A/N: …yeah. I know what you're thinking. 'Why are you rewriting this stupid AU instead of Philophobia, you freak?' right? XD
Well, I suddenly had the urge to write AU – I can't go anywhere with my current prologue or chapter for Reincarnation. 'Sides, Philophobia can wait, dammit. XD
Besides, I like this insane idea I have for this right now. XD
Don't worry; the relationships are still pretty much the same – except I had the urge to write a Roxas and Axel who hate each other. (Like, Kairi and Axel are still cousins, Roxas and Sora are twins, etc.)
…God, I'm getting more and more clichéd. XD
For those who don't know Japanese school system (I had a brain fart and was thinking American school system for a while – then I realized "Hey, Roxas and Sora are fifteen! …crap, they shouldn't be second-years in high school, they're first-years!"), elementary school is kindergarten to sixth grade, junior high school is seventh to ninth grades, and high school is tenth to twelfth. College is still four years there. (I knew about this a few years ago, but as I said – brain fart. XD)
…oh, and I need to practice my first-person. XD (Prologue and common events where both Axel and Roxas are present will be in third person, but when they're separated, it'll be first.)
And I was getting fed-up with the last names. I'm a hypocrite. XD I can't stand fics that give canonly-without-last-name characters last names, so why the hell did I do it myself? –headdesk-
…I'll shut up now.
Disclaimer: It's fanfiction, therefore written by a fan which I am.
Reincarnation
By
Kyoto-chan
p r o l o g u e
nice to meet you…not.
A short, blond spiky-haired teenager grumbled, stopping suddenly in the university hallway and looking at the small piece of paper the dean of said university gave to him lopsided.
"Where the hell is room 309, and where the fuck am I?" he muttered, switching his eyes between the messy little post-it note the dean scrawled directions on and his class schedule.
People passing by rushing to get to their classes, or those just dismissed from classes, had all stared briefly at the teenager before continuing on their way. The boy could pretty much tell what they were thinking.
Oh, that's right, stare at me and think 'what the hell is a junior high school second-year doing here?' I'm a fucking senior high school first-year, dammit! I'm fif-fucking-teen, for crying out loud! I'm not some idiotic thirteen-year-old! he cursed mentally. And I'm aware that I'm wearing black in this weather, so just move along on your way, mmkay? Didn't your parents ever teach you that it was rude to stare?
The blonde huffed angrily then continued walking, staring at the room numbers and not looking ahead.
That was a very bad move.
Smack.
"Hey, watch where you're going," a hiss came from a rather tall male.
The young teenager looked up, and saw a pair of piercingly green eyes with two small diamond tattoos underneath them glaring at him. But what stuck out the most was the wild red hair that stuck out in every angle.
Two passerbys quickly caught sight of this scene, and both quickly grabbed onto both arms of the redhead.
"It's not even noon yet, don't beat up someone already!" the lilac-haired young adult with hair covering his right eye said, glaring at the red-haired man.
A blonde male with a Mohawk-mullet-ish hairstyle added, "And this poor kid's probably only a junior high-schooler! You don't want to traumatize anyone that young, do you?"
The younger blonde let out a low growl, "I'm not in junior high."
But he was ignored. Yet he couldn't help but think all three of them seemed familiar for an odd reason.
The older blonde let go of the snarling redhead (who had seemed to calm down somewhat) and patted the younger on the head.
"Don't mind my friend Axel, Junior-High-Schooler-san!" he grinned.
The teen glared, "I said, I'm not in junior high. I'm fifteen, dammit."
The redhead now known as Axel glanced over at the lilac-haired man holding him back from beating up the kid, and asked, "Zexion, can I hurt this kid now? We've already established he's not in junior high."
The man he was talking to merely glared a "no" at him.
The older blonde chuckled nervously, "So sorry! By the way, my name is Demyx, that guy is Axel, and that other guy is Zexion. What's your name?"
"Roxas," the younger answered.
Demyx smiled, "Well Roxas, nice to meet you!"
"Yeah, you too."
Then Roxas added, "…hey, have I seen you guys before?"
Zexion and Demyx stared at Roxas before replying with the same thing, "I was just thinking the same thing…"
Axel merely grunted with a shrug.
Roxas then asked, "Hey, where's room 309?"
Zexion pondered the thought for a second, then pointed down the hall in front of him.
"Go down that way and you should get to the stairs. Then right across the stairwell is the door to 309. Why do you ask? Are you visiting a brother or sister?"
Roxas shook his head, "I'm an undergrad studying here on weekends."
Demyx's eyes widened, "But isn't 309, like, an advanced class?"
The younger blond shrugged.
"I'm what you could call a genius that's not quite a genius, but damn close."
"So another nerd to add onto our student population. How nice," Axel smirked.
Zexion kicked him in the shin.
"I'm not a nerd, just smart," he glared.
Roxas chuckled, then bowed, "Thank you for your help."
As he began to walk towards the direction Zexion pointed at, Axel tripped Roxas, who fell butt-first into the tile floor.
Roxas glared at his tripper, the only thoughts running through his mind as he pulled himself up being a sarcastic My first day attending the university and already I have someone I hate. Joy.