Why, hello, everyone! Your dear author here, bringing you her second fanfiction! I promise I'll (try to) keep this going faster than Jinxed… But, I can honestly say I have a damn good amount of amusingly awesome ideas.

This fanfiction is going under the pairing of Axel/Roxas, though it also contains Zexion/Demyx and Sora/Riku. There won't be anything graphic, I apologize…

This is supposed to be an amusing fanfiction. Not crack, but amusing. I'll try to keep with that, and I don't think I'll have any troubles… Tell me if I'm playing any characters too far off.

DISCLAIMER: The characters in this fic are property of Square Enix and Tetsuya Nomura. Nomura-sensei gets the credit for them, not me! This disclaimer will stand throughout the entire fan fiction.

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A note to anyone who may know me: OH MY GOD IT'S AN AU HIGH SCHOOL FIC. What has the world come to?!

3 You all.

Anna (Melodious Nocturne Stalker)

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For the love of god, just let this day be over…

He couldn't think of a single person that adored school. Sure, some people would rather be there than at home, thanks to some family 'issues', but it wasn't what Roxas had in mind as his idea of fun. Fun would be sitting at home, listening to music, playing games, or hanging out with some of his friends. However, the winter break had ended, and here he was going off to school once again.

But, this wasn't going to be a normal term…

Roxas was used to seeing a few new faces in school after the long break, and feeling a little emptier without the few that would move away. He was not, however, used to being the new kid in school, used to being that familiar face that people would miss…

His family had moved away from his town, having gone to a much larger school. It was three stories, and looked like it would be hell to navigate. He wondered why someone would build a school that big and have the hallways as confusing as they were…

Roxas kept his face pointed down at the map in his hands, trying to find his class… He heard the giggles coming from the girls in the halls—they must have either thought him to look like an idiot, or to be cute… He didn't hope for either one—he wasn't interested in them.

Not that he was interested in anyone else…

After a while of searching for the designated area in which he was supposed to stay for first period, he managed to locate the classroom. He walked inside the door hesitantly, to be greeted by a rather pretty woman. Her long brown hair was pulled back, bangs hanging to either side of her face. She wore a pink outfit, looking rather professional in it. She approached him, and reached out her hand. "You're Roxas, am I right? My name is Ms. Gainsborough." Her voice was calm, almost soothing. Roxas figured he could look forward to the beginnings of his days if they started out with such a kind person.

He took her hand, not bothering to look around as his classmates stared at him. Someone moved to walk up behind him, but Ms. Gainsborough didn't even look at him, as if there was something she could see in her peripheral vision that allowed her to know who it was. Roxas smiled a bit in polite response. "It's nice to meet you, Ms. Gainsborough."

"Just have a seat anywhere, Roxas. The new semester means a new seating arrangement anyhow!" She chimed, releasing him and finally looking up at the boy behind him.

Roxas turned around to face the class, only to be met by a black T-shirt covering someone's torso. The only thing he could tell about the person was that they really needed to eat something. The first thing that came to mind was that the boy could fit his hands around this person's sides without trouble at all.

However, when he looked up, eyes a bit wide with surprise, he noticed why Ms. Gainsborough hadn't looked at him. That color of hair could be noticed a mile away; such a vibrant red color, reminding him of something out of a videogame. And, what were those marks under his eyes; tattoos, or makeup, maybe? Then he noticed the eyes underneath those marks… Roxas found himself locking gazes with the most vibrant set of emerald green eyes he'd ever seen. The boy seemed equally lost in his own eyes, staring straight into them.

Without Roxas knowing, the boy was absorbed in those deep ocean eyes… He couldn't help it—however, he could hide it. He smiled, reaching a hand out to the boy to pat his shoulder a bit. "You're the new kid? Roxas, is it?" Roxas blink, shaking his head a bit before answering. What had he been staring at, and how long had he been zoning out?!

"Ah—um… Yeah…" He glanced to the side at the hand on his shoulder, noticing how warm his hands were—it was… abnormal. The heat matched the style of the boy's hair—a display of wildfire appearance.

The redhead nodded, retracting his hand. Roxas rubbed the quickly cooling place it had been, concentrating on it until the voice spoke up again. "I'm Axel." Several kids were smirking and giggling at the boys. Roxas could only wonder why.

Roxas glanced at them, and then looked back up at Axel. He nodded in response, only being able to smile a little bit. He was too nervous, felt to awkward at this new place. Axel seemed to sense this, so he spoke up, leaning in a bit. "You're pretty cute, y'know… The girls are gonna hassle you to no end… I might, too, if I feel like it."

Wait, what?!

Roxas flushed a deep red, and several students burst out laughing. The blonde brushed past Axel, knocking him to the side a bit. He quickly took a seat in the back of the room, near the window, setting his book bag on top of the desk and hiding his face behind it. How… embarrassing!

