SO FUNNY I CAN CRY
By: Yukisora

Chapter 01
Old Friends, New Acquaintances

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"Happiness had to be grabbed at with both hands and a full heart."
— Nora Roberts "Without a Trace"

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Staring at the piece of paper in his hands, Leon scowled. Tightening onto the stack of notes, knuckles whitened as they strained to remain in control. Sucking in a breath, willing the urge to scream and break havoc away, Leon turned those stormy cobalt eyes onto the back wall of his beige locker.

Damn it. Fuck it. Fuck it all to Hell and back.

Shit.

Releasing that breath, closing his eyes, the brunette grabbed onto his pile of books and slipped the tiny piece of white that has just ruined his life into his astrophysics text.

Dear Sally.

Dear fucking Sally. How was it possible that Leon, Squall Leonhart, had become the Trinity Limit's editor for the Dear Sally column? What the fuck had their teacher been thinking? Did he look like the advice giver?

Banging his head onto his locker, smoothing his features out into his emotionless mask, Leon turned to stalk down the empty hall. Since it was still early—way before school started—he might as well go freshen up. After all, there was no way in Hell that anyone was ever going to find out who's the new Sally.

Oh God, he would cry if it wouldn't completely obliterate his image.

I'm surprised alright. Muttering a little to himself, Leon slammed open the bathroom door. Who would have thought that the editor-in-chief was obligated to become an advice columnist too? That was definitely not in the job description.

Seifer that fucker. He probably knew, which was why he'd turned down the job last year.

"Eh? Leon?"

Eyes snapped open and lit onto the single brunette currently staring at him. Sora Hashiba raised a brow at the load of books his senior and club mentor was currently holding.

"Good morning!" he chirped.

"Hey Sora." Turning from the happy kid—what did Leon care, his life was over—Leon placed his books onto the ground before turning on the faucet. Letting the water run for a few seconds, eyes staring at nothing but the pure white water, Leon sighed once before starting to slap water onto his face.

"So, I heard that Mako-sensei called for you this morning too?" Grinning, satisfied that his chain was clipped on correctly, he turned from the mirror to look at his favorite senior. "Are you officially chief?"

"Yes." Leon didn't even bother asking how Sora knew he had that meeting.

"I knew it!" Cheering, pumping a fist triumphantly into the air, two sapphire gems sparkled over to the soaked teen. "So? When are we having our first meeting?"

Leon gritted his teeth before that very desired and long overdue groan could escape. "Friday," he said, before stuffing his head back under the faucet.

"Friday. Okay, got it!" Poking Leon's books once, he jumped up from his slouched position. Waving to Leon a little, the brunette grinned as he hurried out of the bathroom to meet his friends. "I gotta go! I still need to meet with Riku and Tidus and everyone! See ya, Leon! Oh, and good luck with the column!"

Groaning, Leon grabbed a towel. Wiping his face absently, he glared at the book with his instructions sticking out.

And froze.

"And goodluck with the column!" Sora had said.

Oh my fucking—

God.

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Kairi really wish boys weren't the morons that they were.

Rolling her eyes, sighing a little, she dropped her head onto her waiting palm as her friend continued to squawk angrily. Eyeing the group of guys across the room, she rolled her eyes again. Tidus was literally quivering, staring at Selphie with his sad baby blue eyes.

"Damnit, if I ever catch that stupid blond freak again, I'm going to KILL him!" Selphie growled, balling her small hands into fists. Angry hazel eyes stared down at her new dress, now splattered with paint, in despair. Damn it, she really liked this dress!

Sora whistled a little, hoping that Kairi would be able to calm Selphie down soon. If their angry friend ever found out that Tidus was actually here, sitting in the same room as she was, limbs might actually fly!

"You're an idiot." Kairi muttered, as Selphie stomped off to clean her dress again. Rolling her eyes at Tidus, who looked as though the world's come to an end, she scowled. "Why did you tackle her?"

It had happened on such a nice day too. The sun was out, literally shimmering against the blades of perfect grass in the courtyard of Trinity Academy. Tidus had been standing with Riku and Sora, discussing little nothings when he'd spotted Selphie making her way over to them, carrying a set of acrylic paint.

"Don't you even think of running," Riku had said, snagging their wayward friend before he could hide.

"Go and offer to help her carry her stuff," Sora had added. Unfortunately for them, he'd also pushed Tidus a little to get him moving too.

