A/N: Wish me luck. This is the first fanfic I've uploaded. UPLOADED, not written. Anyway, enjoy.


It was strange. You would never expect much from a small life on a simple place. Yet, there was always something calling me and telling me that there was a life beyond this small world. I had always known as if something, something wonderful, was calling me to go beyond my ordinary life. I always felt it, and always tried to touch it. I knew it was in my grasp. I just had to have enough courage to grab it.


The shrill bell rang throughout the school, signifying the end of 1st period. As the class began to gather their bags and eagerly walk to 2nd, I was still sitting in my desk, my mind elsewhere. This happened often. My mind would travel through the abyss of my imagination, and I would become completely entombed in fairytale-like bliss. This time was usually cut short, though, like now.

"Nami . . . Nami?" I found myself being poked over and over by a mass of red and pink. Though I acknowledged it, I didn't pay attention.

"Naaaaaaaaaamiiiiiiii-" I clamped my hand over the source of the noise.

"I hear you, Kairi," I replied.

Kairi beamed and grabbed my hand, giggling ferociously.

"C'mon! There's something I wanna show you!" She tugged me and successfully managed to drag me out of the classroom. She was still giggling as she raced down the hall, handling me like a knapsack. She must be hyper. Typical Kairi.

It wasn't that I disliked Kairi. It was the exact opposite. I was just never used to the bubbly aura she gave off. I was used to hiding in the shadows, drawing in my sketchbook. She was always chatting with random strangers and best friends. It was obvious that we were complete opposites. Yet, somehow, we were inseparable.

"Kai! What was it you wanted to show me?" I managed to yell over the blasting conversations that flooded the halls. Kairi began talking a mile a minute.

"There's this really cool new kid in our class, and he looks really cute and smart! You gotta see him, Nami! I wonder if you'll like him . . ."

New kid? Who cared? Unlike the other ninety-nine percent of the kids in this school, I could care less who or what walked into this poor excuse for a learning institution. And cute? Kairi's definition of "cute" meant bubbly and boyish. That was probably why she liked Sora so much. And just because he looked smart didn't mean he was. He was probably another one of those jerky sport-freaks. There couldn't be anything special about him, not in a place like this, right?

Kairi almost literally skidded to a stop. Without even panting, she jerked me beside her and pointed. It took me a small second to get it together. My eyes scanned the loud room. Everyone looked familiar. I saw Yuffie, Selphie, Rikku, Olette and Hayner . . .

My eyes stopped right there.

I am definitely not the most romantic person, hence my lack of dating experience, but I could swear that when I saw him, my heart stopped.

Kairi was right. He was cute. Hot, even. I couldn't even stop my eyes from tracing over his slim figure up to his porcelain skin and his golden locks that were spiked here and there. He had a distant, intelligent look on his face, as if he wasn't even paying attention to the world around him. And the way he was casually moving about, it looked as if he'd been in the class the entire semester. When his eyes nearly caught the mine, my heart fluttered.

"Namine," Kairi begin snickering. I figured out what she was laughing at. I was blushing. I snapped back to reality as the final bell rang. I turned to Kairi and nudged her arm as we departed for our seats. Before I sat down, I noticed something that set my heart off again. I was sitting right next to the new guy. I found that it was impossible for me to move my legs. And if that wasn't bad enough, my whole body felt like Jell-O once the new guy looked directly at me.

"Relax, I'm not gonna bite," he said with a laugh. My face was frozen. Even his voice was hot. When his face started to look concerned, I just nodded numbly and sat down. Even though the talking was at an all time high, I felt like everything was silent and all eyes were on me. The talking ceased once Miss Gainsborough entered the room.

"Ohayo, Minna-san!" She always insisted on greeting us in Japanese. It made sense. After all, this was the Japanese class.

Miss Gainsborough brought out her chalk and began scribbling Kanji characters on the board, and I found myself drifting off again. This time I was thinking of a white fairy, tall, statuesque, and beautiful, soaring through the glimmering skies. It sounds silly, I know. But if someone could just see the way I saw these things, it would seem so blissful. If someone could see those things I thought, see inside me. I wanted that more than anything.

For the second time today, my dreams were interrupted. I was starting to get pissed. But when I turned to glare at the person responsible for nudging me, I froze again. It was the new kid with a slip of paper between his index and his middle finger. It took me a little bit to actually consider that the slip might be for me. I hesitantly took the paper and delicately unfolded it so that Miss Gainsborough didn't see. On the inside were scribbles that read:

My name's Roxas. Don't worry. I already know your name. So, what's up?