Ms. Gainsborough crossed her arms. "Axel! Don't tease him, or I'll have you stay after class!"

Axel's hands went up into the air defensively. "Alright, alright! Sorry, teach."

The bell rang, and all the students flocked to their preferred seats. Ms. Gainsborough lifted her hands into the air as they all chatted and giggled, several pointing at either Axel or Roxas. "Class! Let's calm down and get started, shall we?" The students calmed down a bit, and class resumed.

The majority of the hour was an introduction to the course—it was a history class—and the last ten minutes or so were left to the students to chat comfortably amongst themselves. A boy who had sat himself next to Roxas turned to face him, smiling and reaching his hand out immediately. "Hi!" He chimed.

Roxas glanced at him, turning to face him shortly afterward. The boy's hair was brown, spiked oddly, and Roxas immediately noticed that his eyes were much like his own… He smirked, since the embarrassment had died down several minutes before. The boy continued. "My name's Sora. Who are you?"

Roxas reached out and took his hand, shaking it a bit. "Roxas," He replied simply. The boy nodded in understanding, quickly switching from calm and kind to freaking out and excited when he looked out the window. He pointed, the finger jabbing just by Roxas' face.

"Snow!!" He shouted, causing Roxas to flinch and blink a few times before he turned his head. Sure enough, the frozen flakes were falling in cascades from the sky, quickly covering the ground a floor below. Sora jumped up out of his seat, vaulting over his desk. He jumped Roxas' and grabbed the window sill, grinning at the falling snow. He laughed a bit, almost childishly excited. Roxas couldn't help but smile at him. As nice as Sora was, he was a bit… odd, wasn't he?

Axel eyed the two as Roxas moved to walk over to the window, glancing out over everything that was beginning to be dusted white. He had taken a seat on the opposite side of the room, and had barely taken his eyes off the boy. As if finally feeling the gaze burning holes in his head, Roxas turned to look at Axel.

He stared for a minute, until Axel winked at him. He flushed, and turned back to the window, Sora laughing a bit at him. "Oh, don't let him get you all worked up. Axel's been known for doing stuff like that since the seventh grade. But, I'd never seen him hesitated like he did when he saw you…" He said, still watching the snow.

Roxas looked puzzled, not speaking very loudly. "Uh… Wait. What? Hesitate…?"

Sora nodded, smirking. "You were too wrapped up in gawking at him—you two just stood there and stared at each other for a while before Axel said anything. That's why people were laughing at first. Seeing Axel in any sort of disarray is a rare sight, and it's usually pretty funny."

Roxas flushed, hardly able to believe that he was really staring at him that long… Is that why he hadn't noticed…? Axel was staring, too…

Just then, the bell rang, and the children gathered up their things and left. After getting the general direction he was supposed to go in from Sora, Roxas made it to his second class; Music Theory.

He took his seat in one of the black chairs that were lined up in rows, each one having a little half-desktop attached to it that folded behind. He unfolded it, and leaned against it, laying his head in his arms. He was one of the first to enter the room, but soon the students started filing in.

The bell rang—the seats on either side of Roxas were empty. Boy, did he feel loved… Just as Roxas was about to sit back up, a student burst into the room, running through the doors. His hair looked like some sort of cross… between a Mohawk and a bad Mullet. He didn't know how to describe it perfectly… The boy huffed, his bag dropping to the floor. He held onto it with one hand, and dragged it over to a seat next to Roxas.

"You're late!" The teacher called, crossing his arms. "You know better, Demyx. You've been in this class all year long! No excuses, you're tardy."

All Roxas could think of as he heard the boy whine in his frustration was that this teacher was a hard-ass… Well, he couldn't help it. There was always at least one…

Demyx rubbed his forehead, and took out a folder. He almost immediately opened it and pulled out what looked like staff paper, music written all over it. He flipped through until he found the most recently worked-on page, and started writing things down. The teacher told them it was basically going to be a free period the first few days, so they may as well just get to know each other. Maybe he wasn't such a hard-ass after all…

After about a half-hour of Roxas sleeping, he sat up and rubbed his eyes a bit to rid himself of the blur. Demyx had just been putting his composition work away. He sat back in his chair, tilting his head back and staring up at the ceiling. "Geez, day one of the second semester and I already have a tardy… Two more and it's a detention for me…"

Roxas glanced to the side, blinking. "What kept you from getting here…?"

Demyx looked over at him without turning his head. "… Schedule-Change Traffic. Everyone who has a new class this semester has issues figuring out where to go… It's a pain to get through all the people… Not to mention I'm all the way across the building first hour this year…" He sighed.

Roxas looked down, trying to wonder what it would be like for him… He was one of those people who didn't know where the hell he was going…

Demyx spoke up again. "Hey. What's your name? Don't think I've seen you here before—not that it's hard to find a new face around here… Student body's pretty big."