Next thing Tidus knew, he'd somehow or another sprawled all over his crush. Not to say it was bad or anything—after all, he finally got to touch her at least. Except, in the next second, the paint that had dropped from her hand when he rammed smack into her landed. On them.

Splattering all over Selphie.

Tidus wished the ground would swallow him whole.

"Sora, Riku, I hate you," Tidus groaned, slamming his head against his desk. "I hate you."

"But, if you kill us, Selphie'll hate you more," Sora reasoned, scratching his head a little. "Because, you know, we're friends and everything."

"I hate you."

"Well, I suggest you love us soon because we're the only thing between you and the monster that's going to eat you," Riku said, pointing at Selphie, who had just spotted Tidus.

"Tidus Honda, you're dead!"

Really, it was hard to decide whether he should be happy that Selphie finally knew his name, or upset that his life's ending. "Selphie! W-wait! We should be reasonable about this right?" he stammered, instinctively putting the table between them. "Violence is bad..."

"Tell me right now, you! Do I look like a football? Huh?" Green eyes flaming, she suddenly jumped to the right, intent on grabbing onto his black tee. "Well!"

"N-no! Of course not!"

"Do I look like that piece of pig skin! Am I pointy? HUH!"

"Okay, erm...I know I mistook you for a football this morning..."

Sighing, Kairi closed her eyes as she slammed her own head against the table. That had been Tidus' brilliant excuse for ramming into Selphie that morning? That she looked like a football?

God, why did you make boys such morons?

"Never mind that you mistook me for a football, but don't you think it'd be kind of strange for a football to be holding, oh, I don't know, paint!" Jumping to the left this time, her fingers grasped the air desperately, just centimeters from catching the fleeing blond.

"Okay, maybe I need glasses..."

"Arrgh, Tidus Honda, you are so dead!" And with the grace that was so famous in Trinity Academy, Selphie leapt, over the desk, barely swinging past Sora and landed, with the air of a professional stuntman, onto Tidus.

"Hey, Selphie—Selphie!" Riku rushed forward to grab onto the brunette as she started beating her fist onto the captive blond. "Selph, I know that Tidus ruined your dress and all but—"

"Ohh no, he's dying and you're not stopping me, Riku Sugisaki!"

"Selphie, calm down," Kairi walked over to stand between them as well. "I know Tidus is an idiot—but he has his reasons."

"For ramming me?"

"Tidus rams everyone," Sora piped up. "Don't take it personally."

"Does he mistake everyone for a football and then ram them?"

"Um, well, no." Frowning over at their friend, Sora rolled his eyes at his idiocy. Alarmed as the sudden growls escalated again, Sora rushed over to sooth. "But, Selph! That doesn't mean anything! You're not fat, you're not pointy, and you're not pig skinned, okay? You're a swan, the swan of our school, okay?"

Glaring at Sora, Selphie lowered her arms for a second. "Flattery..."

"Will get your everywhere?"

Sighing at the hopeful blue eyes, Selphie shrugged out of Riku's hold. Stomping over to Tidus, emerald green eyes regarded the blond quietly with the same eerie sneer most wolves have for their prey. If you don't die today, her eyes seemed to say, then you'll just die another day.

"Well, now that one crisis has been avoided." Settling down onto their seats again, Kairi went back to Selphie as Riku turned to his two friends. "Ti, let me call you an idiot. I really don't get how you could get a girl to hate you on the first day of school."

Slamming his head onto his desk, the blond mop flopped over his face as the friend groaned. "I knew it. This year's cursed."

Sora rolled his eyes. "Why don't you join the drama club?"

"If you're thinking of another one of your crazy plans to get me and Selphie together...!"

Ignoring the blond in favor of the two girls across the room, Sora laughed at the glare Selphie was giving them, and Kairi's, admittedly futile, tactics to get her to stop. "I really doubt that's possible, anyway."

"Fuck off."

"Ti, man, we admit it. We pushed you." Grinning, Riku twirled from his seat to roll his eyes at his friend. "But you're the one who told her she looked like a football. Man, don't you understand girls at all?"

Tidus opened his mouth, intent on retorting, when the door slid open. From the automatic hush of the room, the blond assumed their homeroom teacher had finally decided to arrive. Deciding to settle with a sneer and his very happy one finger salute, Tidus turned his attention to the front of the room.

