Bound to be errors as I have no itty bitty beta...

I must say, I'm having fun jumping into this pretty much over used AU-High-School world.

Roxas wasn't much of a nocturnal person, but lately, that being one night, he had been. He stayed up for most of the night just… hating school. Even for just the first day. He assumed he had just wasted hours in useless classes he didn't exactly need. Hours that he could have spent home lying around playing video games. Violently educational video games, as he put it to his mother.

Why on earth would Roxas want to speak French? On top of that, many of the things he was being taught, particularly in math class, he already knew. He wondered if he had been placed in the wrong grade. Being a seventeen year old eleventh grader made him feel... inferior? Or plain stupid. As far as Roxas knew, he could've probably started collage this year, but no, he had to go through the real-deal and suffer.

His alarm clock awoke him at 7:00am. His wet, drooling face rose from the covers as he stared at the awkward little clock with despise, it had a horrible cathedral-like-bell clanging. Not once, not once since he bought that thing had he ever used its alarm and already he made a note to himself to buy another one. Maybe one with a soothing, quiet, and peaceful alarm. Yes, that sounded reasonable. Also very existent.

"Burgh--" Was the only noise that came out of his mouth as he reached over to try to smack the loud monstrosity. He finally managed to strike the SNOOZE button but nothing appeared to happen. Predictable, the thing was just meant to be a device of annoyance. He grunted as he stood up and furiously pulled the plug.

"Ha." He exclaimed proudly with a hoarse tone.

The blond then realized that he later would have to arrange the time again. He groaned and went on for a cold shower.

"Ahh," Came a satisfied sigh. "For once you make something worthy for me to eat,"

"Hey, I don't have the time of day to be feeding you, alright? Now shut up and finish those."

The boy sitting at the table shot the man cooking an icy glare. Yeah, right. You never have time for anything. This house is a fucking pigsty. Not exactly 'motherly' behavior. "Where'd you learn to cook something like this anyway?"

"It's called Reno's Extra Spongy French Toast, I was born with the knowing. And ew-- don't talk with you mouthful," The redhead walked to the table with his own plate stacked with the half-burnt breads.

The other merely shot him another glare and continued to chew loudly and openly.
Obnoxious, cocky little son of a--

"By the way," Reno raised his fork and furiously pointed it at him across the table. "-the school year just fucking started and I swear," The fork shock with rage at the other's tip of the nose as the redhead stood from his chair to make himself more threatening. "If I have to go down over there for your 'disorderly conduct' notices again like last year, I am going to be one hell of a angry man Axel, get it memorized."

The other's trimmed eyebrows slowly met. "It's 'got it' not get it, dumbass." He spat with a sloppy shrug accompanied by a rather annoyed look. "And hey! I behave!"

"Oh shut up, I still have the Suspension Warning notifications, all four of them. And just so you know, it's not my responsibly to go down there and take care of your shit. I'm just telling you, I'm not covering up for you again."

"Alright." The boy picked up his backpack lying on the chair beside him and stood up abruptly.

Reno narrowed his eyes as he watched him leave. "Fucking brat," The loud bang of the front door rattled the kitchen window. He rolled his eyes as he was about to put in a forkful in his mouth when he glanced at his watch and spewed out his chew.

"Oh great. I'm an hour late for my first class! Thanks asshole!" He yelled out to the open window. The redhead could almost hear his brother return an insult from across the street. Reno wondered for a minute which had the worst temper; things blew up in their house as if literally being combusted. 'Hot headed redheads' was an understatement for the two.

When Roxas came down to the kitchen, he was surprised to find his father there, business-suit and all, making breakfast.

"What are you doing?" Roxas's frightened voice asked him as he dropped his backpack on the counter and carefully approached his father. "You can cook?"

Phillip laughed heartedly. "Of course! Who do you think fed you when you were a baby?"

A machine? Some kind of high-powered robot? The blond's eyes widened in horror. No. He was not going to ask further questions regarding that statement.

The man set a plate on the counter in front of Roxas. A huge pile of puffy pancakes dripping with syrupy goodness stared back him. The boy decided not to care about the fact that he might later get a sugar-attack, after all, good chance there was that he wouldn't have lunch at school. He grabbed a fork, a normal, beautiful, one-task fork, and began shoving the food in his face.

