Random: Um, still got an inspiration to type here. Thanx to my reviewers: Bleeding Heart -Envious-,Evrae Valkyrion,Triptic, and Hoshizora no Hikari! I appreaciate your feedback, so in your honor, on with the story!

Dis-thingy: Again, i admit that Im not that creative.


"So…are you excited?" Naminé's father asked with a happy expression, while rubbing his hands on his thighs—a nervous habit. She didn't return the smile.

'What is there to be excited about? Knowing that this is creating more space between Sora and I? There is nothing to be "excited" about.' Naminé resisted the urge to burst into tears.

She looked out the tinted windows, and spotted fellow classmates walking about, greeting each other after being away for the break, or standing around clueless.

"Honestly…no. Well, this is goodbye. See ya. George, please pop the trunk." She unbuckled herself, and scooted to her right, her jeans slid across the leather seats.

"Wait! Naminé!" She was already behind the black limousine when her father stepped out, and slammed the door quite loudly. She hadn't even heard him.

Her father brought in a generous, and steady income with his franchise back in Destiny Islands. He liked to occasionally splurge—though, only on special events. Like, his daughter moving to Hallow Bastion to attend their college, with a full scholarship due to her expertise skills in the Arts.

Honestly, Naminé completely loathed the idea. What if he came back, and she was all the way in Hallow-what's-it's-name! But, this was the "best one out there" according to many of her father's associates who congratulated her for being chosen.

'Whatever.'

"Look, I know you've gone through many…issues," He chose his words carefully and she rose an eyebrow. Her father was never good with 'word selection'. "But you shouldn't behave like a lifeless girl, moping around every day. You are still among living even though he isn't around any more. This is a chance of a life time, and your practically…–you just don't care! It's absurd!"

He had struck a nerve, a very sensitive nerve.

'He had to go and bring him up, didn't he? He wants to remind me of the Hell he put me through' She though angrily. Her father had no right to speak of him around her anymore.

"You know what? If I want to mope around all day then I will! Because, newsflash, Dad, Im An Adult! I can handle myself, so lay off, and go home!" She retorted, as her voice was a panic-like yell. Heads turned in their direction, whispered, then looked away.

"…I…I…assume that I ought to let you be then, since you're so sure of yourself. Good-bye, Miss Desirde." There was a pained looked in her father's amber eyes that were narrowed to slits. She should've felt guilty, but no, she let irritation control her thoughts, and actions. Who cared if her dad felt hurt? She did to.

"Bye." She said bitterly to the door as she closed with another slam.

She wrenched her things from the vehicle's trunk before it drove away, kicking up rocks, and dirt in her direction. She snorted, and shifted so two pieces of luggage where were in one hand, and the largest suitcase was in the other. Naminé turned around, and faced the college before her.

'It sort of looks like a castle but…modern.' The four-story walls were made of crumbling an unknown, gray, stone, with nothing visible between the cracks. The windows had black shutters before all of them, but air-conditioners were placed at random. The roof was the same black of the shutters, but some type of metal instead.

To her left were about four office-like buildings —made of the same stone as the Main building—, tinted windows, more air-conditioners, cement porches led up to the red double-doors, and dirt pathways connected those structures along with lamps that looked like they were stolen from Ancient London.

To right seemed to be an endless park with trees sprouted from the green ground, and more paths leading twisted in almost every direction. Additional ancient looking lamps guided the way, and metal benches were practically everywhere.

Naminé craned her neck farther right, and spotted many more buildings that looked identical to Main one in front of her. She was sure that was probably another campus but she wouldn't know unless she asked.

Which brought her back to the Main building.

She faced it—unimpressed. She expected more from a college that was known to achieve, and surpass, greatness. Hallow Bastion College for the Artistically Gifted. Not very creative, but the name was very well known; located in the heart of, obviously, Hallow Bastion. Some say the name was changed to Radiant Garden after the heir to the Kingdom was found, and set to become King.

Monarchy…that's primitive. Naminé scoffed at the idea of 'Kings' and 'Queens'. Had anyone evolved since the 19th century? Didn't they think that the idea of someone that was supposedly 'royalty' ruling over them—possibly with an iron fist—somewhat demeaning? Sure, playing Princess with all your playmates was fun back then, but when now, when your older and have supposed to matured…shouldn't you have left that all behind?

The blonde felt like she was jumping to conclusions, and not really listening to the other side of the story. Then again, what would they say…better yet do? Send her to a dungeon? Haha.

She huffed again then marched to her way into the towering building. She felt an orthodox sensation grab hold of her stomach. It flipped her organs upside down, and squeezed them. Breathing was complicated. Her hand flew to her belly, trekking down the bright hallways lighted by ominous lights.

