YO! Guess what? First fanfic, that's what! *Applause* About time I published something!
Anyway, this idea had been clawing at my brain for sometime now, and in order to not suffer brain damage, I finally wrote it down. Yes, Kairi is the main character, but she's not really paired with anyone. She never really matched up with anyone in the games, since Sora was OBVIOUSLY gay. But I digress.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts. If I did . . . Oh, the possibilities . . .
So yeah, sit back and enjoy the story!
"Axel, I'm scared," I said, staring at the double doors that would pull me into either heaven or hell: the doors that led into Twilight Town High.
"You'll be fine. It's highschool, not a death sentence," he called from over his shoulder, already walking inside the building.
I started to follow Axel, all while worrying about my hair, trying to find my schedule, and wondering how I let my uncle Reno talk me into this.
I used to be homeschooled, back on Destiny Islands. I was a sickly child, and was always in and out of hospitals, so homeschooling was just easier. The only kids I knew around my age were Selphie, Tidus, and my cousin Axel. My parents were also very sick at the time, and two weeks before the cure was found, they passed away. I was twelve years old, both when they passed, and when I was finally cured. After living with Reno and Axel for two years, I moved with them to Twilight Town, their hometown. I don't know anyone, and while I'm a freshman, Axel's a junior. I was on my own.
"Axel, wait!" I called, but my voice was lost in the suddenly appearing crowd of high schoolers.
I finally succeeded in pulling out my schedule. My homeroom teacher was Mr. Leonhart, in room 114.
I looked around helplessly for a friendly face, but found that most teens were paired off in cliques and groups, totally oblivious to the new girl standing alone, and lost.
Let's not forget lost.
"You're blocking the door," A deep voice said from behind me. I turned around to come face to face with someone quite tall. A someone with silver hair, and aqua eyes.
"Sorry," I squeaked, moving out of the way.
"Are you lost?" he asked, giving me a bored look.
"Yeah . . . ?" I answered, shrinking back slightly under the intensity of his gaze.
"What room?" he sighed.
"Room 114."
"Second hallway, third door on your right," he said, slight amusement in his voice as he walked away.
"Thank you!" I shouted over the noise of the students.
I managed to squeeze through the crowd of students hanging out in the middle of the hallway and make it to room 114. I walked straight in, ready to get this over with.
I started coughing as cigarette smoke filled my lungs. My bag fell out of my hand as I stumbled back against the door.
"What's a freshman doing in here?" A guy's voice asked.
"I've never seen her before," Another said.
I opened my watering eyes to see about forty people staring at me, cigarettes in all of their hands. I reached up with my hand, clawing for the door handle. I grabbed it, and pulled, swinging the door open and breathing in a breath of fresh air. I exhaled shakily, coughing in between breaths.
"You won't tell, will you?" One of the smokers said, bringing their lit cigarette up to my face.
"I won't . . . tell," I choked out, launching into another coughing spasm.
He shoved me to the ground before slamming the door.
I hit my chest a couple times, stood up, and dusted myself off. The bell rang. I looked up at the room number and groaned. Room 123.
The hallway was completely empty now.
It's official: Kairi Hikari is on her own.
Thankfully, my clothes didn't smell like cigarette smoke for too long. It had disappeared by the time I finished walking to the main office and getting a late pass (and some real directions).
The first look I got when I walked into Mr. Leonhart's classroom was a glare. From Mr. Leonhart himself.
"Look who finally decided to show up," he grumbled. The class snickered.
I opened my mouth to explain, but he held his hand up to shush me.
"I don't care what your excuse is. My name is Mr. Leonhart. Call me Mr. Leon. Now, sit down and don't get so loud that other teachers come in and yell at me," he ordered. I nodded and took a seat by a blonde haired boy with blue eyes.
"Hi," I whispered, not wanting Mr. Leon to scold me again.
"Why are you whispering?" he whispered back.
I pointing to Mr. Leon. He chuckled.
"You can talk normally. He just hates having to redo attendance," he said, smiling. He extended his hand. "My name's Roxas. What's yours?"
