AN: Wow, another fanfiction? From me? Suffice to say, I grew out of my Twilight stage. Sorry for all of those hooked on my previous story- this one, I belive, is going to be a blast to write. Obviously it's Kingdom Hearts, I don't own the characters, I certaintly don't own the overused High School plot (although I'm trying to make it my own, i'm still kind of messing around with it.) and I'd love to hear suggestions and critique from everyone. And, also...it's Akuroku. 3 My new favorite couple. There's going to be side pairings, but hmmm, it will have to remain a secret until I know what the hell i'm doing here...and chapters will usually be longer than this. I'm just on crack tonight. So, I hope everyone has as much fun reading this as i'm having writing!

"You get in, you get done, and then you get gone."

Rain. It pelted against the passanger side window, smashing the glass and bouncing off in little droplets. I was fascinated by such a simple thing. Maybe it was the fact that my brain was working less than often these days, but through all the mumbled chaos swarming in my head, rain was the one thing captivating me at the moment. I barely noticed when the car suddenly halted to a stop, jolting me forward in my seat. The gruff man beside me, (I hadn't bothered to remember his name) gave me a head nod, fixing me with his eyes.

"So Roxas...this is it. The school. It's a boarding one, so you've got to sleep here and such. Ansem didn't give me much to tell you, other than it's your choice whether to come home on holidays."

I silently laughed. As if I considered my grandfather Ansem's house 'home.' He was only obliged to keep me there, and I barely knew him. Maybe I did at one point, but ever since the accident...

I snapped out of my reverie as the old man grunted and continued.

"Anyhow, you're bags are in the trunk. You better grab 'em and hurry, storm's getting worse by the minute."

I just stared at him for a moment. Pity seemed to fill his eyes as I stepped out of the car and into the downpour. Was I that dumb looking that people needed to pity me now? Fucking bullshit. I pushed my blonde bangs out of my eyes, grabbed my bags, and caught my first sight of the "Northern Twilight Town Prepatory School"- hell for the next two years of my life.

I'm not going to lie- the place was huge. It had a very victorian look to it, with arching doorways and towers. It looked like something that belonged in a fairytale- not here in Twilight Town. I simply sighed and started my way down the path leading to what I assumed to be an enterance builiding. As I yanked open the door, I was greeted by the brunting force of someone smashing into me.

"What the fu-" I hissed, looking up into Emerald green eyes. The boy- at least, I assumed it was a boy- was glaring from above me, a black hood pulled over his flaming red hair. He looked almost suprised to see me, shaking his head and walking away with a simple sentence.

"Watch where you're going, shorty."

I thought I saw a ghost of a smile cross his face as he pushed past me and into the rain. What the hell was his problem? I thought, staring back at his retreating figure. I shrugged and, rubbing my sore head, entered the building.

A rather frazzled looking woman greeted me as I entered, clicking away at a computer. She smiled shyly at me as I handed over my paperwork.

"Ah! Roxas Goldschmidt, right? Yes, yes, you came right in time for the new semester." She tucked a stand of her graying hair behind an ear, biting her lower lip. "You'll be assigned to building 3A, Room 63. Alrighty? Classes start monday, so you've got the weekend to look around, and such. Oh, and what is this..." The womans voice trailed off as I handed her the forms Ansem had gave me. "Ah, oh, oooh. I see. Well, the Nurse will have your medication in her office, alright? I'll give you directions for her room." She gave me a rather shy smile, handed me some maps, and waved me out the door. I shivered as I entered the cool misty air, wishing I had pulled a jacket out of my suitcase instead of being a dumbass.

Buliding 3A, luckily, seemed to be the closest to the office. As I entered, the sounds of laughter and voices smothered me. Students were all around- in the library, in the hallways, in the study; I just focused on weaving in and out of them and getting to room 63 as quickly as possible. Don't look at me, don't look at me, don't look at me- My thoughts were interrupted when a warm hand clasped by shoulder, spinning me around. I gritted my teeth, facing the person who had grabbed me. I stared right into the eyes of a boy no larger than me, with spiky brown hair and a huge smile.

"Hi there!" he shouted, trying to drown out the noise of almost 200 other students. "I'm Sora. You're new here, and Miss Camy, the woman in the office, had me track you down. She was mumbiling something about sending you to your doom, too many people, blah blah blah."

