Everyone crawled into the cafeteria, wearily climbing onto benches. That hearless fight drained everyone. Even a couple Fifth Years. Mixteras and Juxiel quickly got into line, hoping that Axel (the lunch...man! Yea! smile) made something edible today.

You see, Axel was on the virge of being sacked. After all of the whole "Sora Fiescos", he was seen as a failure. It seemed he had a weak heart. This really makes no sense, seeing that half of the Organziation members DIED at Sora's hands (though they magically came back to life for the sake of this story!), but no one but Larxene and Roxas liked Axel (Roxas everyone!), and their say didn't count against "Superior" Xemnas.

Roxas, who magically left Sora's side after a series of unpleasant attacks on Sora, now stayed at the University that Never Was. But of course, he was too young to teach, being the age of about the average Third Year. He even would have rathered to have Axel's unpleasant jobs. But no. He was too young.

Anyway, back to Axel the lunch...man! He grabbed their trays with an unpleasant look (of I will kill you all one day), and dropped a mush of sundry things that looked like...who knows what. Juxiel twitched for a moment, but reluctantly took the tray. They punched in a pin number, and were searching for a table. But alas, there were none. Students were sprawled across the tables in a very peculiar, semi-conscious manner.

That was another problem with this school. It was vigorous. You had to be tough to continue on. Few made it past Second Year.

There were Five Year Levels at the University that Never Was. First Year was the lowest-like freshmen in College, though a few years younger. Fifth Years, the highest level, had to take a vigorous test written by "Superious" Xemnas himself (which no one had quite passed yet). If one passed, he could become part of the organization. If not, he had to leave. It was a thought that brought fear to all current Fifth Years.

That's why Mixteras and Juxiel were glad that they were just First Years. Yes, they got picked on every once in a while, but besides that, there wasn't much they had to do. They knew how bad things would get, so they gulped deeply and tried to walk on. It was just too bad they didn't get any break in between. As soon as they picked up their half disintigrated sporks, the bell rang for them to get to class. Half dead corpses reluctantly got up from atop the benches and walked on to class