(Note: Here's my first Kingdom Hearts fan fiction, so be gentle with me, please. This is a new account, yes, but I've had another account in the past here. There will be quite a few pairings in this little plot, if all goes well, so here's hoping that I don't make too many typos. If I do, please, PLEASE, let me know. I'm shaky with the hands, and I may accidentally add, or subtract, a few letters from things. My mind's a bit off, too, so I may repeat a few things. Let me know about that, too. Anyhoo, let's start this show, shall we?
Disclaimer: I own NONE of the characters in this story. I'll only say it once. Got it?
Ah, and WARNING: This fic may contain the following:
- obscene imagery
- lemon/lime
- a love triangle (I may. . .)
- fluff (Which I know you guys love.)
- profanity
- the immense explosion of a few bear-like Heartless
- other things to come.
Well, enjoy!]
Roxas, along with half of the other class, jerked forward, the only thing saving them from impacting the seats in front of them being the seatbelts that they were force to wear. Some, however, had not followed the rules of seatbelts, and either hit their head on the low ceiling, toppled to the floor, or jerked forward, earning themselves a mouth-full of leather from the seat in front of them. A few people mumbled complaints of 'What the hell was that!?' and 'Ow, that hurt. . .", and much to his surprise, Roxas laughed, along with select few who had their seatbelts on. One of the unlucky rule-breakers happened to be Sora, sitting right next to Roxas. When he crawled back into his seat, having rolled to the center aisle of the bus, he met Roxas' laugh with a scowl.
"That wasn't funny. . ." Sora murmured, finally fastening the buckle to his seatbelt and rubbing the side of his head tenderly. Roxas examined the rest of the people on the floor or rubbing their heads.
"A bus isn't a safe place to be, Sora," Roxas reminded him, before taking a glance out the window. They had been driving nonstop for two hours now. He wanted some space for a while.
"Lately, neither is Twilight Town," Sora retorted, crossing his arms, "with all the Heartless appearing again, but do I wear a seatbelt then?" Roxas rolled his eyes. Sora had a point. But no matter the case, Sora was never safe.
"Hey, Roxas, where are we going again?" Roxas looked for the voice, and found a pair of green eyes lurking from the narrow space between the twin seats in front of them. He sighed.
"We're going to Camp of Hearts, Demyx," Roxas droned, keeping his gaze from the excited little orbs that Demyx called his own eyes. Demyx frowned, and moved his gaze to Sora.
"I don't understand, Sora. Why is the School going camping?" Sora shrugged, and let a grin creep across his face.
"Maybe this is a conspiracy! They're looking to make us miserable." Demyx chuckled at the joke, but he could feel a frown tugging at his lips.
"This month we've studied about the Amish, Sora. Our principal said that he wanted us to have a taste of the Amish lifestyle. . ." Both Sora and Demyx looked around the bus to find the source of the soft voice, but chatter was everywhere, and no-one had their eyes on the two of them. Roxas propped his head on his fist, and looked to the seats across from them.
"At least someone pays attention in class, Zexion." The other two's eyes went to a sweep of silver hair hiding the face of a reading Zexion.
"Amish? Then that means no technology!"
"Precisely," came a half-hearted reply of Roxas. Demyx clutched his head, gritting his teeth, as if in pain. Sora, however, kept his cool.
"Don't worry, Demyx! It's not like they'll check our bags."
"I don't trust them, Sora." Sora's smile faded. He unbuckled his seatbelt once more, and leaned forward as he saw the beckoning look in Demyx's eyes. He got closer to the narrow space.
"Why? What's wrong?" Demyx looked down as he reached into his hoodie pocket. Sora craned his neck to see what was going to appear from within that pocket. As Demyx withdrew his hand, an iPod Video, and a sleek, silver MP3 Player appeared in his hands. Sora suppressed an awed whistle. They both looked expensive. Seeing that Sora had found his treasures, Demyx hid the music players back into his hoodie pocket, and placed himself back into the narrow space.
