So. I'm actually writing one of my favorite pairings in a fanfiction. Yeah. This really is kinda weird for me, so I don't know if I'll complete it, or even write another chapter. sigh Comment telling me what you think I should do with it. Its always nice to hear other people's opinions, after all.

Anyways, this chapter is completely in Roxas's point of view. If I do write more, it'll probably end up switching between him and Axel.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts, even though I want to very badly... of course, I would probably end up completely ruining the story line with a bunch of odd pairings, but... you know.

Warnings: In this chapter, there will be swearing. And a bit of Axel-bashing.

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Ok, for those of you who have read this story:

I'm redoing it.

I am rewriting each chapter individually. There may be some new things in it, so I suggest reading each chapter again (however right now I only have redone the first chapter... I'll try and get another chapter out each week)

Anyway, thank you for reading~~

I love you guys.

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I somehow always knew that the person I would fall in love with would be different.

Little did I know how different it would be.

It all started when we met...

My friend Olette smiled gently at me as students shoved past me to get into the classroom.

"You'll be fine," she said, patting me sympathetically on the shoulder. I didn't even bother to shrug it off.

"Then why am I so worried," I grumbled, crossing my arms.

She laughed quietly and said, "It's okay, Roxas. It's only one class. The rest of them, you'll probably have with me, or Kairi, or another one of us."

I sighed. "I know, Olette. Anyway, you gotta get to class." Her class was on the other side of the school, after all.

"Yeah. You'll do fine," she said more firmly as she turned away. "Make some friends or something!" she called back over her shoulder. I frowned and walked into the classroom.

I was very nervous; I was a junior in a senior level class, so I was positive that I wouldn't know anyone. After all, my only senior friend was in mostly remedial classes. Damn Selphie. She just had to be dumb, didn't she?

I took a bit of time before the bell rang to survey the classroom. The chairs were all aligned into neat rows.

Wow. I thought. This teacher seems like a prick already.

I walked over to one of the chairs and sat down behind a few people, who were having quite the animated conversation about why blueberry muffins were completely superior to banana nut muffins. I sighed, hoping that they wouldn't turn around and ask me my opinion. I took my backpack off and placed it under my desk neatly, then sat down. Feeling exhausted that it was the first day, I put my head down and felt myself dozing off.

...

"Hey kid," someone said, waking me up. I murmured something about '5 more minutes...', but the person tapped me on the head. "Kiiiid. Wakey, wakey."

I sat up and looked around, a bit disoriented.

"Wha-" I attempted to ask what was going on, but of course 'sleepy-Roxas' mode had kicked in.

"Eloquent." the person stated with a smirk evident in his voice.

I looked up and found a guy with the brightest red hair I had ever seen. It was very spiky, as though he had just crawled out of bed and had done absolutely nothing to his hair. He was looking at me with striking green eyes. He quite possibly the thinnest person and definitely the tallest person I had ever seen. He had his hands on the desk and was leaning over, leering down at me.

"You okay?" he asked. He looked a bit worried, even with the slight smirk on his face. "You look a bit... I dunno. Spacey?"

When he waved a thin, gloved hand in front of my face, I realized that I had been staring at his bright green eyes and immediately looked down, very ashamed. I felt my face heat up slightly.

"Sorry, sorry," I quickly replied. "You said something?"

"Yup. You're in my seat. Seating chart's over there," he added when I looked confused. Oh, so there was a seating chart.. Sure enough, there was a large piece of paper with the words 'seating chart' written hugely on it. I'm not sure how I missed that. "I'm kinda supposed to be sitting in A-14, and, well, here we are."

We sat in silence for a good while, during which he stared at me, seeming quite amused. I felt my face turn a shade darker when I realized that I was still in his seat. I stood up rather abrubtly, slapping my hands down on the table. I turned around to walk away.

"Thankies, kid," he responded cheerfully, taking his rightful seat in the place where I had only just been. I froze at the name and turned around, counting in my head to keep myself calm.

