Some call me a brainiac. Some call me a smartypants. The more daring and probably the honest call me smartass. But the most correct thing to call me is probably the thing I'm called the most.
Nerd.
I am a nerd. I admit this and accept it. I don't adamantly deny it, or hold grudges against those who hurl those words at me with a smug, hateful sneer.
I simply pity those people. Pity those people who are jealous enough to insult and abuse me simply by the fact that I am, have been, and always will be more intelligent than them. It's kind of pathetic.
Still, I get those envious looks, those glared daggers, and those hate filled messages, but over the years I learned to ignore them and they eventually faded. I guess my indifference towards such petty, childish notions finally got my point across that 'I don't care about your meaningless insecurities and misdirected rage' was finally starting to sink in.
That or my oldest sister who knows martial arts and wasn't going to 'have any of that bullshit with my little sister.'
Or maybe it was the middle child's pleas of, "please leave her alone, she's really nice. I think you'd like her if you'd just get to know her."
They were always the favorites. The pretty ones.
Yes, everyone adored Kairi and Namine.
The athletic Kairi, who could outrun anyone, boy or girl, in the city. She could catch any ball thrown at her. She could make every shot she threw. She could score any goal, hit any homerun, kick any fieldgoal, and match any point. Her fiery red hair shined like the fire in her strong blue eyes whenever she competed, hard earned sweat running down her tanned flesh. There was no competition when Kairi stepped onto the field, the game was already hers to win. Captain of every sports team, head of the cheerleaders, student council president, most popular and outgoing girl on the planet. She was the athlete.
And Namine, sweet, pretty, kind and gentle Namine. People said she was like an angel walking among us. With the feather lightness of her soft, blonde hair, and the smooth paleness of her flawless skin, it was hard not to believe it. She sang like the angel people made her out to be. Music flowed through her like a river of song, played through her fingers on most any instrument. Flute, violin, cello, viola, piccolo, guitar, clarinet, trumpet, harp, guitar, even the ukulele. Not only did music come so easily to her, but visual art as well. Her hands move so delicately, yet so surely across paper, canvas, any surface she could work her artistic magic on. Not even food or fancy footwork escaped her artistic prowess. She was the artist.
And then there was me, Xion, the tech savvy, super genius with little to no appreciation for my existence. The brain.
Kairi and Namine got awards, medals, fame, and love. I got a pat on the back and an A+. Whoopdie doo.
I suppose I'm being a bit negative here, but honestly, if anyone had sister like mine, they deserved a little bitterness every once in a while.
I love my sisters, but they can really make me feel unimportant.
I don't blame them, not at all. I just wish that sometimes, the universe would stop being such an asshole and give just a little bit to work with here.
"Xion, let's go! We're gonna be late!" Kairi called, rushing by Xion's bedroom and slinging her pink 'Enchanted Dominion' backpack over her shoulder. Xion sighed, shut her recently attained journal and pushed herself away from her desk, her rolling chair wheeling backwards before colliding with the soft edge of her bed. Xion stood up, hoisting up her own dark grey 'Replika 14' bag, which was considerably heavier than a normal teen's considering all of the text books Xion carried for her advanced classes. Xion hurried down the stairs, grabbing an apple from the fruit basket on the counter and heading out the door after Kairi. The redhead was already in the cherry-red convertible she'd gotten for her sixteenth birthday, revving the engine to life and honking the horn for Xion to 'hurry it up!' Xion just rolled her eyes and hopped into the passenger's seat, tossing her bag in the back next to Kairi's pink one and over-sized duffel bag.
"And remember, Nams is coming home today, so we-"
"Gotta hurry our asses out of the school to go and get her from the airport, I know, I know Kai. You've told me at least fifty times," Xion stated dryly, cutting off her older sister. Kairi just grinned and elbowed her sister as she pulled out of the driveway and sped down the street.