Ahhh. Almost as good as the ones from the Gainsborough's Made With Love Bakery bakery.

Wait a minute -there was a good chance both his parents had the same job- but right now he wondered if his father was actually some kind of magical chef.

He liked that idea.

For some reason, Roxas never really wondered where the food he ate came from. There were always very good meals served, which he usually ate all by himself anyway, and he never wondered where they came from. His nannies were very good cooks, excluding Fauna, so he supposed they always cooked, even when he didn't see them doing so. Never would he have thought that it was all his father's doing, if not all.

Strangely, Roxas felt rather content with the current picture.

His father making him breakfast, ready to take him to school and then head off to work.

So normal, for once. The fact that his mother was still asleep took away a little from the family-moment but that was ok. Waking her for this would be the saddest attempt of suicide. Aurora Rose was not a pretty woman when she was randomly woken before 8:00am. Unless the apocalypse was taking place outside, not even Phillip was allowed to wake her up.

His father took a small stool and sat beside his son with his own plate in front of him. Roxas stared at him for a while. Not that Roxas was any kind of pussy, but maybe this would be the perfect moment to tell his dad he wasn't really taking the whole school thing very well.

"What's wrong, son?"

Thanks for doing this Rox, you're making your mother very happy

The bloody words echoed in Roxas's head. Again, why couldn't he just go with the crappy but loveable cake?

He sighed, pushing his half-finished breakfast aside. He couldn't, he just didn't have it in him to let his mother down like that.

"Nevermind..."

His father gave him a concerned look. "Come on, Roxas. It's just been one day, my son's not a pussy,"

Roxas turned to him wide-eyed. "I-I wasn't-"
"You can take it, boy, I know you can. Everyone has a hard time at first. I remember my first day of high school. It was perfect, I praised all over, but still-- I know you can handle this." He patted his shoulder. "And I'm sorry to say this but… we're not taking you out."

Roxas's huge blue-eyes continued to widen to a miserable, disappointed look.

"You'll find yourself some friends, join in some clubs, maybe even get a cute girlfriend or b--"

"Phil, can we leave now, please? I don't wanna be late, I already made a bad first-impression on my teacher."

The second the blond walked in his class he noticed his teacher sitting at his desk and was greeted by him.

" 'morning, Roxas." He announced, glancing up from his desk and looking busy with papers and books in front of him. Roxas was tempted to ask for an autograph, he bet it would be worth some on eBay after he confirmed he was indeed a praised figure.

"Good morning, Mr.--" Male model? He looked at the nameplate on his desk. "Leonheart."

With excessive carefulness, Roxas proceed to make his way to his desk. The same scenario, loud and explicit, from yesterday surrounded the classroom. He sat on the same seat close to the white-haired kid who had warned him the previous day. Said kid suddenly leaned in inches from Roxas's face,

"I heard rumors that Mr. Leon's a grumpy o-new-teacher. He'll say good morning to you one day and then never ever greet you again."

Roxas leaned back fearfully, ignoring the pain on his ribs from the side of the desk. "Oh um… uh… okay." He said, wondering how that piece of awkward information could be useful. He slowly turned to face the front again while trying to accommodate himself to a proper sitting position as the personal-bubble-invading kid sat back down.

Suddenly, the boy sitting behind the white-haired weirdo reached over and touched Roxas's shiny blond locks. "Oh my god," He awed. "Your hair is so pretty! I love your style!"

Roxas felt so violated. "Um, th-thanks." He shuffled away from the hovering hand above his head. The weirdo, less weird than the hair-admiring-kid, smiled at Roxas playfully.

"Oh this is Sora-- he's known for one and only one thing at this school: Happiest Boy on Earth." He grinned. His brunet friend flashed him a radiating smile, nearly blinding Roxas. Not as blinding as his hair-do, of course, he'd hate to be sitting behind him.

"I'm Riku," The weirdo blurted, pointing to himself proudly. The blond gave them a cheesy smile while nodding approvingly as he opened up his book.

"Roxas."

Well, these two seemed rather friendly. If friendly meant 'bothersome freaks' nowadays then yes, they were the friendliest.

