"Come on Riku! We've got the 1500 metres today!!" Calls Sora, throwing on his large, yellow trainers and jogging outside, eager to begin the school year with his favourite lesson: Sport.

"Alright Sora…" Replies Riku, strapping up his trainers and glancing over at Roxas, changing on the other side of the room.

"Riiikuuu!" The silver-haired teen jumps slightly at his name and blinks, glancing away from Roxas and standing up, heading out to join the rest.

Jogging towards the class, Riku joins with Sora as Professor Auron as his deep, rough voice announces to the class their lesson plan.

"Now, if everyone will follow me to the track!" He calls, his voice echoing through the old oak trees at the side of the field as they follow him to the track at the far end, Prof. Auron holding up at the back, eyeing Sora and Riku through his darkened, circle glasses.

"Will you two be competing for the best times again; last year was pretty close…" Riku grins rather proudly at the teacher's remark as he beat Sora, only just, in last years summer races. The younger friend narrows his eyes jokily at his rival, folding his arms behind his head as he glances over at the track.

"This year…I won't lose a single race!"

"Don't get so over confident now Sora…" Smiles Riku, folding his arms and waiting at the starting line as Prof. Auron lines everyone up, his whistle between his lips. Standing by the side and checking everyone is ready he signals with his hand, 3…2…1…And with a sharp blow on the whistle, everyone leaps off to a brilliant start, however, Riku stays further behind, keeping a slow, yet steady pace behind the others.

Sora glances over his shoulder, sprinting ahead of everyone else and laughing seeing Riku stuck at the back.

"As I said, I won't lose a single race!" Focusing ahead he carries on sprinting, rounding the corners with speed, but slowing as he draws onto his final lap.

Glancing over his shoulder, he sees the rest of the class scattered on different laps, but knowing he still remains in 1st place. Roxas and Hayner run at the same speed, only a short distance behind him. His eyes squint to try and detect his rival, but to no avail.

As his vision is drawn away from in front, he doesn't notice the tall teen swiftly sprint past him, laughing and continuing on ahead at an amazing speed.

His silver hair flowing over his shoulders as he leaps across the finish line, skidding to a halt and glancing over his shoulder at the baffled Sora, jogging slowly across the line and staring at his all-of-a-sudden proud friend.

"What…how…why…" He pants; hanging his head in shame as Riku pats his back reassuringly, laughing slightly.

"Some things never change Sora…some things never change."

"That was some damn fine racing you did their boys, I'm proud of you both!" Claps Prof. Auron, jogging over, stopwatch in hand and recording their times.

"Next time Riku!" Sora laughs, nudging his friend in a playful manor.

"That's what you always say!" Laughs the older teen, swiftly pulling Sora in a friendly head-lock, rubbing his knuckles over his head as the brunette laughs and squirms in Riku's fine grip.

Prof. Auron grins at the two friends as he waits for the other pupils to finish and record their times, afterwards, another sharp blow on his whistle sends them all sprinting off to the showers.

Of course, the race between Sora and Riku to the showers is won by Riku, naturally.

"You're so cocky Riku! One day, you're gona cry when you lose to me!!" Laughs Sora, poking his tongue out at his older friend before stepping into the shower cubicle.

"Well, I have a reason to be cocky Sora, I always win!" He cheers above the squeaking of taps and running of water, "And never will you see me cry in defeat!!"

"Wait until Kairi wants a boyfriend, then you two will be fighting over her like…uh, well…you two."

Sora and Riku both perk up, able to see each other's heads over the walls, but nothing else. Glancing over into the cubicle to the left of Riku they see Sora's cousin, Roxas, rubbing some kind of gel into his hair.

"…What?"
"Who said I liked Kairi?" Questions Riku, a bit thrown off by Roxas' comment.

"Well uh…you lot have always been friends, I just thought…sooner or later one of you two is bound to end up with her…" Answers Roxas, running his fingers through his hair to gain his punky look. A blinking Sora leans over towards Riku, staring rather intently.

"I thought you did like her…?"

"Well, I uh…it's not that I don't like her…it's just she…me…uh…" Feels himself flush a light shade of pink as the two younger boys seem to be staring quite harshly at him, awaiting his answer. "Will you two stop staring at me in the shower?!"

As his voice echoes around the showers, everyone's heads seem to turn in their direction, chuckling slightly as Riku rolls his eyes and wraps a towel round himself, turning off his shower to go get changed.

Sora and Roxas glance at each other as Riku exits, shrugging and also turning off their showers and heading to get changed.

A stumpy boy waddles over to Roxas, clutching a towel round himself and beginning to change, not before asking Roxas:

"Were you guys talking about K-Kairi?" Grins Pence, his cheeks fluttering red once more as he thinks about his crush.

Roxas just grins as Hayner swings an arm around Pence, nudging him slightly in the cheek and shaking his head sorrowfully.

"Pence, we will tell you this until it sinks it – Neeeever gona happen mate," Winks Hayner, before smiling at Roxas and beginning to change also.

--

As Riku walks on ahead, seeing as he changed before his friends in order to get out of the Kairi-questioning, he heads over to East Block for his Electronics class, taught by the rather laid-back, Prof. Braig.

