Hello, this would be my first fanfic. I hope lots of people will like it and they can tell me what it is that I could improve on and such. I'm very, very new here and I would appreciate if no one starts flaming me about any wrong characterization or why this CC would do this or that. It's best just to enjoy the story, right? Well, I guess I'll just skip to writing now.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, except my OC. She's mine and mine alone.

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I am not someone who trusts others much. Sometimes I even get off as a little bit cold and distant, and maybe just a tad sensitive to others feelings. Let me tell you something though, I am not a truely mushy person on the inside, though I have to admit I do cry at some movies and do experience feelings, and I do try not to show my true emotions . I'm thoughtful, calculating and a generally calm person, but everyone has their flaws, right? Like my overtly quietness and my unstoppably thinking-ness where I get so sucked in that it becomes a negative... And the Voice in my head. What? Don't you have a Voice in your head? Huh. Strange.

I had been walking down the shoreline of a particularly beach. The sun was setting into the horizon, turning the sky into a magnificent show of crimson and pink. I remember that I would enroll in the local school the next day so I was feeling anxious. Y'know its always hard to be the new kid at school right? All the unknown faces and the awkward introductions. I shivered at the thought. I walked a bit further till I reached the dock where I sat down. I noticed a seperate island from here and how, if I squinted a bit, that there were some people rowing row boats this way. I thought that maybe they were fishermen but quickly discarded the idea as they got closer, I could see they were all about my age. One of the boys had impossibly brown spikey hair, another boy had silver hair and finally the girl had short fiery red hair. They all looked up and they waved to me, and I found myself a bit embarrased for some reason. They docked their boats and tied them to the dock and then turned to face me.

"Hey, haven't seen you around before," spikey-haired said. The red-head frowned at him.

"Sora! You're so rude. I'm sorry, he didn't offend you did he?" red said, looking a bit worried. So, his name was Sora. When I looked closer, his eyes were a beautiful shade of blue like the sky.

"Oh c'mon Kairi! I didn't mean it, look, she doesn't look angry, does she?" Sora said to red, now known as Kairi to me. Kairi rolled her eyes and then sighed.

"Still, it was rude. And you should know better," Kairi said lightly. I could see she was smiling, Sora was scratching the back of his head and looking away.

"Well, maybe I should just introduce you to them," silver-haired said amusingly, "She's Kairi, he's Sora, and I'm Riku. So, what's your name, are you new around here?"

"Yes, my name is Amane. I'll be starting class tomorrow," I say quietly, as I've said before, I don't trust people too often but these people seemed like genuinely good people and they really made me feel welcome. The way they 'radiate' goodness and all things nice.

"Huh? Really? That's great! So you'll be sitting with us in class right?" Sora asked.

"Really? You'd like me to sit with you guys? We've only just met and I wouldn't want to impose," I say quickly, my eyes downcast and I feel my cheeks heat.

"You talk kinda funny, and of course it wouldn't be any trouble. Geez, lighten up. No need to be so gloomy and ho-hum," Sora said. My eyes looked up and saw that he was just inches away from my face I look away fast and feel that my cheeks are burning and are probably as red as a moogle's pompom.

"Well, okay," I say.

"Sora, it's getting late. We should head home together," Kairi said, tugging on Sora's sleeve.

"Huh? Okay then. Well, we'll be seeing you later Riku, and you too Amane," Sora said, smiling then he followed Kairi and both turned back to wave to both Riku and I. I could hear those two chatter until they were too far away to be heard. Then I turned to Riku, he was looking after them also with a slight smile on his face. I guessed him to be a little older than Sora and Kairi, maybe the same age as I, 15. Either that or Sora was a late bloomer...
I looked at the sky and noticed that it had gotten dark so soon and maybe I should head home. Home wasn't too far away, just a bit outside of town and on the big hill. It was the large mansion-esque house that just screamed luxury. A rich person's house, with a small fountain in the front and beautiful gardens in the back and front yards and one greenhouse that I hadn't had the time to check out yet. Unfortunately it wasn't my house, it belonged of course to the said-richperson and I was just staying there for the time being. I even had a part-time job as a maid too, to keep the house clean since the real master of the house and his wife were gone somewhere. I just hope that the boy who is the temporary master isn't a total snob and leaves little, ahem, wetspots on the bedsheets which I have to change. Because I hear the boy is quite good-looking and tends to attract the opposite sex in hordes.

"Well, I guess I'll be headed home since it's getting late," Riku said suddenly and then he walked off, "See ya later,"

"Bye..." My voice faded off as I watched him fade into the darkness. I looked about and saw that the streetlamps were one by one flicking on.

Maybe you should head home too, little girl... a voice in my head said softly. I groan aloud.

This Voice... How annoying it got at times, I thought.

Annoying I am, but it's not like you can shut me up my dear... I am you, only not really because of course I can think independantly from you and also you cannot read me the way I can to you... it whispers.

A Voice from which I cannot escape, nor remember how I got. You seem to be okay, enjoying yourself even and you think its funny that I can't seem to talk to people either, I though harshly.

Relax, child. I didn't speak up to hurt you in any way. Merely curious as to what you think, what you felt, what you wished to say but could not... Everything about you. You can block my probes, making me see only what you wish without you knowing you're doing it. I can only see so much, it whispered.

I don't care what you say... I just want you out of my head, I thought. I began walking up the road that led to my current residence.

It seemed to do an 'internal' laugh, or whatever, My dear, I would if I could. Make me a body and we'll talk about it.

How am I supposed to do that? I question irritably, and I quicken my pace.

You're a smart girl. Just think about it... its whispered voice gradually faded away. My head was filled with nothing but my own thoughts.
I sighed deeply and slow down the pace. What did it mean 'think about it'? You can't just make a body appear out of thin air. And I may be a whiz in sciences but creating a human is a whole different thing, and there's always the alternative of making one... But I don't really want to be changing diapers and all the other labours of motherhood. It seems that the voice is onto something. Perhaps it can manifest itself in some way, or maybe it has something to do with me...? Bah! It doesn't even matter!
Before long I notice that I'm almost home, well, as close to home as this place has to offer. The lights are shining brightly in the house, making it look warm and inviting. I can see some of the other servants serving dinner to what I assume to be the young master and my current boss. Well, I guess its time to formally introduce myself to him. I can't avoid the inevitable...
I walk up the pathway where the scent of many flowers whose name I do not know permeated the air, the water fountain trickled water from its spout and the soft tune of crickets sung lowly in the grasses. I opened the door to the main entrance and was bathed in the light of the foyer's room, marvelling at the grandness of this place. I would go to the servant's chambers, change into my uniform and then wait for the master's summonings.

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What have you thought about this story? More will be on the way if I can find the time to write of course. Until next time, au revoir! Oh, before I do go, I'd like to say that the story just might follow the original storyline. Somewhat. R&R, please.