"When I call you, come forward to pick out your schedules. Those of you who are still without locker assignments, sign up on this sheet here and claim your locks at the end of the day at the student's office." A hand reached up to push his glasses in place, Yamabuki-sensei, famous in the Trinity Academy for his balding head, turned onto his roll.

Sighing as student after another walked to the front to get their schedules, Tidus blew out a breath as he slumped back onto his seat. Frowning a little, knowing that Selphie was still glaring at him, he turned his attention onto the window. Riku and Sora had already gotten over the commotion, moving onto the topic of clubs and new teams.

"Tidus Honda! Tidus, are you here?"

"Sorry," he said, scratching his head a little as he stood. Grabbing his schedule, he went back over to his seat. Sneaking a look over at Selphie, the blond athlete froze as those hazel eyes caught him and burned him to his soul. Turning around, he groaned as he slumped back onto his seat.

What a way to start the year.

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Riku blew out a single breath as he looked around the office. Brows drew together as he caught sight of no one but a lady, typing away at her computer. Frowning, sweeping the room once more, he watched as Sora walked over to the front desk.

"Excuse me," he said once. Waiting for the girl to respond, Sora scratched his head when all she did was type. "Erm, excuse me!"

"Be with you in a sec, hon." Typing a few more lines, she giggled a little before switching out of the window and turned to the two of them. Eyes sparkling, mouth curled into a mischievous smile, she clucked her tongue once. "So! How can I help you handsome boys?"

"Oh, well, my cousin was suppose to transfer to school today," Sora blushed, staring at a corner of the room as though his cousin might magically appear. "I was just wondering what class he might be in, so that I could see him before homeroom ends?"

"Name?"

"Hashiba. Roxas Hashiba."

The lady clucked her tongue again as she stared into her screen. "Roxas Hashiba, junior. Official class, 115A. Homeroom, 613."

"Thanks, lady!" Sora grinned, as he ran out of the office, pulling Riku along. The silver haired teen, in turn, rolled his eyes but let himself be dragged along.

"I don't get it. How come I never heard about this before?" he asked as they dashed through the halls. "You know. Roxas."

"He's a cousin of mine. Lived in the States for the past year." Sora shrugged a little, muscles moving as they strained up the steps of their school. Riku nodded, mouth going dry as Sora dashed up the steps before him.

God, he could just die looking at that—

"Anyway, I only found out last night that Roxas was living with me and Cloud-nii."

Blinking out of his thoughts, eyes swung back to the mop of messy brown hair. "Oh yea?" he murmured once, just to let Sora know that he was still listening. Catching up to the brunette, he raised a brow as they stopped before a classroom.

Sora knocked once, eyes automatically looking upward in preparation for their teacher. Riku shook his head, nearly berating himself for his thoughts. Dammit. Damn Sora and his absolutely cute and molestable tendencies.

They both frowned when screams started erupting out from the classroom. Raising a brow at Sora, Riku rapped on the door once more before sliding it open noiselessly. His second brow rose as something like a shoe flew past his head, almost taking out an eye.

"Dammit, I'm telling you to CALM DOWN!" Stressed and ready to pull out the rest of his hair, Franscois-sensei growled as his students continued to fight. "Oh my God," he muttered and nearly jumped out of his skin when Sora tapped him on the shoulder. "No! I don't NEED more students! Can't you see that I'm already overwhelmed as I am!" And, in the blink of an eye, he'd reverted back to his first language, swearing rapidly in fluent French.

This, if nothing else, stopped the two teens currently fighting in the middle of the room long enough to stare at their still swearing teacher. One of them grinned as he recognized Riku and ambled past his conquest to where Riku was standing with Sora.

"Well, well. If it isn't the heir to the Sugisaki fortune." Smirking in a way not unlike a feline, Axel Akuseru clucked his tongue once as he stalked over to sling an arm around his longtime friend. Red hair flamed behind him as he pressed Riku close to his frame. "What are you doing here?"

Riku rolled his eyes. Pushing the horny redhead off him, he watched as Sora spotted out a blond and made his way over to him. Figuring that Sora'll take a while, he turned onto Axel and pointed at their just made calm teacher. "Are you trying to get the man to cry or something?"

"Dude, he's more likely to rage than cry. Don't you know how the French are?" Axel shook his head once and turned as the bell rang. Walking over to grab his bag, he heaved it over his shoulder as he followed Riku out of the room. Waiting patiently with him, he glanced down at his schedule and scowled when he noticed that he had French first.

Figures.