"I'm just excited that she's finally coming home from Russia with Aunt Rinoa. Do you think she knows any Russian now?" Kairi asked excitedly. Xion chuckled. Kairi always seemed more excited than anyone, even Namine, whenever the second daughter left the country to study the arts. Last time it was Italy, before that was Spain, and now it was Russia, to meet with the Russian ballet.
"Well, if it's anything like France was, she won't stop speaking Russian until Christmas," Xion stated, laughing. The first trip Aunt Rinoa had ever taken Namine on was her trip to France, to study the famous art museums, so of course, she took her favorite niece with. Namine had been nine, and the trip had been three months long; all summer. By the time Namine had come home, she had practically forgotten how to speak English! To this day Namine still slipped a little french into her normal conversations. Not that many people could tell with what little the blonde girl actually spoke.
Most trips Aunt Rinoa had taken Namine on after the whole France thing were shortened considerably, but the time span was gradually increasing again. The trip to Russia had lasted a little over two months, more than enough time to learn enough Russian to be considered fluent Xion supposed.
"I can't wait for her to come back," Kairi said happily, tapping the wheel along to the song she had playing on her favorite radio station, 81.7 TWEWY, hosted by Neku Sakuraba, a Junior at their school, who had gotten a DJ-ing job, followed by an offer from a broadcasting company, and promptly made the station the most popular one in Destiny Islands. "It's not the same without her here. The Wise triplets just aren't complete without her."
Xion scoffed, "Yeah right. You just miss her cooking."
Kairi turned to her younger sister, aghast. "That's not true!"
"Eyes on the road!" Xion screeched, clutching her seat for dear life. Kairi reverted her eyes to the road, gasping in fright as the car in front of them honked, and swerving back into the proper lane before they collided. Kairi took a deep breath when they got out of cussing range and pursed her lips.
"At least not entirely true."
Xion just raised an accusatory eyebrow at her sister and laughed. Kairi grinned and sped down the street towards their school, Paopu High School.
Xion always thought it was stupid to name the school after a fruit, even if the fruit was 'legendary.' It could've been named after a scientist, or a revolutionary, or someone important to society, but no. We had to name our high school after a dumb fruit shaped like a star. Lame. Even the mascot 'the Wayfinders' was lame.
Still, Kairi would always insist that the Paopu fruit was incredible, and the Wayfinders romantic, but Xion wasn't buying it. See, the whole legend goes something like you share the fruit with someone you love and your destinies will be intertwined forever.
Completely ridiculous. How could a hand-sized yellow fruit possibly link destinies together forever? It couldn't. End of story.
Kairi pulled into a parking space near the entrance and killed the engine. She hopped out of the car, taking the key with her, and yanked her two bags out of the back seat, as well as Xion's bag.
"Catch!"She picked it up with one hand and tossed it at her younger sibling as if it were little more than a feather pillow. Xion's eyes widened and she clumsily caught the projectile backpack. It slammed painfully into her stomach with enough force to knock Xion onto her butt. Kairi winced as Xion hit the ground and smiled sheepishly.
"Sorry...?"
Xion scowled at her sister, who laughed nervously in return, when a high-pitched girl's voice called her.
"Kairi! How was your summer!" Kairi's eyes lit up.
"Selphie! How's it going!" Instantly forgetting about her sister, Kairi rushed to embrace her close friend, and the two chatted animatedly about their summers. When Kairi had gotten a considerable distance away, she suddenly remembered about her sister and whirled around, shouting, "See you later Xion! And remember! Don't be late!" Kairi waved animatedly, and Selphie gave Xion a friendly smile, even though they hadn't really talked before. Xion, picking herself off of the ground, smiled awkwardly and waved back. Even from a distance, she could hear Selphie telling her older sister, "She's kinda weird," and Kairi responding with the usual, "Yeah, but we love her anyways!"
Xion sighed, hoisting her bag over her shoulders and slowly marching towards the entrance of the school. Another boring year of learning the things she already knew and putting up with the dumbasses that tormented her endlessly every year, namely-
"Hey there your smartness," a deep voice said from behind her. Xion groaned.
