Chapter 1: New Boy Gets a One-Fingered Salute.
So, bear with me. This is my first attempt at writing anything but one-shots. And I learned long ago that is I try to plot things out, they suck. So I'm just writing as the inspiration strikes me. don't yell at me if it sucks. Rated T, because of some language, mostly from Axel, and some dirty stuff... (insert evil laugh here). AkuRoku, SoraXRiku, and any other combinations I come up with along the way.
No, I do not own these characters, which they should be eternally grateful for.
By the way, since I have a bizarre obsession with adding song lyrics to my stories, each chapter will end with a lyric from a song that I think suits the chapter.
I like reviews. Reviews are wonderful. They make me feel good about myself. So review, for my self esteem. Anyways, here goes.
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Being the new kid sucks, Roxas thought to himself. Always, without fail. He walked down the hallway of Hollow Bastion High, grumbling internally as he headed to his new homeroom class. But I'd rather be here than at my old school...
"Don't look so angry, Roxas. No one will talk to you."
Roxas shot an apologetic glance at his twin beside him. "Sorry, Sora. I can't help it."
"Anyways, its better like this. At least here, no one knows about what happened. We can start over. No more of the looks we used to get all the time. So try to be happy, okay?" Sora was the polar opposite of Roxas sometimes, always cheerful when he was brooding, always upbeat when he was pessimistic. Sora was so much better at adapting to change, too. Which was evident by his goofy grin as he wheeled along beside him. Being pronounced paralyzed from the waist down hadn't changed his outlook a bit. 6 months ago, the doctors didn't think he would survive a week, and now he was able to move his toes again, a feat considered to be impossible.
"Besides, Roxas," Sora said softly, interrupting his thoughts. "I don't blame you for what happened, so what anyone else thinks doesn't matter." he stopped in front of a classroom,and said "This is my stop. Your right next door. Our next class is together, so wait for me out here, okay?" he grinned at his brother, opened the door, and wheeled in. Roxas just shook his head and headed into the room Sora had indicated.
"You must be Roxas Locke. Welcome." the teacher was a tall guy with long brown hair and a scar across his face. Definitely not what Roxas had expected. "My name is Leon. Come on in, here's your Math 2 textbook." Roxas took the book from him and looked for a place to sit. The only available seats were all the way in the back.
He headed towards the back to take his seat. When he had sat down, Leon continued with his lesson on proofs, which confused the hell out of him. Roxas looked around at the other people in his class. To his left sat a guy in camo pants with a mop of floppy blonde hair, texting under his desk. In front of him, diagonal from Roxas, was a pretty brunette girl avidly taking notes. In front of him sat a frail-looking blonde drawing in a sketchbook. With a start, Roxas realized that she was drawing him. And it was an excellent likeness. The was an empty desk beside the blonde, and to Roxas' right sat a guy with fire-engine red hair and the greenest eyes he'd ever seen. Beneath his eyes were two upside-down teardrop tattoos. He was one of the most gorgeous guys Roxas had ever seen. And he looked utterly bored, slouched in the desk.
The guy noticed him looking at him. He me this eyes, stared at him for a moment... and then flipped him off. Surprised, Roxas stared dumbly as the guy rested his head on his hand and closed his eyes, as if he were going to sleep. what the hell was that about? Roxas wondered.
Made a wrong turn once or twice, dug my way out, blood and fire. Bad decisions, that's alright, welcome to my silly life.