Riku lowered his voice to a satisfying whisper after he noticed Mr. Leonheart had begun speaking to the class with his back turned and writing numerical nonsense that Roxas couldn't focus on.

"Wow!" The whisper came rather loudly anyway, "Roxas, you and Sora look alike all kinds!" He pointed out while looking back and forth at the two.

"Yeah, I was just noticing!" Sora piped up excitedly, also with an irritatingly loud whisper. Roxas laughed nervously.

"We could almost pass as twins!" The kid giggled.

"Almost," The blond forced a smile.

"Hey, you wanna hang out with us?"

This time, Roxas smile was an even cheaper look. Almost like the look one would give after witnessing a bird crash on a window and crap itself from the impact and then slowly slide down while letting its own excrement smear on its body.

By lunchtime, the three had already bonded enough for Roxas to despise the topic of global warming and hair care for the rest of his life… And never want to heart it mentioned around his person as long as his ears were still attached to his head.

He forced himself to enjoy a turkey sandwich from the cafeteria, except this time Riku and Sora invited him to eat lunch with them outside. He did not blame the poor turkey for tasting so foul, only the thought of the cooks letting the meat sit out for weeks until it became rotten. He mentally sighed. He really needed to stop these rich-boy opinions already, he felt them getting annoying in his head as he knew he wouldn't be going anywhere far from school other than his house anyway. That feeling of "can't fight 'em—join 'em" was beginning to sink in.

"So Rox, you've been home schooled since you were born?" Riku asked, wide eyed.

"Yeah," The blond shrugged, "it's not that bad," No, it is not. It is-- was a beautiful and homey heaven. Free of personal-space-intruding-people and rich, fabulous meals that were genuinely edible. Also, and Roxas's personal favorite of the many benefits, a very clean, very private bathroom.

"So how come you were never started on regular school?" Riku continued, oblivious to Roxas's thoughts. The blond shrugged again.

"I don't know, my parents --my mom-- wanted me to… get out. Socialize and stuff."

"We'll socialize!" Sora piped up, stopping the enjoyment of his nachos for a second and then wiping his cheese-covered jaw. Roxas didn't want to know what the hell he could have meant by that.

A large crowd of people suddenly rushed passed before the trio. Riku scoffed repeatedly. "Ugh, well look it is; making their yearly Popular Admiration Day lunch meeting-"

"The Plastics," Riku and Sora growled in unison.

Roxas stared wondrously at the group of people who seemed to be surrounding a certain attraction in a circle. "What are 'Plastics'?" The blond air quoted while munching on his sandwich. Strangely, he was begging to grasp a decent taste from it now. Perhaps it was the school-ish ambiance or something that was making his taste buds accept defeat.

"Only the three biggest bitches in the school," Riku snarled, glaring at their direction.

Roxas looked around, trying to get a glimpse of the supposed bitches, but the admiring mob seemed to be blocking his view as they were all around them trying to sit and have lunch with them. Sora shook his head disapprovingly at their direction, "You see the redhead? That's Kairi Lockheart, second in command. She's the queen of all gossip. She knows everything that goes on that doesn't have to do with academics," The brunet explained, pointing, with a dripping nacho, at the group who was begining to disperse. "Classy good girl gone bad," he said lowly with a saddened, disappointed look.

Riku nodded to Sora's statement. "Yes. And the girl swinging the jump rope and chewing on it is Selphie Tilmitt. Everybody loves to touch her harder-than-rocks hair. She is the most brainless organism on earth. Some people just think she should've been born a blonde," Riku nodded.

Roxas raised a eyebrow at him.

"No offence."

The blond only went back to eating to slurping his milk through the overly-thin straw, nearly chocking from lack of oxygen. He popped his lips off of it and breathed loudly, "What's with the pink-haired chick?"

"It's not a chick," Sora giggled, Roxas feared a nacho would snort out of his nose.

Riku's eyes narrowed dangerously. "That would be Marluxia." He grumbled with what looked like viciously gritting teeth to Roxas. "Marluxia Blume." He uttered the name as if it had been forbidden to be voiced from his mouth for thousands of years and that had been his first time. Which wouldn't be too hard to believe with just looking at that hair.