"I am not a kid," I replied slowly, trying (and failing) to sound as though I didn't care that he had just called me by my absolutely most hated nicknames of all time. Way too many people called me that. I wasn't that short, was I? I mean, really!

"You certainly look like one. How old are you? Fourteen? Fifteen?"

"Seventeen," I growled, and you can ask anyone who's ever ticked me off; I growl well. Therefore, it surprised me greatly when he merely chuckled slightly and leaned back in his chair.

"Wow. You're only a few years younger than I am," he replied. He sounded both impressed and amused at the same time.

That's when my temper took over, and I angrily turned my back to him and stormed over to the bulletin board with the seating chart on it. Tracing the rows and columns with my finger, I managed to find my seat.

"B-14..." I said quietly. I couldn't believe it. His seat was the one right next to mine. I growled loudly in frustration and let out a wide variety of creative curses, causing some guy behind me to jump in surprise and fall out of his chair.

Hearing the door open again at the front of the classroom, I turned toward the front. There was a man with long silver hair standing in front of the door. He was dressed completely in black and appeared to be angry, judging from the expression on his face.

"Hello, class," he spoke. His voice kind of freaked me out. And by kind of, I mean severely. It was chilling and apathetic, and it made me shiver in a fearful way. It commanded the entire room's attention immediately.

"It is the beginning of a new school year, and other things here at the school. I am Sephiroth. You will address me as such," he said, glancing over the room like a hawk surveying his prey. "Here are the rules. If you are not a complete moron, you will write them down. They are as follows: No disrespect toward me. No chewing gum. Absolutely no being late to class. And stay in your damn seat unless I say you may get up. If you break any of these rules, expect the consequences to be... upsetting."

And, that was when he noticed me. You know, the only one still standing. Slightly embarrassing, I admit. I gulped loudly when he began speaking to me.

"Would you mind sitting down? I am in the mood to begin class, and you are not in your seat."

I felt the chill in his words, and, afraid for my well-being, I scrambled quickly over to my seat next to the tall, redheaded guy, who grinned over at me when I sat down and raised a thumbs-up. I merely ignored him, however, and glared holes into my desk.

"Now, if all of you little morons are ready, I would like to begin discussing the literature of..." Sephiroth began. That's where he lost me, because I felt something touch my leg. Prickling up, I looked down and found a note that was folded into a little star sitting in my lap. I scoffed; how childish. Bringing it up to the table, I opened it.

Hey kid! The name's Axel. Got it memorized? Since we're going to be sitting next to each other for the rest of the year, I figure we might as well be friends! :) it said. I slowly looked up in horror to the guy sitting next to me. Axel, my mind reminded me. He grinned, flashing two thumbs-ups and nodded.

That fucking cocky bastard! I thought, banging my head into the table a few times. Axel's face turned rather quickly into a frown of worry at my reaction; clearly he wasn't accustomed to rejection. I, however, honestly didn't give a damn.

I quickly scrawled It's Roxas. Not kid. And I don't want to be friends. Got that memorized? My handwriting was a bit shaky from my anger. I shook my head a few times before throwing the paper at him without even folding it. Which was a mistake by the way. It simply fluttered to the ground at his feet, and I watched, completely mortified, as he grinned while gracefully swooping down to pick it up off the ground. Damn, was that embarrassing.

But he simply read it and wrote, in his atrocious handwriting, a reply. He placed it on the table in front of me without folding it. I glanced briefly at it, and turned away before doing a double-take.

In rather large letters, the note read Good! Glad you see it my way, buddy! Want to meet some of my other friends for lunch? as though he had not even noticed that I had blatantly rejected his friendship. I hit my forehead with my hand, then turned to him.

"No!" I muttered forcibly. "I don't want to be your friend!"

He really looked hurt when I shoved the note back in his direction and pulled out my doodling notebook. His expression looked so hurt, but he had annoyed me greatly, so I naturally was not keeping politeness very high on my priority list.

The rest of class consisted of me ignoring everyone around me and doodling angry stick figures.

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