Roxas rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm Roxas…" He said, letting his hand fall and hit the half-desk. He glanced up at the clock—ten minutes left. He then looked out the window. Snow was still falling, in fact, it had increased… The ground was already covered—this was going to be one heck of a storm, wasn't it?

Roxas spent the rest of the hour conversing with the musician; He'd found out that Demyx had his fair share of instrument practice. When the bell rang, he got directions over to his next class and ran there—it was all the way across the building.

When he reached it, the bell was ringing. He quickly grabbed a seat just as the bell finished—he was safe.

Almost.

In his panic to find a seat, he had failed to notice where he was sitting. He glanced to the side and nearly yelled in surprise. His face flushed completely, he pointed with a shaking finger at the form that was Axel.

The redhead grinned at him. "Hey there." His tone was sly and flirtatious. Damn, he had to deal with this kid twice in one day?! Axel reached his hand out, making a 'hand it over' motion. "Gimme your schedule. I gotta check this out." Roxas grumbled, and handed it to him.

Axel scanned over it for a moment, smiling bigger and bigger the more he read.

"Well! If I hadn't deliberately gotten out of that Music Theory to get away from that annoying punk, Demyx, we'd be together all day long. Should I walk you to our next classes, baby?" He jested. Roxas looked horrified.

He snatched his schedule away from Axel, and as the redhead pulled out his own, took it, too. He looked at the desperately, hoping to all gods that he was joking—but he wasn't… Second hour, out of six, was the only one he had away from the redhead. "… Fuck," He said in disbelief. There was a laugh behind him. He jumped and turned to see Sora was there.

"You've got a mouth on you… Whose schedules are those..?" He asked, taking them both right out of the blonde's hands. He looked over them, and blinked. A sudden terror was struck across his face. "Dear… Dear god… Oh dear god, Roxas! I'm so sorry!" He said, about to drop the schedules back near their respective owners when a hand snatched them right up.

What were these things, tamales? And who was looking at them now?!

A silver-haired boy was glancing at them, exchanging glares now and then with Axel and eyeing Roxas—gaining more glares from the redhead. He gave the schedules back to Roxas and Axel, shaking his head. "Poor sap. First day, and you're already cursed. How absolutely horrible for you." The boy's tone was very apathetic.

Sora pouted at him. "Riku, be nice to him! He's new, so don't give him a hard time when you didn't even introduce yourself."

Riku shrugged. "What? You just said my name, and I read his on the schedule. No introductions needed."

Sora put his hands on his hips. "Why aren't you friendly?"

"I'm not because you and Kairi are more than friendly enough for me to have to be nice to anyone. If I weren't mean, the world might explode."

Axel scoffed. "If you were nicer, people might like you."

Riku's head snapped toward him. He glared intensely at him. "What was that?!"

Axel raised an eyebrow, looking at him as if he were scum. "You heard me… Your sour attitude's like a black hole around people like Sora. You just suck all the happy out."

Riku reached over to grab him, pulling him up a bit. The teacher wasn't watching them... "I dare you to say something stupid like that again, you ass."

"You're just a stupid jock, why should I care what you think you can do to me?"

Riku lifted him up, out of his seat. Axel jumped the desk and jerked away, standing a few feet from him. They both started to go at one another. Roxas acted on impulse, as did Sora, the both of them getting in the way. Each one of them got a punch, Roxas getting his lip split and Sora getting his shoulder practically rendered useless. Both boys stood their ground, back to back, facing their respective idiot.

… When had Axel become Roxas'?

Axel stared at Roxas in utter disbelief. Riku immediately grabbed Sora by the uninjured arm and pulled him away. As soon as they were over ten feet away, Axel grabbed Roxas' shoulder, grabbing his chin with the other hand—it was a gentle grip, which surprised the boy. "What the hell is wrong with you? You got yourself hurt trying to stop us?!"

Roxas jerked away from him. "I've never been one to let people get into fights…" He retorted, voice quiet. He sat back down, holding a finger over his lip. Axel looked down, and walked out of the room. The teacher called after him, then looked to Roxas and figured out what had happened. Or, at least, gathered as much as he could from the fact that Riku was thoroughly inspecting his best friend's shoulder

He walked to Roxas, checking him out. "Are you alright? Do you need to go to the nurse?"

Roxas shook his head. "I just need a tissue… I'll be fine. Shouldn't you be worried about Axel walking out?"

The teacher smirked. "I've had him a few times before… It's best not to even bother. He won't cause any more trouble. He just walks to his hideout and mopes for a while. He'll be back in class tomorrow—and we weren't going to do anything today, anyway. Are you sure you don't need the nurse?"

Roxas closed his eyes. "I'm fine…"

The teacher nodded. "Don't know what you could have done… He never gets that upset over someone he's just met… Assuming that you have just met." Roxas nodded to him. The teacher rose and walked away, moving to grab the tissues and set them on his desk.