I stared for a moment, clearing my throught and wriggiling out of the boys grasp. I wasn't exactly used to people...touching me, or even going out of their way to get my attention.

"Uh, okay." I muttered, shuffiling away from the boy. He smiled even larger.

"What's your name? Where are you from? Oh, whats your dorm number! Do you have Mr. Strife for english, cause man, I suck at english. Which is weird because i'm speaking it...but anyhow, sorry. Am I overloading you? You look kinda scared."

I coughed, looping my fingers through my jeans.

"Er," I started, unsure of how to awnser him. "I'm Roxas. I'm room 63...I think. And uh, uh, i'm not sure yet, about classes I mean...?" I bit my lip, trying not to unleash a string of sarcastic comments. Being an asshole seemed to be my forte these days, but this kid seemed harmless, and I was in no position to make enemies day one.

Upon hearing my room number, Sora screamed at the top of his lungs, grabbing me in a tight hug.

"WE HAVE THE SAME ROOM! SWEET!" I flinched, suprised by this sudden display of affection from someone I had just met. I let my arms hang at my sides and remained silent until he backed away, grabbing my wrist.

"This is going to be so awesome, Roxas! You have no idea! We're gonna go find it, right now!" Sora's voice attracted the stares of many teenagers around him, but everyone seemed to give him a warm smile when the noticed him as he dragged me down the crowded halls. I sighed, knowing Sora must be the most popular little shit in the whole school. And I was stuck with him. Meaning attention would be cast on me. I sulked silently until we reached room 63, where Sora commenced to nearly break down the door.

The room was nice. Really nice. Ridiculously nice. Our beds were pre-made, drapes hung, cabinets set in place. One for me and one for Sora. We even had our own private bathroom, which was as neat and as orderly as the rest of the room. Sora was absolutely giddy, swinging his arms around.

"I'm telling you, building 3A is soooo much better than building 7B, that place was so nasty! I'm talking roaches and bugs and ick, man, I had the worst roomate! Well, I like Hayner, but he really is such a slob sometimes, but you seem quiet and nice so i'm sure you're clean. You clean, right? Because I mean i'm not as bad as Hayner, but my mom always tells me I really stink and...hello? Earth to Roxas?"

I snapped up, our blue eyes connecting for the first time. "Uh, sorry, Sora. This is all just new." It was the only excuse I could think of for ignoring him. Hayner? I thought, running my fingers along the seams in the bed. It sounded so familar...

Sora smiled again, big suprise there. He shrugged.

"Yeah, I understand! Hey, it's 5! Wow, this day flew by...i'm going to run to the dining hall really quick and grab some dinner, wanna come?"

I shook my head, grabbing my bags and hauling them up onto my bag. "I'm going to unpack. But thanks."

Sora, looking mildly dissapointed, walked out the door and insited on brining me back a plate. I sighed. Sora really was nice, but a little overbearing. Or maybe I was just being a dick.

The hallway seemed to quiet down, so after unpacking my bags I slipped out the door and surveyed the hall. It branched off a wing of the building, and was the male part of the school, although alot of girls were flitting around and talking. That was when I noticed room 64, directly across from us.

There's alot I could tell you about room 64. But for now, let's just stick with the theory that it looked like a pair of crackheads snorted some cocaine and decided to use their littles sisters markers to decorate the door. It was only the first day of students on campus and yet the whole things was colored in stick figures, names, and even glitter. I mean, even though the door was hideous, what was inside seemed to be even worse. Even with the door closed you could hear the pounding bass of music cranked up to the maximum level. I groaned, staring at the door and pressing my head against the wall.I wondered what kind of guys were in there...probably retards, or just plain weirdos- my thoughts were interuppted when the door flung open and music roared even louder out from the space. I looked up, annoyed, wanting to confront the people in there; and saw red haired boyed. The one who so pleasently smashed into me earlier. Great. Fucking great. He gave me a crooked smile, and I began to back into my own room.

"Hey, not so fast, short stuff. What's your name?" He got an amusing glint in his emerald eyes, approching my door. I glared.

"What, you didn't catch it earlier when you almost smashed me into the ground? And i'm not short." I put as much venom into my voice as possible, and attempted to slam my door before he caught the frame in his hand.

"Hold on, hold on- i'm sorry for that, okay? You don't have to be such an asshole about it, I wasn't in a great mood, and I shouldn't have knocked you down. Sorry." The guy had a genuine look of concern on his face, shaking his head. He eased the door back open.