"I just don't trust them, Sora. What if they do search our bags? They're bound to find my stuff!" Sora returned the lament with a smirk. Demyx raised an eyebrow at the gesture, but said nothing, knowing that Sora would have something to say.
"If you find the need to hide something, just come to Roxas or me!" He lowered his voice to a whisper. "We made secret compartments in the material of our bags, where we keep stuff, and not even Mom knows we have stuff in there!" Demyx's mouth was slightly open when he had heard this. He grinned a Demyx grin, and turned around in his seat as he heard foot falls approaching them. Sora scrambled to put his seatbelt back on as he saw Principal Xemnas casually patrolling the aisle. Roxas raised his head, making at least a bit of acknowledgement to his Elder as he passed, to which the principal nodded lightly in greeting.
"Suck-up," came the teasing sing-song voice of Sora when the Principal was out of earshot. Roxas rolled his eyes, and stared out the window at the endless trees that past the bus past.
"I would much rather prefer being a suck-up than an idiot student whom the teachers automatically blame for everything," came his response. Sora laughed, and followed Roxas' gaze.
"Yeah, you're right. That'd really suck, whoever would be like that." Sora paused, and suddenly his eyebrows knit, and he sent Roxas a glare more frigid than Professor Vexen's. "Hey, are you talking about me!?" Demyx burst into a round of laughter, while Roxas only smirked a bit, until he heard an odd noise. Roxas looked outside again, and began to see the trees in front of him moving by the bus slower by the second. He looked to his companions who now saw that something was amiss. Before Roxas and the others knew it, the bus was completely stopped on the side of the road. Only a moment of silence followed before concerned murmuring erupted from the bus. There was the sound of someone's throat being cleared, and everyone's eyes were on the person at the front of the bus, piercing yellow eyes boring into each of the students before him as he spoke with a superior, booming voice.
"Boys, girls, and teachers," began Principal Xemnas, "as you all have figured out, the bus has stopped. This reason of this is because the bus has run out of gasoline." This sentence was said with a bit of a sigh. "However, we will not be waiting for support. The camp is but a half-mile up the road. Instructions will be given to you by Mr. Luxord, so pay attention!" The principal took a seat, and allowed room in the aisle for a new man.
"Children! Am I audible?" came the British accent of Luxord, as he took out a piece of paper. There came the murmur of affirmative as he asked his question. Sora sank lower into his seat and looked to Roxas, as the two of them knew well that Sora wouldn't be able to keep up with Mr. Luxord's vocabulary. He promised that he would translate for Sora when the speech was over. When sections of the bus were called to stand up and exit the bus, Roxas filled his brother in.
"He wants us to be prepared to get a sheet of paper from Mrs. Larxene as soon as we leave the bus. And keep up with it. It has our room numbers on it. We'll unload the bus of all of our luggage, and we'll hike the rest of the way to camp. Simple, right?" Sora took on a concerned look.
"Uh-huh. . ." he agreed reluctantly, to simply keep his mind off of having to carry all of the unnecessary baggage he had carried to school with him that morning.
"Hey, don't sweat it, Sora," said Roxas. "Just think about it. I'll bet Kairi and Nomine brought twice as much junk as you did." Sora sneaked a glance at the two girls toward the back of the bus, and the hidden pouts they took on.
"Yeah. . .that's true. I think all of the girls did that." Roxas and Sora exited the bus, and each received their paper. They lingered to the side of the crowd around the mountain of luggage to examine their room number, comparing to other people they would have to room with.
"Look's like we're both rooming with. . .Demyx. . ."
". . .and Axel."
"Leon. . ."
"Cloud, and Zexion!" Sora chuckled. "Boy, Zexion's gonna hate life this week, with the roommates he has!" Roxas shared the chuckle, and the two made their way through the mountain of luggage, finding all of theirs before beginning he journey to camp.
(Note: This chapter's boring. If you're thinking that, I personally agree with you. But I have to start somewhere. Hopefully when they all get to camp, this story'll kick off a bit more. Thanks for reading so far. Please, read and review. I love review. See you next chapter!)
