Author's Note: I have no excuses for this... it's terrible. The only thing I can really say is that... this is all missanimefan's fault. I found the 100-Theme Challenge on her DeviantArt.
This is the first theme of 100... hopefully they'll improve.
Word Count: 382
Rating: PG for now.
Pairing: Axel/Roxas
Location: AU High School
Beginning
In the beginning, there was a boy on a Monday during his senior year of high school, and there was a collision... wait, wait, wait.
Actually, in the beginning there was no boy, there was no school, there was not even a planet on which to place one. No, in the beginning there was debris and dust and gas. There was a spatial void, planets and stars wanting to form, feeling around themselves until they located what it was they needed. That is the beginning, this is simply a beginning.
Now, back to the boy and his collision: it was a silly little mix-up, really. The boy was very tall and thin, especially for his age, with long spiked red hair that fell down past his shoulders. He was, what the rest of the school would call, an outcast, a loner, and a rebel. No one really picked on him, but only because they were all afraid of what he might do to them if they did.
The rebel collided with the jock. A shorter blond haired boy who spiked his hair to the latest style, and was much liked by most of the student body for, well, his body, or, I guess you could say, for his athletic abilities. He was popular. So the collision caused quite a stir, and both boys got up shouting at each other.
Neither dared to betray the secret they both hid beneath the surface. One flicker of the eyes here, a lingering glance there; if anyone around them were to pay attention, it would be obvious. No one ever paid attention to anything but themselves in high school though, so the secret went unnoticed by everyone around them.
So did the switching of the bags, for they both carried the same style of backpack, with no embellishments on the outside. The cell phone that was lost by one, and the private list that was lost by the other would cause the type of panic never before seen by either boy's group of friends, real or fake. What no one else would see was the reunion of bags, and the uncomfortable nature of the conversation...
What begins when two different boys, as opposite as can be, share the same secret from the superficial world around them?