"Hey, sorry for the wait," Sora huffed as he slipped out of the room, pulling a reluctant blond with him. "Hey Axel, how's it going?" Sora looked over the redhead once, nodded, before that all too familiar gleam entered his eyes. "I hear you're the vice-captain of the kendo club, Axel. Can I interview you...along with your captain?"

Axel's brows rose. "Is it going to be on me, the club, or the captain, little Sora?"

"Got me." Shrugging once, the brunette pointed to the blond beside him. "This is Roxas, my cousin. He just transferred to Trinity. Rox, this is my best friend, Riku, and his friend, Axel."

"Ouch, Sora. That smarted. You sayin' I'm not good enough to be your friend?"

Sora grinned again. "Get me that interview, Axel, and you'll be my bestest friend in the world."

"A journalist and you use language like 'bestest'." Roxas shook his head a little as he smirked. "No wonder Cloud-nii doesn't want you writing that feature."

"Hey! Just whose side are your on?"

"Anyway." Roxas grinned, completely ignoring Sora, and turned those brilliant blue eyes onto the two of them. Releasing a breath, Riku felt his brows rise as he noted the similarity between Sora's and Roxas' eyes.

That's it. This is proof. Every single Hashiba's got those damned blue eyes and that's that.

"It's great meeting you and all, but I gotta go." Staring down at his schedule, Roxas frowned. "I'll see you later, Sora."

The moment Roxas disappeared down the hall, Axel slipped that arm back around Sora's neck. "So, little Sora. Mind telling me all the deets on that delicious cousin of yours?"

"Roxas is straight." Sora rolled his eyes. "I gotta go too. See you guys!"

Riku sighed, watching that chain on Sora's bum jingle happily as the brunette disappeared into the hallway. Axel, catching that wistful look in his friend's eyes, shook his head. "Dude, why don't you just tell him you think he's got one fine ass? Sora's gay anyway. Any gay man would go for you."

"Except Sora," Riku muttered. Shaking his head a little, Riku sighed. "Get going. We're gonna be late."

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Roxas sighed, puttering out his lips as he slammed his head against a locker. The room stank of socks and sweat, but the blond had absolutely no qualms about this particular room if it meant he'll have two minutes—just two minutes—of freedom.

You'd think, in a school where there are people who look like they belong in magazines every time you turned a corner, people will get used to beauty.

Apparently not.

"It's because you're Sora's cousin," Tidus Honda had explained to him during second period. "The Hashibas are pretty big around campus. And the fact that you look as...ah, innocent as Sora doesn't hurt either."

"Don't worry about it," Riku had added in fourth period when their English teacher had gone out to grab some papers from the office department. "The girls will die down after a while. It did with Sora."

Releasing yet another sigh, Roxas picked himself from the locker and stood. Unlocking the black lock Sora had provided for him the night before, he took out a pair of sweats and a white tee. Dumping the contents onto the bench beside him, the blond pursed his lips as he yanked his own tank over his head. Frowning at the small piece of navy before him, Roxas briefly wondered if maybe he should have gone with a tank after all.

Didn't that just kind of broadcast he's with the Hashibas, what with Sora's new outfit and Cloud's own black tank? For all he knew, it could be a tradition that the Hashibas wore tanks on the first day of school.

Roxas wouldn't know. He was in America.

"Are you gonna stand there half naked for the rest of the period?" someone asked.

Turning, Roxas grinned when he recognized the redhead Sora had been talking to just after homeroom. "Not that I'm complaining," Axel continued, discarding his own pants.

"Oh hey. Axel right?" Roxas shrugged, eyeing as those toned muscles were revealed from the cargo pants the redhead had been wearing before. "Sorry, I was just thinking."

"Pretty Boy no.2," Axel nodded, grabbing the sweats. "I know. Everyone's been talking." He smirked when the blond groaned from beneath the tee. Stuffing his own clothing back into his locker, he briefly smacked his lips at the black boxers Roxas was wearing. "Good luck not drowning in those girls, blondie."

Annoyed, the blond had stuck his head out from that gigantic tee just in time to see the redhead walk off. Scowling, deciding that Sora's friends were all weird after all, he turned to his bench for his pants.

Only to frown at the empty bench.

"Goddammit, you bastard!"

Outside, walking out of the gym to the track, Axel grinned when he heard the frustrated yell from the locker room. Clucking his tongue, staring down at the sweats currently hugging his frame, he grinned.

