A/N: This story contains inner fanfiction and inner Author Notes written by the characters as it is taking place on fanfiction. Yes, it is a fanfiction within a fanfiction. INCEPTION. Heh. Uh, anyways. The inner fanfiction will be in Bold lettering and the inner A/N will be in Underlined lettering.

I don't own any of the characters. If the usernames used for the characters happen to be real, it is purely a coincidence.

This is not a collab writing. It's just me writing it. XD

Thank you, and enjoy!

Zexion sighed as he opened his laptop. It was 3am on a Sunday night, and he had school tomorrow, but he couldn't sleep-as he often couldn't-and decided it would be a grand idea to read some fanfiction until he could sleep.

However, upon logging in, he noticed that he-for the first time ever-had a new message. "Strange..." he murmured, as he clicked the message open.

Hey there! I'm WaterSitar! I have this idea for a fanfic, but I really want the characters to seem real, so I was thinking to myself 'hey, why don't I do a collab with someone who's the complete opposite of me?' And then I read your story, and I was like 'whoa, this guy is awesome! I should Deff ask him to do a collab with me!' and so here I am! So, what'ddya say, buddy? Wanna write a collab with me?

Zexion blinked, and typed his reply. Sure. What is your idea? If I don't know it, I can't write a collab with you.

After reading a few one-shots, Zexion went back to checking his inbox, surprised to see that he had, in fact, received a reply.

'Oh. Hurrdurr. That would probably be helpful, eh? Silly me. Uh, alright, here we go!

Basically, it's a AU, and it's an Ienzo x Myde-you'd be Ienzo, and I'd be Myde, of course, and well... I have Myde's part for the first chapter already typed up, how about I just send it to you on Google Docs, hey?

Zexion sent Demyx a quick affirmation and enclosed his email address, curious. About five minutes later, he received the email.

Deep breaths, Myde. He thought, running a hand through his dirty blond hair. Deep breaths.

Taking one last deep breath, Myde pushed at the door of his new high school for the year. It didn't budge. Panicking, Myde threw all his weight into the door, only to slam into the door and fall over.

It took him a good five minutes to realize that the door wasn't going to budge because it wasn't a push door, as indicated by the sign on the glass that said in plain black lettering; Pull. Feeling utterly stupid, Myde pulled the door open and hit himself in the face with it. Cursing his clumsiness, he held his nose as he wandered through the empty hallway until he came to the door labeled OFFICE in bright red letters.

He strolled over to the kind-looking lady at the desk. "Hi there, can I have my schedule, please?"

The woman glanced up at him. "Name."

He gulped. "M-Myde J. Hansen," he said.

"Here. I'll call a student in to show you your room-have you met your roommate yet?"

That's right. Radiant High Academy was a boarding school. For the next 9 months and however many odd days until he graduated, Myde would be living in a small 1-room and a bath square dorm with another human being. At least, he hoped they were human. He wasn't too keen on living with some kind of predator. Or Garden Gnome.

"Hey... there aren't any Gnomes around here, right?" Myde asked, as he stood slightly rigid.

"You gotta problem with Gnomes, kid?"

Myde jumped and turned towards the newcomer. Leaning against the wall was a boy with long black hair. "Ah, no, I uh, um-"

"Chill out, dude. Grab your schedule and lezzgo."

"You-aren't going to get mad?"

"As if," he said, snorting. "You're getting me out of first hour." The boy turned around and walked out of the door.

Myde glanced at the lady-who had gone back to whatever she was doing-and then ran after the other boy. "So uh, I'm Myde."

"Braig. Braig Gnome."

Myde gulped. "Uh, listen, what I said back there-"

"Don't worry about it, kid," Braig said as he snatched the schedule out of the blond's hands. "Whoa, is this schedule right? You've got all senior classes."

"Uh, well yeah. Why wouldn't I?"

"Aren't you like, a freshman?"

"Wha-No! I'm a senior!" Demyx pouted.

"Really? You don't look like one. Are you sure?"

"Yes I'm sure!"

Braig chuckled. "I'm just messin' with ya. Lessee, looks like your first class is Music Theory-ew."

"What? I like music!"

"Oh no, I've got nothing against that-I'm a drummer myself, see-it's just that class."

"Really? I play the Sitar! Oh, and uh, guitar and bass and violin and cello and upright bass and I used to play the trumpet when I was a kid..."

"You got an electric guitar?"

"Yeah, of course."

"My band's been looking for a guitarist since ours left last year-you game?"

"Uh...sure?"

"Cool. Meet us in the music room after dinner and we'll see what'cha got," Braig said. "This here is the music lab." He pointed to a computer lab and looked down at Myde's schedule. "Your next class, Choir, is across the hall."

Myde nodded and then followed the black haired boy down the hall. Fifteen minutes and a school tour later, the bell rung, signaling that they would have to go to their second hours.

Myde walked into the Choir room and chatted animatedly with the instructor before the class started, and he was assigned to the Alto section.

The rest of the day went by slowly, and Myde was glad when he got to his sixth hour, Aquatics. Myde loved to swim-if this school had a swim team, he'd totally be on it. But as it stood, Radiant High Academy didn't have any sports teams. They were, after all, an art school.

So yeah, that's what I've got so far, do you think you can dig it?

