply for a loan because you won't be able to afford me," I shot him a teasing look.

"Nah, I think I can afford 12 bucks," He raised his eyebrow.

He did not just say that. What an ass. I tried to hide my laugh with a cough and said, "For the record, I neglected to ever become a hooker. So I feel that it is safe to say that I am worth at least a good six-figure amount,"

He gave me an impressed look, "Alright, fair enough. You win that round. So where did you live before here?"

I looked at him and rolled my eyes, "Destiny Islands,"

"So you were a big city kid? Fancy."

"Yep. I lived in the not-so-glamorous part, though. Y'know: gang violence, drugs, cops, crappy school, and shit like that,"

"Sounds fun," He said with no emotion.

"Oh, it was indeed," I replied scornfully.

"So I take it that you like it here more?" He asked.

"Nah... I mean, I don't have to worry about getting shot anymore, but I had friends there," I lied. The only friends I had were Sora and Riku. Who in the end, kept ditching me to fuck each other like dogs.

He looked at me, contemplating. Then he chuckled under his breath. "What's so funny?" I asked.

"Oh... Nothing..." He laughed harder.

"Tell me!!" I demanded.

"Okay, okay... So I can have a piece of your life story but I can't have your name, Princess?"

I tried to glare at him but I couldn't bring myself to, "What did I say about calling me 'Princess?!'"

"To not to," He pretended to be ashamed of himself.

"Right. So don't,"

"Alright, Princess,"

"DUDE!!"

"Sorry... It's just I can't call you anything else," He said, hinting for my name.

"Ugh. Fine. I'm Roxas," I said. He better give me his name in return.

He smiled, "Roxas. I like that name."

I tried to ignore the blush that was creeping up my cheeks. "So stop with the 'Princess' then,"

"Whatever you say... Roxy,"

"What!? Roxy!?" I groaned and gave up. Good luck getting him to stop with Roxy.

"Yep!! You are now dubbed Roxy,"

I slammed my head against the hard desk. All I asked for in the beginning was to zone out for the 20 minute homeroom period. And now I was known as Foxy-Roxy. I know he didn't put in 'Foxy,' but I could feel that part rapidly approaching. My forehead hurt and I still had 5 whole minutes left.

"So what class do you have next?" He asked me.

"I never got YOUR name," I replied firmly.

"Why would I give it to you? You might use it and find my address and come and rape me when I'm asleep," He grinned.

"Right. Because I rape every damn person who is a good foot taller than me,"

He ignored my sarcasm, "Wow, you must rape every person who crosses your path,"

"Fuck off. I'd like to let you know that I'm a good 5'5"..."

"And I'm six-foot-three,"

"So I get your height, but not your name?"

"Swear you won't rape me if I give it to you?" He asked discreetly.

"I can't make any promises," I shrugged.

He smiled ominously, "I like those odds,"

I looked at him. Was he gay or something? Doubt it. A guy as sensuous as him was bound to have a line [or five] of girls at his door. "So do I get your name?"

He looked at me. "Axel. A-X-E-L. Axel. Got it memorized?"

"Uhh... Sorry, I forgot already,"I smiled at him.

A/N: So how didja like it? Good, I hope. I would like to announce that reviews boost the writer's [my] morale and speed of a new chapter. So click the bodacious 'review' button and let me know what you think.

And for the record, this chapter was NOT meant to set up the plot line quite yet. That's the next chapter's job. So tell me what you think :))

~~ Sam