I found myself getting butterflies. Exactly what did this guy mean buy what's up? I didn't want to be rude, especially not to someone like him, so I scribbled something back:

Wow. Am I that popular? Just kidding. Just asking, why'd you choose me

to talk to? Y'know there's a really hot cheerleader over there.

I passed it to him. As he read it, I heard him laugh lightly. I was starting to love that laugh. He wrote another part down and quickly passed it back. This time, it read:

What? Do I look like I'd be interested in a preppy blonde like that? And what's

with saying she's hot. You bi?

I sniggered. I wrote down:

I dunno. Most guys seem cool, but they turn out to be jerks. And no, I'm not bi.

A person could really get offended by an accusation like that.

I passed the note to him. He wrote down again and passed the note back to me:

Sorry. Guess I'm too outspoken. Maybe I'm not like those other guys. Ever think

about that?

This guy really was different. Maybe Kairi was right. This could be interesting. I wrote back:

You never answered my question. Why did you write to me?

I passed the note to him. He stared at it for a few seconds, like he was drifting away. After a few moments, he wrote back and slipped the note to me. This time it read:

I can't really explain it. You just seem really interesting to me, like you're the

only one I think about.

"Like you're the only one I think about"? We'd barely known each other for five minutes and he was already saying things like that? What was with him? When I had thought he might be different, I didn't mean this different.

Feeling a light tinge of pink on my cheeks, I ducked my head so that Roxas wouldn't see. I hastily scribbled back to him:

What's that supposed to mean? It sounded like you're in love with me.

Again, he took a long while to answer. When he finally did, the bell rang, ending 2nd period. Miss Gainsborough waved everyone goodbye and cleaned off her board. Thank God the woman never gave much homework.

When I stopped at my locker, I took the chance to unfold the note to see what Roxas had replied to my statement. Now that I thought about it, I regretted writing that down. Once I opened the note and read his reply, I think my heart really did stop:

Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not. Who's to say? Guess you'll have to find out

for yourself.

I leaned against the locker, slumping in confusion. Maybe he was in love with me?! What the hell did he mean by that?! He had to have been kidding. There was no such thing as love at first sight. We had only known each other for an hour!

It seemed that I would have to deal with this in 3rd period and for the rest of the day as well. I ran to my next class before I came in tardy.


After the final bell of the day swept through the school, everyone burst out of the classrooms, happy to be out of their academic cage. I was glad, but I remained among the lesser people and walked to my locker. As I approached it, I noticed a familiar figure leaning against it. Just how many times would my heart betray me?

Roxas turned towards me, and with his hand he beckoned me over. I was too freaked out to move. First this guy knows my name after being here one day, and now he tracks down my locker? What was he, a stalker?

I finally reached the locker and opened it. I didn't even look at Roxas as I put my books in.

"I take it by your reaction that you read my reply in that note."

I remained silent. I tried to focus on tonight's homework instead. First there was that assignment from the math textbook. Pages twenty-four through twenty-six, I think. Then there was my Health assignment . . .

Looks like I wasn't getting out of it that easy. I could feel Roxas slam my locker door with one hand and grab my arm with the other. I was starting to feel a little frightened.

"You can't run away from something like this, Namine. Sooner or later, we're gonna have to talk about this."

My face took on a bewildered look, and I retorted back.

"What's there to talk about? Some guy just randomly shows up and on the first day, writes a note to a girl he barely knows saying "I think I'm in love with you" and pretends like it was nothing weird-"

"I never said that. I said maybe I am in love with you and maybe I'm not. I left that for you to figure out," Roxas said immediately.

"Why?! I barely even know you! Were you just so bored on the first day that you decided to play with someone's feelings?!"

"I wasn't playing anything. I wanted to see if it would work."

"If what would work?!"

Roxas's grip loosened, and he looked at me with a hint of sadness.

"You really don't remember, do you?"

I began to calm down. After taking a deep breath, I responded, "Remember what?"

Now both of Roxas's hands were gripping me, and the frightened feeling began to flood through my body. Roxas looked straight at me as if he were trying to pierce through my soul.

"I'm Roxas. You and I grew up together. We lived on Destiny Islands and played together every day. We were best friends . . ."


A/N: And there you have it. sadly, the next chapter might not come up for awhile. Don't worry, though. I like this story too much to quit it. Please, I beg of you, no flames. Constructive criticism is welcome, though.