Riku grunted, "No one knows how he does it or even why but everyone loves him. Boys just as much as girls, I mean, most girls envy him. He is the biggest cum-sucking skank to have ever walked the earth. He is crazy about the fact that every year he can just be prom king and queen all by himself. Now, don't get fooled by the all sparkles and floral patterns and all that pink-- Marluxia is the word evil brought to meat and bones. He's the type of bitch who would accidentally kill his best friend, throw the body in the river, bribe any witnesses with a makeover and then live life as normal as possible in order to hide the truth from the rest of the mourning world." He panted deeply after having said all that under one breath.

Roxas stared at him tensely and swallowed the bulge of terror in his throat. "Wow," He said, sounding non-too interested. It just happened to be the only word that could escape his mouth after Riku's diss.

"Exactly." the white-haired boy snarled. Sora patted his shoulder. Roxas could only look at them with his most 'weirded-the-fuck-out' look to date.

The words 'after school' meant heaven to Roxas. 'Hanging out' with his new best friends, did not.

"HEY!" Sora jumped up at Roxas from behind while he was at his locker. The brunet loved to yell at people two feet away from them as if he were across the school.

"Oh! It's you!" Roxas exclaimed, after slowly turning around and attempting to sound excited. And then there it was again, Sora's godly smile. "Yeah! So anyway, do you wanna come over to my house and play video games? Riku and I hang out after school almost everyday." He nodded happily.

Roxas gulped. "Uh-um I can't, actually-- I have to go home and do… um… um-"

"Homework?"

"Yeah, that." He banged his locker closed and smiled at the happy boy before him. Some deep, deep part of him almost felt sorry for being the way he'd been since he met the two. But that part of him was buried way, way deep and he didn't need to pay attention to it. "See ya, Sora."

For a second, the brunet had a sad look on his tiny features, but that was one unusually short second. He somehow lit up again after hearing Roxas's 'see ya'.

"Okay!" He yelled at Roxas's back as he walked away, "See ya tomorrow, Roxas! I'll call you!"

Dear god! Roxas paced, pretending he wasn't the one Sora was yelling at and trying to blend in with other passing students. When did I give him my number?!

The boy hadn't yet stepped out of school grounds when his cell phone began to vibrate against his back through his backpack. He continued to walk as he took the time to frantically search through it, now a bit heavier than before. He suddenly, and probably much expectedly, bumped into someone with strangely hard force. Aw crap!

He fell back, startled from the collision and the vibrating backpack in hands and stopped looking through it when he noticed who he had knocked into. "Uh…" a squeaky sound left his mouth. He remained sprawled on the floor, gawking up at the figure before him. He gulped.

"Um, the word you're looking for is 'sorry'." Selphie whispered while bending down, she smiled at him, nodding stupidly.

Kairi gasped. "Oh no, no, no, no, no-- it's ok, it's alright," Kairi said to Marluxia, who was on the ground before her, mouth wide open and staring at the startled blond.

"You're ok, you're alright," The redhead dusted Marluxia as she helped him up and fixed his hair.

"Uh," Roxas tried not to sound too careless as he stood up and dusted his own rear. "Sorry about that, wasn't looking."

The pink-haired boy smiled kindly, which somehow seemed to actually be more terrifying than kind. "Let me help you with that," the boy bent down and helped Roxas gather his scattered belongings.

"Oh… thanks," He said, mostly making that sound like a question. Marluxia only continued to smile at him.

Kairi and Selphie exchanged horrified and confused looks back and forth.

Ahh ok. I love Marluxia. I love everyone, actually! The entire idea of the fic was born with a tiny, crack-filled, silly little thought of how fitting Marluxia would be as this character… being comically OOC, of course. But it's going to be a challenge trying to keep him IC… or everyone else. Heh. It's my first KH fic and it's all good fun! And Marluxia Blume? Yes, I WTF'ed at that myself. I don't know, it means flower, according to a translator, and my excuse is that I was high. Hey, it was almost going to be "Schwul"...

I also wasn't going to introduce Axel yet, not until like, three more chapters? But I thought, oh what the hell, nobody likes to wait that long for the main attractions.

Anyway, I'd like to believe that there are a few souls reading this thing so, since I normally don't ask for these, please review! Flame, even, I like it all.