"Kairi," I replied, shaking his hand.
"Walked into room 123, didn't you?" he asked.
"Ugh, do I still smell?" I asked.
"No, you just look a little green. So you either ate breakfast here or walked into room 123. That's smoker's paradise. Not a fun time," he explained, shaking his head.
I spent the rest of homeroom talking to Roxas, who was really nice, and funny. He looked at my schedule and even wrote how to get to each class. I thanked him and the bell rang, signaling me to go to Trigonometry.
The first thing I noticed was that the entire class looked like it had all sophomores and juniors in it. A bushel of fiery red hair confirmed my suspicions. I sat down next to Axel, who didn't notice me until I "accidentally" elbowed him in the shoulder.
"Ow! Kai, what are you doing here?" he asked, rubbing his shoulder.
"I'm in this class," I stated dryly, comforted by the slight familiarity that was Axel Sinclair.
"No way! I didn't know you were so smart!" he said, smiling at me.
"Just with math," I said, smiling back at him.
"Good morning class. My name is Cloud Strife, you will call me Mr. Strife. Any questions? No? Good," Mr. Strife said, waltzing into the classroom just as another bell rang.
Those bells sure were annoying.
Trigonometry was relatively boring, besides the few people who pelted Axel with notes that said things like, "Can you believe it's been two years?" and "Been way too long without ya man." or "So glad to see you again!"
My cousin, Mr. Popular.
The bell rang again, so Mr. Strife let us go. I had Gym next, with Coach Yuffie. I wonder what that's going to be like . . .
I made it all the way to gym without getting lost. I was quite proud of myself, considering the fact that the gym was on the other side of the school. Twilight Town High was a pretty big place.
I pushed open the girl's locker room door to see a white board with, "Take your combo lock, find an empty locker. That will be your gym locker. :) Coach Y." written in big, bubbly letters.
Once again digging around in my bag, I found my combo lock and continued through the locker room, which was very crowded and reeked of mainstream store perfume. I think I may have actually preferred the cigarette smoke. I was being jostled around until I managed to find a nice corner without any locks around it.
I changed into my gym clothes and walked out into the gym, where a woman with short black hair was flipping around the room like an olympian. My eyes grew wide as I followed her around the gym.
As she landed a backflip, she gave an excited yell.
"It's volleyball season!" she shouted. Cue the facepalm.
"So why were you flipping around?" a girl with blonde hair asked.
"Because I was really excited! I've never gotten to teach freshmen and sophomores before! The juniors and seniors are always too good at the sports I try to make them play," she huffed.
The blonde girl raised an eyebrow, but kept quiet. I looked at the black haired woman's I.D. tag and saw that the name below the picture was scratched out, and written next to it in green highlighter was "Coach Yuffie". Okay then, guess she doesn't want people prying into her personal life. Coach Yuffie was still talking, and I didn't notice that she was pairing us off until I heard my name.
"Demyx, Kairi, you two will be playing against Sora and Naminé in the field. Okay, everyone has a partner and an opponent, go have some fun!" Coach Yuffie yelled.
Wait . . . what?
"You must be Kairi. I'm Demyx, and I'm not good at volleyball, so I hope you are," Demyx yawned, walking past me through the double doors.
As I stared after Demyx, a blue-eyed brunette boy bounced up in front of me, about this close away from my face.
"Good luck! I'm awesome at volleyball!" he exclaimed, jogging out the door Demyx had gone through.
"Yeah, good luck," The blonde girl said, purposefully knocking into the shoulder. I rubbed the sore joint as I glaring at the back of her head.
We made it outside, where the sun was shining, and a net was set up on the far end of the field. Sora and Naminé were in front of me, whispering to each other, and occasionally glancing back at me. Demyx flopped into the grass lazily, paying no attention to the fact that the net was at least another ten feet away.
Naminé was tossing the ball back and forth as Sora whispered in her ear. They were planning a strategy, I guess. I had no strategy, nor a partner. And the last time I played volleyball was when I was six.
I was so screwed.
Oh Kairi . . . you have no idea . . .
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