"I told you to stop standing around half naked, blondie."

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The entire table watched away in something like fearful admiration. Sora, oblivious to the stares—or, maybe he'd just gotten so used to them, he doesn't even care anymore—chopped away, cutting down the parsley into small bits before moving onto the white onion.

"I mean, you'd think that I, being his brother and all, would have had some, I don't know, importance to him," the brunette suddenly exploded, turning onto the shocked redhead beside him. Kairi, who had long since given up on her portion of their home ec. assignment watched and backed away a little, eyeing the knife Sora was waving around sporadically.

Cooking, Kairi knew, was Sora's favorite pastime. He was definitely his mother's son, inheriting the famous Setsuna Hashiba's miraculous hands when it came to the kitchen. The brunette cooked when he was too happy, when he was depressed, when he was stressed, and especially when he was mad. It was just everyone's good luck that Sora had found out about his little news just before their home economics class.

"But nooo," Sora continued, turning back to the garlic he'd moved onto and slammed into the tiny piece of spice with all the anger and frustration he felt. "Of course he'd accept the interview with Aerith. After all, what's a little brother to the great Cloud Hashiba? Even though that little brother had been the one to fix his teddy when he ripped it accidentally."

A couple of eavesdropper chuckled at this bit of information. Kairi rolled her eyes. Why was it that she was always playing peacemaker anyway? One of these days, she'll get mad and then the word will end because nobody else knows how to keep their own anger in check.

"Sora," she said, watching as the fuming teen dump an onion into a bowl of water and chopped the whole thing, to her amazement, without so much as a teary eye. She'd have to remember this the next time she was making onion soup. "It's only a rumor that Cloud accepted that interview."

"Kairi," Sora grounded, turning those flashing blue eyes onto the redhead, sprinkling the seasoning he'd been preparing over the parleyed chicken. "I heard from one of my most reliable sources, okay? There is no way the information is wrong."

Actually, it wasn't. Kairi had been there when Cloud said yes to Aerith's interview proposal. But there was no way Sora was ever finding that out from her. She happened to like her neck with its new dainty choker from the Flash Flare line.

"And don't even ask," Sora added just as Kairi opened her mouth. "There's no way I'm talking about my sources." He placed the entire tray into an oven, slammed it shut, and turned back to start wiping down everything he'd used.

Pouting, Kairi rolled her eyes but consented when the delicious scent of honeyed chicken wafted over to her nose. Walking over to her own oven, she grinned as she checked the platinum door. The quiet 'ding!' sounded just as she'd found the oven mitts, hidden under a pile of radish. Taking out her own dish, with compliments to Sora, she placed it gingerly along the line of the other seven to eight dishes lined at their table.

"My God, I should thank the older Hashiba," someone muttered, staring at the row of dishes Sora had made.

Kairi grinned. "Chicken, anyone?"

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Cloud stopped.

Eyes narrowed as the soft padding behind him stopped as well. Frowning a little, the blond started walking again, slower, his pace quieter. There, behind him, was the definite sound of footsteps. Eyes narrowed a little, muscles taut, he sucked in a breath as his body readied for battle.

A stalker, eh? Well, Cloud'll take care of that.

Suddenly running, he rounded the corner of the building, eyes gleaming as the dojo sped into view. Blond spikes ruffled in the afternoon breeze, brushing against his face in feathery touches. Behind him, his stalker dashed, trying to keep in pace with the racing blond.

And suddenly, Cloud stopped.

Whirling around, his bamboo sword ready, his eyes widened as they caught sight of the familiar flame tips. The sword inches from ramming into that tall, proud nose, Cloud stopped.

"Oh my God, I almost died." Axel gasped, releasing his breath all in one swoosh. Eyes wide, clutching his heart like a lifeline, the redhead stared at the sword that'd been pointing at his face only a second before. "Cloud, you can kill someone with that thing!"

"Axel! What the Hell are you doing!" Cloud demanded, dropping his sword in favor of checking his club mate. Eyes narrowed as he examined the redhead's nose. "Do you have any idea how close you came in eating my sword?"

"Yes." Axel gripped, emphasizing the word as he narrowed his eyes at his captain. "If I was a second later in my reaction, I bet that pretty sword of yours would've been up my—"

"Why the Hell are you following me?"

"I love you and wanna confess to you," Axel snorted.

"You are!"

