The Princes of the World

by WarriorKing849

When a mysterious terrorist attack rocks the world, the only witnesses; Saïx, a workaholic high school teacher with a dark past; Axel, a shiftless collage drop-out with a kind heart; and Roxas and Xion; two orphans, become entangled in a web of conspiracies, involving a mysterious group called Organization XIII. Now, they must rely on one another for survival. AkuSaiRokuShi

1. Chapter 1

Note: special thanks to Raberba Girl, the master of AkuSaiRokuShi. I don't own Kingdom Hearts or any associated right. This is inspired by Eden of the East

Xion sat in her soft chair behind her desk. She looked down at her white blouse and smoothed out the wrinkles that had formed. Her eyes then flew to the door, as the distinctive hiss of the automatic door caught her attention. Xion watched as a man with light blonde hair and blue eyes walked in.

"Hey, you're the new person, right?" He asked amiability.

"Yes," Xion replied, nodding her head.

"Tidus, nice to meet you," He said introducing himself.

"I'm Xion," She responded.

Tidus gave her a smile, a few encouraging words, and walked off to find the water cooler. Xion watched him walk away before glancing back toward the door.

The automatic door had the words 'Sun and Smiles Daycare' printed on it. Xion personally thought the name was pretty bland. But that wasn't really her place to say, after all this was her place of work now. Her job was as a caretaker, and she relished it. Xion's heart almost jumped at the thought that she would be teaching children, protecting them, and making sure that they grew into responsible adults. After all, children were one of the most important things in the world.

It's just like he said, they're the latent princes and princesses of the world. Xion thought. At this thought, she, almost unconsciously, reached into her jacket's pulled out a small picture. The edges were crumpled and there was a crease down the middle. However, Xion ignored all of these faults and focused on the contents of the picture. In it, Xion, only ten years old, sat with a blue ice cream bar in one hand. Sitting next to her was a boy, of her age, with spiky blond hair and a happy smile on his face. He held an identical ice cream bar. To his left was a much older man with long blue hair and an x shaped scar in the middle of his face. His golden eyes showed complete boredom and slight irritation, but a hidden kindness. He held one of the blue ice cream bars. To the far right of the picture sat a man with ridiculous spiky red hair and tear shaped tattoos under his green eyes. His right arm was held out and hardly in the shot. In his left hand was a fourth ice cream bar. Out of the four, he seemed to be the most energetic of the small group, with a cocky smile from ear to ear.

Xion smiled at the picture. It always brought back a torrent of memories, some bad, some good. The memories of her first friends and their adventure of when her life had truly began.