Sora gave a slight whine, letting his head fall forward on his desk. Roxas was sitting on the bed, flipping through a book. "What now?" he asked in a dry tone.

"I hate chemistry," the brunette mumbled from the pages of his textbook, "You know all this stuff. Why can't you just tell me the answers?"

"Because that would be cheating," was the simple answer.

"Technically not really," the pouting high schooler stated, "We're kinda the same person, right?"

Over the years, it had become clear to Sora that Roxas couldn't be in a body that everyone could see. And from what the brunette could tell, he couldn't even stay like that all the time for just Sora to see him. When he heard his voice only, that's when Roxas was sharing his body. (He has also picked up several new talents now that they discovered Roxas could take over his movements and mind occasionally.)

"I can help you study, but I'm not telling you the answers," the blonde stated simply.

Sora sighed, tossing the textbook towards him and muttering, "I know most of it. It's those polyatomic ion things that I'm supposed to memorize."

Flipping to the correct page, Roxas started to drill him and quickly proved that Sora needed to study more. He didn't, however, because his mother called up the stairs.

"Sora, come down please. John's coming over for dinner, and I need your help." John was his mother's boyfriend, which made Sora a little uncomfortable. He was nice, though, so the boy dealt with it.

"Ok, mom," he said, getting up from his chair. Roxas was gone now, the book lying flat on the bed. Humming a strange tune, the brunette went happily down the stairs.

At school the next day, Sora sat in his Chemistry class and stared blankly at the last section of his test. Stupid polyatomic ions. "Roxaaas," he mumbled under his breath, "Help me please. I don't want to fail."

True to his word, Roxas remained totally silent. With a dejected sigh, Sora scribbled the first thing that came to mind with the hope that Roxas was sending it through his subconscious.

Trying to talk to Roxas during school proved to be a bad idea.

During gym, Seifer, the boy who sat behind Sora in class, strode over to him with his gang of friends. "So who were you talking to during the test?" he sneered, "Got someone giving you answers?"

"No!" the brunette said defiantly.

"Well then, what about a voice in your head?" Seifer laughed, shaking his head.

Sora pouted, crossing his arms. "What if I do?"

"Crazy," Fuu mono-toned.

"He's got to be to say something like that, ya know?" Rai interjected. Vivi nodded.

"Well, a good beating should knock him out of it, right?" Seifer said, pounding a fist into his palm.

Sora paled slightly. He wasn't a poor fighter, but four on one just wasn't fair.

"Sora," Roxas's voice stated. Sora would have grumbled something about him if he hadn't been in such a fix. "Let me do this."

For a brief moment, Sora's body seemed to relax a little. Then, his arms fell from their crossed position and slid calmly into his pockets. He looked up, and there was a somewhat smug air coming from him.

Then, he smirked.

"Changed," Fuu said.

Sora himself, however, didn't know any of this.

--

"Ow..." Sitting up, Sora rubbed his head and promptly lay back down because of the blood rush. He could hear voices nearby, but he was less concerned about that than on figuring out where he was. And how he had gotten there.

Slowly straightening this time, he found that he had somehow gotten into the clinic. Which was weird, because he didn't remember getting hurt. He also didn't remember fighting. With Seifer around, he must have, but...

"Sora!"

Turning his head, he was engulfed in a hug by Selphie instantly. "Oh my god, we were so worried! Never do that again!" She shook him violently to get her point across, Sora's head aching again. "That was so scary, when you-"

"Could you three please leave me alone with Sora for a moment?" Being separated from Selphie, Sora could see Wakka, Tidus, and now one of the school counselors also in the room.

The three left Sora and Ms. Gainsborough alone, the brown haired woman smiling as she sat down across from the very confused teenager. "Now, Sora," she said kindly, "Would you like to tell me what happened?"

"Well, uh..." Sora frowned, "Seifer was talking to me and then was about to beat me up and I don't remember what happened after that."

The woman frowned. "Sora..."

"No, I really don't!" he said insistently, "I was about to get punched and Roxas said he'd handle it, so--"

"Roxas?" The young woman looked puzzled, "Seifer said you were talking to or about someone named that during your Chemistry test."

"Well, yea, but he didn't say anything back." He grumbled a little here.

"Who is Roxas?" Ms. Gainsborough pried gently.

Sora tried to think of a way to describe this. "Well, he's been my friend for a long time..."

"No, I mean why were you talking to him?"

"I wanted to know if he remembered the polyatomic things."

She sighed. "How can you tell if he responds?"

Sora blinked at her. "Uh. I hear his voice in my head?" He stated this as if wondering how else Roxas could be heard.

The woman paused, biting her lip. "Have you told anyone about Roxas before?"

He nodded. "My mom."

Standing, the woman patted his head almost sympathetically. "Alright. I'm going to go call your mother, ok?" She walked off, glancing back over at him before she shut the door.

"Why is she acting so weird?" Sora muttered, leaning back.

There was an exasperated sigh from no where in particular. "Sora, why did you tell her that?"

"'Cause it's true," he frowned, "Why?"

"She's trained in psychology. To her, you just described yourself as a prime case of schizophrenia."

Sora obviously didn't understand. "Shizowhat?"

If Roxas had a solid form, he would be hitting his head against the wall. "Schizophrenia. It's a mental disorder. She thinks you're insane."