Riku.
"What do you want lady hair?" Xion hissed, turning her head to face her foremost offender. Ever since Xion and her family moved to Destiny Islands when she and her sisters were five, Riku picked on her constantly. From hair pulling as little kids, to mean rumors as teens, Riku had been around to screw with Xion's life every step of the way.
"You know, most girls in this school would give anything to be in your shoes right now,"
Lucky her.
"Do you need something from me, or are you just going to waste my time and kill my brain cells with your presence?" Xion snapped, folding her arms across her chest. Riku's eyebrow twitched in irritation, and Xion knew she had insulted him, a fact that she was quite proud of. He glared at her for a second, before his gaze traveled down below her shoulders and he smirked.
"I see someone hasn't done any growing since last year," Riku chuckled, "Or the year before that, or the year before that, or since you moved in," his smug grin grew as Xion's mouth dropped in disgust.
Xion scoffed. She had an trigonometry class to get to, and she wasn't about to be late on account of an arrogant meat-head who used more hair product than Kairi did.
She sped passed the silver haired boy, glancing behind her to find, to her dismay, that he was following her. She went into a full out sprint to her classroom, which was thankfully nearby, and slammed the door in his face. Xion heard a loud thump, the door vibrating, and a loud curse from other side of the wood. She smirk, deducing that in his haste to catch her, he hadn't been able to stop in time and ran face-first into the door at full force.
That certainly made her day.
The rest of her day was uneventful, boring, and filled with introductions that she neither payed attention to nor cared about. She didn't talk to anyone and no one talked to her. At lunch, she sat with a quiet kid named Zexion, and the two shared each other's silent, neutral company, since neither of their friends had the same lunch period. Gym was her last class of the day, and, because of her weird schedule, her class was a co-ed one, rather than an all girls gym class.
Xion hated gym.
Out of the three sisters, she was the worst athlete. People would think Namine was the bad athlete, but no. Namine had her dancing to keep her muscles strong, and her singing and wind instruments to give her a large lung capacity. Sure, she wasn't the fastest, nor the most coordinated, but she was definitely leagues better than Xion.
Xion could calculate any throw,shot, pass, kick, swing, catch, and so on, but theory was a lot different from reality.
Her gym teacher thought dodgeball would be the best 'get to know your classmates' thing to do on their first day back to school, so Xion somehow found herself standing in a line of teenagers, ready to get pounded and tear each other to shreds with rough, rubber balls legendary for braking noses and killing the hopes and dreams of the weak.
A certain silver haired jackass grinned at Xion from the opposing end of the gym. His forehead was red from what Xion assumed was his little run in with the door of her trigonometry classroom, and she could tell he was out for revenge.
Things were looking grim for Xion.
"C'mon Shi, we can take him!" a familiar voice said. Xion turned towards the speaker to be greeted with familiar cobalt eyes and set of messy blonde spikes.
"Roxas!" Xion exclaimed, a smile spreading across her face. She hugged her old friend and the duo laughed.
"It's good to see you Xion," Roxas chuckled. Xion blushed, the vibrations from his chest when he laughed reverberating through her.
"You too Roxas,"
"Hey, what about me? Don't I get a welcome back hug?" A tall, slender teen with vibrant green eyes and red hair bearing great semblance to a porcupine strutted towards them. His quirked grin proudly displayed the odd, tear-drop tattoos on his cheeks.
"Axel!" Roxas and Xion called in unison hugging their tall friend.
"What're you doing in the junior gym class?" Roxas asked, releasing his friend from his grip, Xion shortly following suit.
"You're looking at the newest Senior Leader teacher assistant," Axel bragged, posing dramatically and jabbing a thumb into his chest. Xion and Roxas exchanged suspicious glances.
"They let you be a Senior Leader?" Xion asked, putting her hands on her hips, "Are you sure you're responsible enough?"