Axel sighed. He loved Cloud, as much as just about anybody else in the school, sure. After all, the guy was rich, hot, nice, and has the most kickass stance when it comes to beating the crap out of his opponents. What's not to like?

But, sometimes, it felt as though the guy's a little too clueless for his own good.

Then again, he was Sora's brother. That's gotta say something.

Thinking back to the other blond Hashiba, Axel smirked as he picked up Cloud's sword and slung it over his shoulder. Maybe it was a Hashiba thing; maybe they just have a clueless gene that's prone to no one but them.

"Yea, capt'n. I'm in love with you—that's why I hit on you all the time." Recognizing the teasing tone, Cloud snorted as he started walking towards the dojo again. Jogging alongside the blond, Axel raised a brow at the scowl in those blue eyes. "But, speaking 'bout your captaincy and all, what's this I hear about you accepting an interview?"

"What about it?" Cloud muttered, as he threw open the door.

"Well, I thought you didn't want an article written."

"I don't."

"Cloud!" Frowning, stopping his captain before he could reach for a guard, he scowled as Cloud merely turned towards the next guard. Planting his hand onto the guard, he glared. "Don't you know it's not nice to ignore people? You can hurt their feelings."

Cloud sighed. "Did Sora tell you to come bug me?"

"Yes." Axel shrugged. "But I also wanna know. I heard he made a whole row of food in class. Don't you wanna know what's got him so pissed?"

Cloud shrugged, copying Axel's move from earlier. He already knew what's gotten Sora in such a bad mood. His brother never did like to lose his bone to someone else. "Me," he said, and snatched a helm before Axel could block him.

"Ha! So you do know! Why are you doing this to your own brother?"

Even as Axel watched, Cloud walked over to the front of the dojo. By then, the club should have started. Members milled around the area, awaiting their new captain. An immediate hush descended over the group as Cloud entered the room, followed quickly by Axel.

"Everyone," Cloud said, projecting his voice so that the last two idiots all the way over at that corner would come to their senses. He raised a brow as they sprang apart, looking guiltily over to where the captain stood with the vice-captain. The girl muttered a quick goodbye and left, leaving her boyfriend alone.

"Looks like everyone's back," Axel grinned, interrupting Cloud's next words. Amber eyes turned onto his captain beside him, making sure that he hadn't interrupted anything major. Pleased with the slightly annoyed expression Cloud threw him, Axel turned back to the group.

"Did you all enjoy the parties and the sex?" Everyone laughed. "Tomoshiro there looked like he was doing just fine," Axel added causing the guy from before blushed. "It's good to see the old faces back. And to the new innocent lambs, I'm vice-cap Axel Akuseru. That's A-X-E-L. Got it memorized?"

Cloud shook his head, rolling his eyes a little. As usual, the redhead did nothing but smirk back. "And this, here, is our own national level captain, Cloud Hashiba."

Cloud had just stepped up to say his little greetings when Axel had added, "Our own resident teddy lover."

And, much like Roxas had done a few hours earlier, the blond blushed. However, much to Axel's disappointment, the captain didn't rage. Instead, he merely stood by Axel again, leaned in close, and whispered.

"Axel you bastard, you're so dead."

Chapter End

Author's Corner

Okay, to anyone who might have had French heritage and read this: absolutely no insult was meant with the previous statement about the French. Frankly, I like people who can scream and rage when they want. It was a stereotype and yes, I know stereotypes are bad, wrong, unethical, and doesn't pertain to everyone and all that. But, for the purpose of this fanfic, we'll just have Axel and Riku a bit blindsided, okee? ;

Notice that I didn't have Sora add the "sempai" honorific on Leon. Intentional. It would have gotten annoying to add honorifics to every little greeting. (Because, then, technically we would have to add "san" onto Roxas' whole introduction thing, and never mind the future scenes I have in mind and I didn't want the KH crew to become too anime oriented.) So, again, Japanese would be very limited.

Please don't email me about the little bits of Japanese I'll be inputting into this story. It's wouldn't be worth it because, if there was a mistake, I would most likely NOT go back to fix it.

Next Chapter
Chapter 02: The Football, the Tonsils, the Bath, and Astrophysics
Riku: Tidus really need to learn to control himself. Scratch that, Selphie need to learn to control herself. No, scratch that, I need to learn to control myself. Actually, screw self-control. We should all just go to the nearest motel and get rid of all these horny hormones. Did you hear that Sora? Sora?

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Edited by: Wake-Robin
Last Checked: July 31, 2006