Sora walked to him, Riku following closely behind. He patted his shoulder, crouching next to his desk and leaning against it. "Are you okay?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. Roxas nodded to him, pressing a tissue to his lip—the second one. The first tissue was blood-soaked already from initial clean-up. "I'm sorry… I didn't want you to get into that… What were you thinking, Roxas?"

"Same thing you were, Sora…" He said calmly. "I didn't want them to fight…"

Sora rubbed the back of his neck, and Riku spoke up. "Hey. I'm sorry for that… If I hadn't blown up at him, he wouldn't have hit you…"

Roxas shook his head. "No, it's fine… He was the one who messed with you first."

Riku sighed. "I really am sorry about your schedule, by the way… I wouldn't wish that on anyone… Let alone you."

The teacher called Sora over, and the boy walked over, rubbing his shoulder tenderly. Riku sighed in relief—had he been waiting for that? His voice was quieter now. "… You really should stick around Sora, you know… He's a great kid—and you remind me of him… Just, less hyperactive. It's like… you have the same head on your shoulders, but a different heart in your chest…" He said, before stalking off over to Sora.

The remainder of the hour, Roxas spent thinking. When there were around ten minutes left, a siren was heard in the distance. Roxas looked to the side—he couldn't see out the window. There was too much snow falling… That siren… It was a warning of something.

A blizzard.

Students started rushing out, many of them ringing up parents on cell phones for rides home. Within minutes, the blurred shapes of cars could be seen pulling up. By the time Roxas could start moving much of anywhere, the entire third floor was empty. All but himself, Sora, and Riku, as far as he could tell.

But… Where was Axel?

Roxas suddenly started running, Sora reaching out to call out after him. The blond wasn't paying attention. Was he still there? Was he stuck on the third floor with them? … Why did he care? He dashed down all the hallways, looking in each classroom, each bathroom—even the girls'—to try to find him. Finally, he found him asleep in the corner of an art room on the opposite end of the floor.

Roxas approached the sleeping redhead cautiously, almost not wanting to wake him in the angelic state he was in. However, they were in danger. He reached out, about to touch his shoulder when Axel jerked awake and grabbed his wrist. He stared at him, wide-eyed. "What… What are you doing here? How did you find me—what do you want?!"

Roxas sounded slightly hurt, actually flinching at the harshness of his voice. "… We have to get out… There's a blizzard outside—the entire building's nearly vacated." Axel stared at him, somewhat in disbelief.

"… You know there's a chance you won't get out because you went looking for me… And you still haven't run yet? You came to find me? What kind of a person are you?"

"I just don't want to leave anyone behind… and I knew you weren't around…"

It was about this time that Sora and Riku caught up to the pair, Sora bursting through the room. "Come on!! We're about to get left behind in here! Axel, get up, let's go!" He grabbed Roxas' arm and pulled it, yanking it toward the door.

As he was being pulled, he reached out and grabbed Axel's arm, pulling him up with him and dragging him out. Axel looked almost reluctant to follow him, but he didn't complain. After all, the kid was risking his chance at getting out just making sure he himself made it.

The floor below them was empty when they reached it, and Roxas felt his heart skip a beat in fear. Had they already been left?! It took them another minute or so to get to the doors—they found no one there… Only about five feet of snow with a small path in the middle—quickly filling—greeted them.

Roxas stared at the door. "… No… Dammit! No, how did we get left already?!" He released Axel, and broke free of Sora. His feet carried him right through the door and into the path that was already to his shins. He trudged through the pathway without any of his things—including his coat. He was only in his T-shirt and pants… As he reached the drive where the cars would have been, he was greeted by a wall increasing in thickness. He could see the top of a car, but no one was visible through the thin layer of glass that could still be seen. Within a few moments, the car was covered completely.

The snow was to his knees now.

Roxas turned around, trying to make his way back to the door. He heard a slight rumble, and two voices calling for him—was one of them Axel? He recognized the other as Sora, and tried to call out back to them. The rumbling cut him off, and he looked up just in time to see the snow above him—nearly six feet now—cave in over the path. He yelped, and immediately the door swung open. The last thing Roxas could recall was feeling an intense heat burning around his hand as it reached up for help, before everything went black…

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Yay for fanfic number 2!!

Well now. This got… long. So. How did everyone enjoy the story thus far? Do you want to know what happens to the snow-covered Roxas? Do you wanna find out what it was that was so warm around his hand? Do you want to know why I put in the ZexionDemyx pairing when Zexion never showed up and Demyx wasn't with them when they got trapped? Don't say it out loud!! Review! xD

I had a lot of fun writing this, so I'll update if I get reviews. ;D

Much Love for my readers,

Melodious Nocturne Stalker.