"So can I know my neighbors name?"

I huffed, digging my fingers into the palm of my hand. Something about this guy really freaked me out. Maybe it was the giant mass of red spikes.

"Roxas." I said simply, warily staring at him. He smiled grabbing my hand and shaking it. "Well Roxas," he cooed, "I'm Axel." Our little greeting was put to a stop by the screeching of a blonde boy behind him. The kid was absolutely flailing, a look of excitement in his blue eyes.

"AXEL, DUDE, I'VE GOT A GREAT NEW NAME FOR A BAND!" He shouted, rushing behind the red haired boy. "HOW ABOUT, THE FLAMING ORGASMS?"

I choked, trying to stifle a laugh. Was this guy serious? Had I been sent to a school, or a circus? Axel looked a little irritated but laughed.

"Demyx, that is the most retarded bullshit I have ever heard...and I think you scared away our new neighbor." Axel motioned to me, grinning. "Roxas, Demyx. Demyx, Roxas."

I stepped out from behind the door a little as Demyx grinned, energetically shaking my hand. I had a feeling him and Sora would get along great.

"Sorry to intrude, but Axel, you can't stump the creative process. So get your ass back in here and pick a band name, okay!" Demyx said, spinning back around. Axel smiled, letting go of the door.

"Sorry about that, Roxie," He grinned, fluffing my hair. What the hell is with this schools student body and touching? And Roxie? Really? If it got the guy to go away, i'd bite. "Demyx is a little kooky, but I love him. And with that, i've got to go pick out a band name- and veto 'The Flaming Orgasms.'"

"You have...a band?" I asked, regretting it the moment the words left my mouth. Dammit, I just encouraged a conversatoin. Shit. What was wrong with me?

"Yeah!" Axel said, perking up at my question. "Well, a band in the works- if we can ever decide on a name, you know." He smiled at me again. "Anyhow, do you want a tour of the school tommorow?"

"What?" I asked quietly, staring at the happy go lucky mass of red hair in front of me. He laughed.

"You're new. It's pretty obvious. And you probably have no idea where you're going. So tommorow morning, why don't I take you on a tour? Free of charge for you, shorty."

I contemplated this. I mean, he was right- I had no clue where I was going. Even though Axel made me slightly uncomfortable...well, maybe Sora could just give me a tour. I opened my mouth to say no, suprised at what I had blurted out.

"Sure."

Axel grinned, giving me a salute. "Alright Roxie, see your bright and early!" He winked before retreating back through the crackhead door, slamming it behind him. I just stared. Why the hell did I just say yes? I smashed my forehead against my hand, walking back into the room before I heard Sora yell behind me. I munched on the plate of food he had brought me, suprised that it didn't actually suck.

"So..." Sora said conversationally before we went to sleep. "I saw you talking to Axel."

I was suddenly reminded of the slightly annoying redhead and groaned.

"Yeah, he's giving me a tour tommorow." I said quietly, shifting my body towards the window and staring out at the moon. It's light reflected off the windowsill, and I found myself focusing on the soft light. Sora's voice floated up behind me. He soudned unsure of himself.

"Look, Roxas, don't get too involved in Axel, okay?" I wasn't planning on it. I thought, as Sora readied himself to speak again. "He kind of has a bad reputation around the school. He's a man eater!" I almost produced a smirk at Sora's choice of words. A man eater? What the hell?

"Look, Sora. I'm not into guys. I'm not into people, really. Axel isn't getting anywhere with me, he's just giving me a tour and then hopefully I won't have to talk to him again." I paused, forcing to make my tone a little nicer. "But thanks. For erm- watching out for me. I guess."

I could almost feel Sora's grin.

"You're welcome, Roxas! I'm so glad we're roomates" He chirped, turning off his lamp from the opposite side of the room. "Goodnight!"

I paused, turning my face into the pillow and sighing. This wasn't exactly how I thought the school was going to be like. I thought i'd be alone, just like when I had live with Ansem. And now, I had to socially interact with people? I thought about just going back to Ansem's...but there's too much to remind me of the accident there. Here, no one knows who I am. I'm not the grandson of Ansem Goldschmidt. I'm just a silent, brooding, spiky haired teenaged boy who's jacked up on medication and who hates the world. I closed my eyes, letting yet another sigh escape me.

"Goodnight, Sora..."