Zexion nodded to his screen, and typed his response. Yes, I can work with it. How do you intend on collaborating whilst Myde and Ienzo interact?

Uh well I was thinking we could do it like, role-play style, y'know what I'm sayin'?

Yes, I know what you are saying. It would be most efficient for us to do so elsewhere. Do you have an instant messenger?

Yeah! It's the same username as on here 'cept on Aim. Shoot me a message, buddy!

Zexion did just that. Hello, this is TheIllusionist. I was wondering how you had planned our characters to meet?

Hey buddy! Um well I haven't really gotten that far...

Alright. Why don't we have Ienzo be in Myde's aquatic class, then?

Oh, he could be the bassist. He's emo enough. Bassists are always the emo guy.

Do you have a character set in stone who will be Myde's roommate?

Uh, no. Wanna have it be Ienzo? They could be like, classmates, roommates, and bandmates. That'd be so cool. I wish I had a friend like that ;-;

Don't we all? Zexion responded, shaking his head at the screen. Shall we start off from where you left off, then?

Sure thing, buddy!

Myde's eyes scanned the room, settling on a small kid with slate-blue hair sitting on the benches. He couldn't really tell if it was a boy or a girl from this distance. Curious, Myde strode over and studied the blunette.

"Can I help you?" The boy said, frowning at the strange blond staring at him only a few inches away.

Myde reeled back at the voice-it was deeper than his! That was not okay. He shook his head, collecting himself. "Why aren't you swimming?"

"I have a doctor's note."

"Oh," Myde said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, uh, I'm Myde! I'm new here."

"I see."

Myde looked at him expectantly.

"Do you need something from me?"

Myde scoffed. "Well I told you my name, now you're supposed to tell me your name, silly."

Ienzo eyed the blond with contempt before responding. "Ienzo."

"Whoa! That's like, a bad-ass name. For like, a genius or something. Are you a genius or something? I bet you are. You look like one. Do you wear contacts?" Myde asked, once again moving closer until he was right up in the bluenette's business.

"No, I don't. Now will you please get away from me?"

"Well you don't have to be so rude about it! Hey, how do you see through your other eye with all that hair in front of it?" Myde asked, not budging.

"I don—mmph"

Myde flew back from the blunnete, covering his mouth as he turned around. A tall redhead was running toward a spiky haired blond boy who was frowning. Myde sighed and turned back to the boy. "Look, I'm sorry about that, he kicked me, and-oh my god, are you alright?"

Ienzo stared at the blond, took out a book, and opened it somewhere around the middle, blatantly ignoring the blond nuisance before him.

"Well fine then, be that way. It wasn't like it was that big of a deal..."Myde said, frowning as he walked away. It had been a sloppy kiss- after all it was an accident- that had barely even landed on the small boy's lips. Even if it was my first.

Ienzo sighed, laying back on the bench. He wasn't really worried about what people said-he wasn't phased by guys kissing him. Lea and Isa could go blow themselves, because forcing every boy he spoke to (and one time a girl) to kiss him wasn't going to get him to like anyone. If nothing else, it actually made dating someone pointless. Why be tied down to a relationship if those two were just going to make people satisfy his need for affection? He glanced up from his book to shoot Lea a glare, and gave a nod of acknowledgment at Ventus, who he considered to be a tolerable person. The dirty blond who'd introduced himself as Myde shortly before becoming a victim of Lea's shenanigans was now walking towards them.

"What'd you do that for, you jerk?" Myde asked, crossing his arms at the redhead.

The redhead shrugged. "Felt like it. You got a problem with that?"

Myde frowned. "Yes, I do have a problem with you kicking me."

The redhead smirked. "Well, that's your problem."

"Lea...don't. If you get in any more fights this term, you'll flunk the year." The spiky blond beside him said, frowning.

The redhead seemed to melt at this and took the short blonds hands in his own. "Ven...are you saying you'd miss me?"

The so-called Ven reeled back and shook his head furiously. "No way! Who could miss someone like you?"

"Oh, Ven, your words-they wound me!" The redhead said, grabbing his chest.

Myde let out a small chortle. "You two are too cute. Really."

Both boys shot him a mortified look as the blond walked away to jump into the pool.

"Hey, twerp. You're taking up the entire bench," his best friend, Arlene, said.

He lifted his head and shoulders up so she could sit down before resting his head in her lap. "Why aren't you swimming?"

"I don't feel like changing today, so I'm not going to. Besides, it's easier to enjoy the view when I'm not trying not to drown."

"True."

"So who's that blond with the bad hair?"

"Myde."

"You like him?"

"No."

"Are you lying to me?"

Ienzo narrowed his eyes. "Perhaps."

Arlene smirked. "Aw, isn't that just peachy? My little boy's got a crush on some hipster dumbshit."

Ienzo rolled his eyes.

Zexion glanced at the clock. It was nearly six. I have to go get ready for school now. He typed.

Crap, me too! D: Well I'll save this in Office and we can pick up where we left later, okay?

Okay. Talk to you later.

Bai!

Zexion sighed, as he closed his laptop and preformed his daily morning routine-shower, get dressed, chuck shoe at Larxene, receive shoe to the head, eat plain toast, walk to school with Larxene. Everyday was exactly the same.

He both loved and hated that.