"Hey!" Axel exclaimed, frowning, "I am very responsible, got it memorized?"
Roxas and Xion laughed, and Axel soon joined in. The three laughed together until the teacher blew the whistle, signaling everyone to get to their starting positions. Much to their delight, Axel got to join in the game on Xion and Roxas' team.
At the second whistle, all the players charged forward to collect dodgeballs. Roxas easily beat out everyone to the center of the field, snatching up two dodgeballs, shortly followed by Axel with two of his own. Xion stayed behind to direct her two friends on where to fire.
"Axel, your one'o'clock! Roxas to your left! Duck!" The three worked together flawlessly, like a well-oiled machine, taking out student by student, one after another.
Until Axel decided to try and show off, getting pegged in the forehead by the other team's Senior Leader, Saix. Saix was quickly taken out afterwards by a quick shot from Roxas.
With Axel gone, their team was considerably weaker, and the number of players soon dwindled down to just Roxas and Xion.
Fortunately, the other team had also been lowered to just Riku, and a boy named Seifer who had a nasty grudge against Roxas. Seifer threw a hard shot at Roxas, who easily caught the ball and had a player returned to their team, while Seifer sat down on the sidelines, dejected. Riku quickly hit the kid who had just joined their team, Yuna, and then hurled a ball at not Roxas, but Xion.
Xion gasped, blocking her face with her arms and squeezing her eyes shut, but the rubber never impacted her flesh. Cautiously opening her eyes, she gasped when she saw Roxas picking himself up off of the floor, a red rubber ball rolling away slowly. He stood up and grinned at Xion, mouthing, "Good luck."
Xion watched, wide-eyes, as her only protection against the silver-haired menace sauntered off the court and onto the sidelines next to Axel. Turning her attention back to Riku, she gulped.
That grin on his face did not look very promising.
Riku smugly tossed a ball up and down, toying with Xion, building the pressure. When Riku finally lobed the dodgeball at her, time seemed to slow down.
Squeaking in fright, Xion ducked down, taking up fetal position.
Much to her surprise, the ball didn't connect with her face. It hit the wall.
It hit the wall.
Riku missed.
Xion looked up, staring right into the face of a dumbfounded Riku, who stared back in shock.
Riku didn't have any more dodgeballs on his side of the court.
Xion stood up, rushing to the nearest dodgeballs, picking up two at once, her team cheering her on loudly. Xion turned back to face Riku, smiling now that she had gained the upped hand.
Riku, now recovered from his shame of missing, smirked.
"C'mon flatty! Show me what you got! Not like you're good enough to hit me anyways,"
Xion's eye twitched. Now she was mad. She blindly hurled the ball in her left hand, which flew high over Riku's head. He watched it bounce against the wall.
"Ha! Is that the best you can d-" His taunt was cut off when a red ball slammed hard into his face. Xion's distract and destroy tactic, as she predicted, worked flawlessly.
Riku doubled over, clutching his face. Xion's team immediately raced onto the court, hoisting her into the air and chanting her name.
Needless to say, Xion was feeling pretty good by the time the bell rang to signal the end of the day.
By the time Xion said goodbye to Roxas and Axel, and had raced out of the school and towards Kairi's car, the redhead had already sent her around two dozen texts and an excitable voicemail.
"What took you so long!" Kairi exclaimed, already pulling out as Xion hopped into the passenger's seat and tossed her bag into the back.
"Sorry, Axel took my phone," Xion apologized buckling in. Kairi gave a frustrated sigh.
"Remind me to kill him later."
"Will do."
Kairi broke a dozen speed limits in her mad race for the airport, chanting a mantra of, "We are so late late late so late so late," the entire ride there.
At the airport, a blonde-haired teen sat on top of her pile of luggage, girlishly kicking her feet while waiting for her ride to arrive. Her brown, low-heeled ankle boots clacked quietly with the side of the suitcase she sat on with every kick, the hem of her pale blue, white polka-dotted, peter-pan collared dress floating gently with the motion of her long legs. She smiled when a cherry red sports car screeched to a halt in front of her.