The pressure tightened when she realized that the whole place was eerily quiet. She had just seen about a hundred or so students outside, so where were the people on the inside? She stole a glance behind her but the foggy glass doors revealed nothing. Naminé continued on her way cautiously, ears alert for a signal that there was life among the halls.

She strolled for about half an hour before realized just how lost she was. Her head swung left-to-right for something that would give her a direction to head in. No dice. She tried using process of elimination but that got her absolutely nowhere.

Naminé groaned quite loudly. She didn't really care though. Who was here to tell her to keep quiet? No one. Which was a problem. No one was here to say go this way or that, no one to actually tell her where the Head Honcho was, no one.

"Ugh! This is so—" She began until someone else finished.

"Frustrating?" Female. She guessed. It sounded pretty feminine.

"Yes!" She responded and turned around. "God, I must've been searching her for…ever…"Naminé lost her voice after seeing the stranger.

Immediately, Naminé was struck was emotion known as familiarity. She thought she had seen this woman somewhere before, but then again, the female before also looked like she belonged on the cover of 'Sports Illustrated'. Her long, honey colored hair waved down to middle, with lighter streaks intertwined, bangs were pushed back by a brown clip that matched her russet pin-stripped suit that hugged the right, voluptuous, curves. But the things that startled Naminé, and what brought out the feeling of curiosity, were her bright, cerulean eyes.

Her quick smile had warmth in it. There was a sincere depth to her smile.

"I had the same trouble when I first came here as a freshman. I searched the halls for about an hour before I realized that I was right were I needed to be. Amelia Lisedon."

Her hand reached out to reveal perfectly manicured nails. Instincts kicked inside Naminé, and she greeted the woman with a nervous laugh.

"Naminé Desirde, Im a new sophomore here."

"Oh, so you attended a different college before this one? Why the change?" It was a perfectly normal question, but Naminé thought it was giving out too much. She explained anyway.

"To be honest, I just felt like the courses were too easy. The weren't really giving me my money's worth."

It was true, Naminé had taken classes back in Destiny Islands, and the rest was also true. She wasn't being pushed to limit, or reaching her full potential. The school itself had nothing to offer her, so she finished the year, and found Hallow Bastion's request.

" I completely understand. I believe that there are no colleges that are completely right for everyone. Which makes me wonder, why did you accept this college? Besides the fact that this is 'the best around'?" Amelia joked.

"When they offered me the scholarship, I was beyond obliged. I didn't really intend to go here, but things change." Naminé shrugged casually. Amelia nodded her head in agreement.

"It does make—" An intense 'GONGGGGGG!' vibrated through the school's halls. The sound scared the living daylights out of Naminé. Amelia softly laughed at her fright.

"Oh, that's just the bells from the back of the Main Building. Our Dean likes to ring that…some tradition he performed since he was a student…" Her sapphire orbs seemed to look beyond the younger blonde, rather than actually looked at her.

The crude noise finally left their ears, a relieved Naminé sighed.

"I meant to ask, are you the daughter of Ansem Desirde? I just assumed..." Naminé shifted gaze, finally realizing that her bags were resting against the cream walls.

"Yes. It's true."

"It must be an honor to be the child of such an accomplished man!" Amelia smiled, and Naminé tried to. She just didn't know how bad those words stung her. Espacialy since she just told him off ot to long ago.

"Thank you…Amel—…Miss…er…" Now she was at a loss for words. What should she call the woman before her? By her first name? It sounded too casual—it was obvious that she was older than Naminé. Then her last name? Did that make her feel old?

"Call me what you like, Naminé." When her name slipped from her lips, she thought there was a subliminal message she wasn't hearing or seeing. (There was another pang of familiarity between Namine's brain, and soul.) Either way, she had decided to address the woman formally out of politeness.

"Well, Im sorry our conversation couldn't last longer, but I really need to find my dorm building... Miss Lisedon." The said female nodded, but after a cloud passed her face.

"I believe it's only a five minute walk from here. Just go out the front doors, and make a left you'll see plenty of buildings but make sure you reach the one with A-3 painted in red on the walls. Oh, and welcome to our college."

"Thank you Miss Lisedon, good bye, then." Amelia smiled warmly again, and stuck out her hand. After taking it, Naminé set off to find her dorm.


Random: I could be cold, I could be ruthless! You know I could be just like you! You thought you were--oh, right, story my bad. It's just that 3 Days Grace is SO AWESOME![squeals Any serious fans out there, please share you knowledge! I wish i could i say i'm a die-hard fan, but im not that informed...anywayz, on with the vote!

VoTe: Who should have their doorm next to Namine's?

A-->Roxas B-->Riku or C-->Sora

Um, Marluxia can't be an option becuase...you'll see! So just choose, please. '

C YA L8TER!--randomness: i CAN just leave ya up in a tree, thank you--