Ok, I have started a new one. I dount that this will be goign very fast, so I can either post long chapters with a lot of time inbetween, or post short chapters closer together. I think I'll go with the second option.

And yes, this is ntended to be an Akuroku fic. But I'm not so sure yet. I haven't ever used Namine, and think it would be interesting to try it. So I guess that the story will write itself. (But I am pretty sure it will be akuroku)

Maybe it is possible to be so bored you can literally feel like your somewhere else that's even twice as boring. That's how it feels here in my Algebra 1 class.

Maybe the boring class is just me, but I know that the wierd teacher really is crazy. He just sits in the front and says "Turn to page 375 and do questions 21-104."

Maybe I should start with who I am. I would be Roxas being very bored in my 10th grade algebra class. Sadly, I am a freshman which doesn't seem like a good mixture for being popular. I guess I wasn't set to be one of those preppy jocks that always wear Aberocrombie and Fitch. Or however you spell it.

I really don't exactly fit into any of the groups. I usually like wearing comfortable used clothes that don't really look tacky, but not cool either. My hair is always spiked up no matter what I do to it. Even when it's wet it still never faulters. It's so spiked it prickes any finger that dares to touch it.

I don't have any really good friends or groups. I have a few people I talk to or say 'Hi' to in the hall, but that's about it. No one to call at 1 in the morning, to take out and stay up way past curfew, or to sit with every day at lunch regularly. Isn't everyone supposed to have someone like that or is it just a myth?

Still, back to reality, Mr. Xigbar with his one sentance is sitting at a wooden desk with a swivel chair. I bet he wouldn't even notice if someone snuck out.

Speaking of such, someone with red hair (I don't know his name) and tattoos on his cheeks stands and bluntly walkes out of the room. Right in front of the teacher who is just staring straight saying the sentance over and over again. I wonder exactly what's wrong with him. I guess the other students don't notice or don't care at all. Yet, some others sneak out behind the redhead. One goes up to Mr. Xigbar and goes right up to his face, then walkes out and the teacher still didn't notice.

I decide to get up and walk out myself and head for my locker. I am right around the corner and hear a slightly deep, yet subtle voice talking to someone. I peek around the corner to see the redhead from earlier talking to a small group of people, all of which are skipping class. There's some pretty akward looking guys in the group. One with pink hair, one with black hair in a very emo-ish cut, another with blue hair that's almost the color of my eyes.

I quietly sighed and started out to walk out around them without getting noticed. Once I got to the redhead, I bumped into him and looked over at him. This time I got a good clear look at the boy. He looked to be at least 2 years older than me and I had to literally look up at him. His face seemed flawless and I wondered for a split second what was with those diomond shape tattoos under his eyes. They seemed to complete his face although, and it suited him in my opinion.

I said my 'sorry' and continued walking. My locker was about 20 lockers away from the group, and I could still hear them talking behind me.

"Marly, are you going to the movies with us Friday?'' One voice said.

"I'll be there."

"Zex, what about you? You have a ride for friday?"

"Uhmm....."One said uncertainly. I wasn't looking so I couldn't tell who exactly was saying what.

"I can take him." I knew that one had to be the redhead. The voice suited him perfectly like the tattoos did.

The whole group of people were wearing the same black hoodie and each wearing a different shade of faded jeans. They looked like wierd clones of each other.

That's when I shut the locker and headed outside. Luckily I didn't have to pass the guys in hoodies again. All of them seemed to creep me out, except for the redhead. He seemed like the wierdest one, but he also seemed normal at the same time.

Once outside the peach-colored school, I didn't really know what to do with my spare time. What do people do when they're skipping class? Do they go home? Walk around? What do they do? These are the things they need to teach us in class in my opinion.

I started searching my pockets for something to do and come up with 1,000 munny in a bag, a paperclip, and god-only-knows-what-that-is. It looked kind of like dirt, but then again not really.

Once fishing out the stuff in my pockets, I walked over to a nearby bench and sat down. Only to soon lay down and fall asleep.

I awoke to the sound of many many feet rushing by me in a chance to get out of the horrid hell they call school.

After I realized that I had skipped the rest of the day, I also realized that waking up on the side of the walkway near the fountain outside had to have dropped my social status at least 50 points. Not that I had one in the first place. But is it better to be a nobody than to be a picked-on-geek? I guess it is.

I swiped away some loose hairs and they just fell right back into my face anyways. I got up and started for home when I saw the guys from the lockers again. They were all crowded around each other and there were 2 more of them. The redhead was no where to be seen either. It almost seemed pointless to be involved without him there.

Did I just say involved? How was I involved with anything? There wasn't anything to be involved in. All I did was bump into the guy. That's it. Why am I still talking to myself?

I have a strange habit of doing that when I'm really trying to debate something with...myself. I know it sounds wierd, but haven't any of you ever done it? Truthfully, everyone does.

Anyways, back on point, I started off out for home. I didn't need anything back from the school because I wasn't in school today. I guess I could ask Hayner, but I don't see him anywhere. I decide not to bother with looking around for him, and go home.

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2:00pm: Arrive home.

2:30pm: Take shower.

2:40pm: Get out of shower.

2:40-4:00pm: Watch movie.

4:10pm: Get call looking for Zexion from modeling agency down street.

What's with that last one? But still, that's how my afternoon went up until that point. I think the voice was the redhead from the group when they were talking about going to the movies on Friday. The caller I.D. said it was from the modeling agency down the street. What would the redhead be doing there? Plus, what was his name?

I suddenly feel the urge to respond to him. I want...scratch that. I need to know these things.

"Hello. Is this Zexion?" That voice, I know it has to be the redhead.

I take a deep breath and fake 'Zexions' voice as well as possible. All I heard him say earlier was 'uhm' and that doesn't give me much.

"Yeah, what do you need?"

"Can you come meet me at work? I need some help down here and Marly's busy." It worked!

"Ok. I'll be there in about 5 minutes."

"Where are you? Don't you live across town?" Darn. It was working up until this point.

"I'm about 5 minutes away visiting someone. I'll be right there, bye." And I hung up.

What am I doing? I seriously don't know anymore. What am I thinking is another good question. I still decided to go meet the redhead, though I don't know his name, or haven't ever met him, and I don't know anything else about him for that matter. All I really know is what he sounds like on the phone. I still can't seem to pry myself away. There's something about the redhead, maybe it's the way he looks or the way he sounds, but something is different. I just have this strange, feeling about him.

I guess it's nothing, so I head over to the agency.

I guess it's decided, its going to be Akuroku. My friend Angela helped me decide.

Well, Theres not much to say with this except I hope to have the next one up ASAP. I have nothing on it now, but I will work on it after I'm done with the A/Ns, So I guess I'll get to work.