"Namine!" Kairi squealed in excitement, leaping out of her car to embrace her little sister. Kairi flung herself at Namine, nearly knocking over her luggage in the process.
"It's nice to see you again Kairi," Namine said, hugging her older sister tightly. Xion quickly rushed over to join the little reunion. Jumping on top of the other two girls, Xion knocked them both over into Namine's luggage, the sisters giggling in joy of seeing one another again. It earned quite a few curious glances from nearby onlookers, but the triplets just ignored them.
"I am so happy you're home Namine!" Kairi gushed, "You need to tell us everything! Like, was the food good? And were there cute guys? And did you have fun? Was it pretty?" Kairi continued to prattle on as she helped Namine get her things into the trunk. Whatever didn't fit got stuffed in the backseat, which Xion now had to sit in, not that she really minded.
"It was so pretty there, but it was cold! Summer in Russia is very different than the hot summers here," Namine laughed, recounting tales from her travels, including a story about how Rinoa had somehow gotten her their Uncle Squall's luggage onto the wrong train, and they had to wait for hours until the train came back with all of his things.
"He gave Aunt Rinoa the silent treatment for hours, and then she got mad and took me on a shopping spree with his credit card! You should have seen the look on his face when he finally found us! He looked like a kicked puppy!" Namine laughed. Xion and Kairi burst out in laughter. Aunt Rinoa was the coolest person they knew, if not a little spoiled. She and their Uncle Squall had met in high school, and were total opposites. How they ever got together, the girls never knew, but they were perfect nonetheless. He was so serious and broody though, they had never figured out how Aunt Rinoa had gotten such an intimidating guy wrapped around her finger like that.
The three girls exchanged stories of their eventful summer the entire ride home, before parting ways inside of their massive mansion to wash up and head off to sleep. Namine and Kairi both disappeared behind their bedroom doors, giggling and waving at each other and to Xion, who giggled and waved back.
Xion plopped tiredly down on her bed, plucking her diary from her nightstand.
It was a worn leather notebook, easily as thick as any of her textbooks, and stuffed with scraps of paper and old photographs. Xion hastily opened to a new page, already beginning to recant the day she was about to write about, giggling when she remembered hitting stupid Riku in the face with a dodgeball, sharing stories with her much loved sisters, and...
Roxas.
Xion sighed dreamily and smiled, gently placing her moogle pen on the page and writing out in big, loopy letters: Dear Diary.
A/N: Just a little thing that smacked me in the head like a baseball bat.
I'm super excited about this story, but I probably won't update it as much as Magia Logica. I just wanted to take a little break to I wouldn't kill my inspiration for that story.
Anywho, this story is told mainly from Xion's point of view, and is about the everyone's favorite female trio: Kairi, Namine, and Xion.
The three are triplets from Radiant Garden who moved to Destiny Islands at a very young age. All three are amazingly talented, but Xion has some massive insecurities, particularly towards her 'perfect' sisters. They all work at a cafe in Downtown Destiny, run by Aqua. the story goes through the daily lives and drama the three girls face, particularly Xion, as they realize their, strengths, weaknesses, and true meaning behind the word 'sisterhood.' Xion will learn, throughout the story, that life can be very unfair, but not for her alone, and that everyone has their own demons. She faces the cruelty of love unrequited in the form of her best friend/secret crush, Roxas, and discovers a passion for an outlet she had never even considered before, yet used all of the time: writing. Follow the triplet's struggle through the confusion of high school, romance, and family, as they learn lessons in life from places they least expect.
And the whole Senior Leaders thing is something they do at our school in the gym classes to help underclassmen with the transition from middle school to high school, but they can be in any gym class. They pretty much just record things and help out the teaches with warm ups and instructions.
Props to anyone who can figure out the entire meaning behind the radio station name, including the numbers.