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Title: Love Song

Chapter 2: Rockstar

I checked the alarm clock. 5:47 a.m. There was time to sleep before classes started. I closed my eyes and before I knew it, I had drifted into sleep.

I looked out my bedroom window. I had to get out of the castle.

I rushed through the twisting staircases, moving swiftly. I destroyed the lesser nobodies that got in my way. I have to get out, I have to get out, I thought.

I came to a large open room. One I hadn't seen, or if I had, I never noticed.

"Where do you think you're going?" Saix's voice was powerful, angry. He lugned toward me, trying to hit me with his Claymore.

I dodged, rolling out of his path. I summoned my keyblade and struck him in the side.

"I don't need orders from you to leave!" I roared, hitting him again and agian. Eventually, Saix fell to his knees. I walked past him, making my way out of the castle.

Out on the street, I walked slowly. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't care either. The buildings were tall above me. Everything seemed so big, and I was so small in this world.

I kept walking, but stopped when I heard a fimilar voice. A good friends voice.

"Your minds made up?" Axel asked, I could tell he was upset.

I didn't even look at him when I answer. It would've been to painful.

"Why did the keyblade choose me? I have to know." I said calmly.

"You can't turn on the Organization! You get on their bad side, and they'll destroy you!" He answered quickly. As if he cared, I thought.

"No one would miss me." It was a statement. A fact.

"That's not true!" He yelled as I started walking again.

I heard him whisper something, but i couldn't identify what he said. I kept walking. Hopeing to find someone who knew about me. Some one who cared...


Beep! Beep! The alram clock sheriked as I sat up. I ran my fingers into my now tussled blond hair. I stood and looked in my mirror.

Blond hair, blue eyes. Classic goody-two-shoes. They would never suspect a thing. That is if that asshole hadn't told anyone.

"God, I hate people. I know I can't hate because I have no heart, but I do hate people. Hate." I muttered to my self as I pulled on some new socks.

There was a knock on the door. I wondered who it was. It wouldn't be Saix, he knew better.

"It's open!" I shouted as i pulled on my shoes. The door didn't budge.

I rushed toward the door and opened it. The redhead was leaning against the door frame, twittling his thumbs.

"I said it was open." I said, sighing.

"I know. Just wanted to know that you weren't lazy." He laughed.

"Oh, well, is this about earlier? Because if it is, I don't want to hear it, Redhead." I stated.

"Name's Axel. Not Redhead. Axel. Got it memorized?" He looked serious. There was no way that'd I'd argue with him.

"So what do I owe this visit too?" I asked. I knew it was probally stupid.

"Class doesn't start for 45 minutes, and me and the boys always get some coffe before they start. I was wondering if you wanted to meet some people." Axel gave me a half smile. It wasn't a bad idea. I did need some friends around here..

"Sure. It couldn't kill me." I laughed.

"Perfect, but first we have to round up the guys. Do you want to come with me or just wait in the cafe?"

"I'll go. I've got nothing better to do."

We started walking down the hall. Axel led me to the end of the hallway and knocked on the last door on the right. We stood in silence for a moment before we heard an answer.

"Yo?" Came the muffled voice from behind the door.

"Lexaeus, it's Axel!" He shouted, hoping for Lexaeus to hear him.

A moment later, the door opened, revealing a tal mucsled teen, with orangey hair that stood and waved like flames.

"What do you want, Axe-Man?" The tall boy asked stepping out of his room. he inched closer to Axel. It was close, but axel was much thinner and taller.

Axel laughed and put his hand in his hair.

"We were just going to get some coffe." Axel's spikes bounced as he shifted from one foot to the next.

"Oh. Okay, Lexaeus go, too." Lexaeus spoke loudly.

Axel leaned down to whisper in my ear.

"Lexaeus is a bit dumb, but I wouldn't say anything to him. Unless you want your ass kicked, that is."

I nodded slightly and the three of us went to get the others.


"Nice to meet you, Roxas. I'm Marluxia." Said the one with the pink hair.

"Nice to meet you, too." I said, sipping my coffe.

"I, Roxas, am Zexion. It is a pleasure to meet you." His gray covered his right eye. He sounded like he was happy meeting me, but no emotion showed.

"And I'm Demyx." Came a voice. I turned around to see the speaker. He was tall, but not as tall as Lexaeus or Axel, but about average. His blond hair was spiked at the top, but some still hung down. Most of it was tucked behind his ears. His bangs hung over his fore head, moving around as he walked.

" I see that you brought your sitar. As usual." Said Zexion. I looked Demyx. I noticed that he did have a sitar in his hands.

"You play?" He asked me, taking the seat next to me.

"I wish." I said, looking at his beautiful sea green eyes. Great, my second day and I already have a chrush!, I was angry at myself. But I couldn't help it. Deymx was just so cute!

"Maybe i'll teach you sometime." He said, winking at me. I wanted to faint. i smiled dreamily and lost my self in dreams of kissing him.

"You okay there, Rockstar?" Said Axel, bringing me back down to reality.

"Yep. I was just thinking about how much fun it would be to play the sitar." I smiled again. I always liked men who played instruments.

"Ha! You answered to Rockstar! That's your new nickname!" Axel laughed, but I knew he was serious.

"I hate that nam-" I started but someone cut me off.

"Rockstar? I like it. I kind of suits you, Roxas." The voice was Deymx's. If he said he liked it, that's all that mattered to me.

"Fine. If you guys insist, that'll be my nickname!" I sounded mad, but I really wasn't. Axel, Lexaeus, and Marluxia started to cheer while Zexion, Demyx, and I sat at the table, unmoving.

Deymx gave me an amused smile. He blinked slowly, as if trying to make sure that I was real or something. I saw him mouth words which were easy to understand. he repeated them over and over.

Rockstar. Rockstar. He pulled out a notebook and started writing.

I hardly knew the guy for ten minutes and I was falling head over heels for him. I would never forget those sea-green eyes....