Alrighty, first chapter.

THIS IS MY FIRST FANFICTION, so please be kind.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own KH or Disney. Go accuse someone else.

The POV may change, but it'll start with Zexion.

Chapter 1


I sighed heavily, leaning against the faded red brick of the school building.

"Hey, Emo freak!" The shout caught my attention, and I looked up to face Riku, the resident playboy. Bloody freaking brilliant.

"What do you want?" I sneered, allowing my only visible eye to glare at him.

Riku gave a mock-pout, followed by a shrug. "It's fun bugging creeps like you. You know, with the crazy reactions and stuff."

"Get a life." I told him sternly, before retreating back to my book. Riku merely flicked me on the forehead before leaving with a slight wave. 'Jerk,' I thought absentmindedly.

Before long, the school bell rang. I nearly grinned; school made me happy, especially since I understood the concepts, not that I can say the same for three quarters of the student body. That same three quarters bugged me, annoyed me, and teased me to no end.

I also heard that there was a new student today.

Youpee.


I grinned madly, before turning to my best friend. "So, your cousin's coming today, huh?"

"Uh-huh." He grinned happily. "Hey, I have an idea. Why don't 'cha go bug the emo? You know, put him in his place and all that jazz. Let 'im know who's boss."

I nodded. "Sure."

He was leaning against the brick wall when I found him, engrossed in one of his ridiculously large books.

"Hey, emo freak!" I shouted as he looked up, startled.

"What do you want?" He sneered, catching me off guard.

To cover up, I gave a mock-pout and shrugged it off. "It's fun bugging creeps like you. You know, with the crazy reactions and stuff." It was the best I could come up with, I hadn't really come prepared to squabble and tease him.

"Get a life." He told me sternly, returning to his book.

I grinned, before flicking him on the forehead and walking away, waving a little behind my back. I then walked back towards Axel, who was busy flirting with some random popular girl. I think her name was Selph-something.

We then met his cousin, Demyx. He was a nice kid, but a bit of an airhead. I mean come one, the emo being passive? It was just scientifically impossible.


As I stepped out of the car, I let the cool breeze hit my face, before smiling happily. I pulled my hood over my face and slung my backpack over my shoulder. "Bye mom!" I called, waving, and then walked onto the school grounds where I was greeted by me cousin and his friend.

"Hey, Demyx! Welcome!" He greeted. I giggled happily; I couldn't help it, my cousin could be so melodramatic sometimes. Smiling, I waved back.

"Hiya, Axel!" I greeted back. It was then I noticed a kid sitting against the brick wall. "Who's that?" I asked Axel, pointing at said boy.

"The resident emo, steer clear from him. He can get pretty violent." Riku spoke up. I turned to him, a frown on my face.

"He looks pretty passive to me." Axel clasped my shoulder, giving me a dissatisfied look.

"Don't judge a book by its cover, Demyx." Axel told me sternly, and I nodded, mortified. The boy looked so fragile and delicate, but violent? I would never guess it.

"A-alright," I stuttered, following my cousin as the bell rang. Well, here goes my first day of school.


"I love your hair today!"

"You two are so good looking!"

"Do you wanna go out?"

Day in and day out, that's how it was. Girl after girl after girl. Even my cheery twin has gotten tired of it. I mean sure, he complains a lot, but now his face is the perfect picture of annoyance. I silently walk up behind him and place a hand on his shoulder.

"Calm down, Sora." I tell him sternly, and he relaxes.

"Right," He replies softly. "I'm just getting too worked up lately."

I nod in understanding. Lately, our mom died in a car crash, which hurt him a lot more than me (he was closer to her) and our dad worked out of town so we lived alone, and Sora refused to let me help with the housework or the cooking, which makes me mad to say the least. I end up watching T.V. waiting for my brother to finish.

And because our house is so large, he's losing sleep at night to keep it clean. He's starting to fail his classes from the housework that needs to be done and the stress has been taking a toll on him. I swear, he'll drop dead sometime soon. It scares me sometimes, when he'll flop on the couch after a few hours of cleaning or cooking.

I tried to convince him to hire a maid, but he won't listen. His teachers make him stay after class, aware of our situation but not caring.

Now don't get me wrong, Sora is a brilliant student- if you don't count art. He's a complete failure at that.

Then again, so am I.

No one seems to notice the stress, either. I can see it very clearly, though. Whenever he tries to concentrate, his brow furrows and he looks even more frustrated than before. And in gym class, he sweats a lot easier and gets tired quicker, due to lack of sleep.

I think I'll slip a Gravol or two into a glass of water tonight, make him fall asleep. I hate seeing him like this, this un-Sora like state. He's more like me, needs a coffee in the morning and everything.

Before, my brother was such a cheery person in the morning, gulping down his cereal or toast or whatever mom would've made that morning with a silly grin on his face while I would sit there, silently sipping a coffee.

Sighing, I removed my hand from Sora's shoulder, instead shooing the girls off, who scurried away with those creepy giggles they seem to possess. Sora just stood there silently, wavering a little, before straightening and proceeding to school as the bell rang.

Make that two Gravol that I slip into his drink tonight.


Alright, I can't promise anything, what with my crazy schedule and all, so you might get three chapters in a week or one chapter in a month.

Inspiration seems to come and go for me like that, sorry.

I /will/ eventually finish this story, though.

HAVE NO FEAR.

Mkay, I'll go and work on the next chapturr now.