He is marked as one of the 'cooler' teaches with his trade-mark American accent and long dark hair; he seems to have more fun in electrocuting himself and his fellow teachers than actually teaching the lesson.

He was almost fired a few years back when he decided he was qualified enough to fix Prof. Dilan's, the Food Technology teacher, favourite food blender when one of Prof. Dilan's dread locks had 'accidentally' (By no help from a certain red haired Year 13 student…) got locked inside.

After much arguing between the two Professors, Prof. Braig through he could easily let loose his colleague's hair without having to cut it off.

After an excruciating hour of pulling hair and twiddling with blenders, Prof. Braig gave up, stuck his screw driver into the machine without a care in the world, resulting in half of the class room being stained with tomatoes that were formerly inside the blender.

Now, Prof. Dilan is usually a reasonable teacher, if you haven't made the mistake of shredding his dread-locks and covering him in squashed tomatoes – hence Prof. Braig's eye patch.

As Riku crosses the centre field over to East Block, his ears pick up the voices of three Year 12's, sniggering as they walk up behind him and suddenly grasping him on the shoulder.

"Well well well, our little cousin back to school again!" Laughs Kadaj, the younger of the three brothers, Loz and Yazoo sniggering.

Riku sighs and continues walking along with his older, silver haired cousins.

"So, how you getting along? Got a girlfriend yet?"
"Bet he hasn't!!" Laughs Loz, the larger and oldest of the three, with his short silver hair gelled back with a slight quiff.

"Now brothers, be nice to our young Riku, he's got years ahead of him for that sort of thing…" Grins Yazoo, flicking his longer, glossy hair over his shoulder as he smirks at Riku and turns his attention over to West Block, glancing back over to Kadaj who smiles behind his shoulder length, and amazingly straight hair.

"We'll see you later Riku, don't get into trouble now!" Laughs Kadaj, before walking off with his brothers to their next lesson: Music.

Walking into the Year 12 music class, Kadaj, Yazoo and Loz take up their usual seats at the back.

Leaning back against wall on his seat, Kadaj cunningly plans how to humiliate their new music teacher. Scribbling on the desk, Loz continues to draw fat versions of his classmates, while Yazoo flicks his hair out of his eyes, gazing around the classroom then turning his attention to his brother.

"Hey Kadaj, what teacher do we have this term?" His voice rather light and soft, easily complimenting his innocent pale green eyes.

"I don't know…but we'll torment him either way," A smile plays around his lips as Loz chuckles to himself, bringing his attention up off the desk and smirking along with his brothers…until the classroom door slams open.

A gloved hand slams the door shut once more, as a tall figure strides inside, his mere presence sending the whole class into silence as the three brothers stare in horror.

As the substitute teacher picks up the white chalk and scribbles on the board, Axel (ironically sat on the front row) makes the mistake of flicking his lighter.

Immediately, the tall Professor spins round, slamming his extra long metal ruler down on the table and glaring, eye to eye with the now trembling red head.

"Hand…it…over." The deep, commanding words sending everyone into utter silence as chills run through the room.

Gulping, Axel drops his lighter into the black-gloved hands and almost shrinks back in his chair cowardly.

The teacher smirks, tossing the light in the air and whacking it swiftly with his metallic ruler, sending it whizzing through the air into the bin.

The pupils stare in amazement; Zack blinks and claps his hands in a congratulating manor.

"Well done sir!" After receiving a piercing glare from his Professor he stares at the table, a bit red.

Cloud, sat besides him, sniggers slightly, only to find that metallic ruler being slammed down before him, causing him to jump in his seat, staring up at the teacher, his long silver hair trailing down off his shoulders.

"And what are you laughing at?" The blonde tries his hardest not to smile before answering.

"N-nothing…"

"Nothing what?!"
"Nothing, sir…" Kicks Zack roughly under the table as he can sense him sniggering besides him as the teacher turns back to the blackboard.

"I will be your music teacher for the next year, my name is Professor Sephiroth and you will refer to be as that or as 'Sir' nothing else, am I clear?" The class nods in unison apart from the three on the back row, Kadaj, Yazoo and Loz still sit in terror, mouths wide open.

Prof. Sephiroth narrows his eyes and folds his arms, his gaze meeting theirs.

"I am not a Dentist; close your mouths at once!" He orders, immediately their jaws slams shut, as they continue to stare, shaken to their very core.

--

After an hour of torment, in which they are forced to learn about the Classical Era, the Year 12's escape quickly, running down the stairs and out into the field for break.

Kadaj, Yazoo and Loz step outside and just stare at each other, still in a state of bewilderment and shock. Tifa and Aerith exit, swapping their opinions on their new teacher as they come across the startled brothers.

"What is it with you three?" Asks Tifa, pulling out her drink to take a sip.

"…He's our…" Kadaj stares at the ground, pale.

"…He's your what?" Asks Aerith politely, rather concerned for the three.

"Girlfriend?" Laughs Larxene, walking past along with Marluxia, Demyx and Axel, after he retrieved his trusty lighter from the bin. Tifa rolls her eyes and turns his attention back to Kadaj.

"…Uncle." He sighs, knowing this term won't be as fun as they anticipated.