Here at Gakko High, there aren't many rules. However, firearms are a blatant violation of the few rules that do exist and those in possession of them will be flogged mercilessly. That's my first reason for not getting a gun from Zexion and putting myself out of my misery. There are a couple more reasons, but I'll leave the rest of them to your imagination.

As I took my seat in the third row that slow Monday morning, I was seriously contemplating risking a flogging if it meant I'd get out of this hellhole. It was English, a fairly decent subject and all, but a terrible class. I was the only student there, and the teacher was standing behind her desk, arms locked around my Drama teacher, tongue down his throat in a fierce game of tonsil hockey. Watching them was a little disturbing, but I couldn't help but feel bad for my Science teacher. This is the third time the Drama teacher had cheated on her with my English teacher. This week.

Once said teacher had regurgitated my Drama teacher's tongue and allowed him to slip out of the window (For dramatic effect, I expect), she did up the top buttons of her blouse, straightened her wig (Don't ask, please. It's better that way) and pulled out a compact mirror to re-applied her lipstick. She spotted me in the reflection and gave such a start she dropped her mirror. It shattered on the ground, but she didn't seem to care.

"Mr. Mizu!" She gasped, clutching her chest "How long have you been sitting there?"

I shrugged. "Long enough." Too long, actually. When's my cue to leave?

She nodded and gestured to the door. "Run along now and play with your friends." Pssh, as if running along would get rid of the mental scars. I was going to have nightmares for weeks.

"But Miss, its class time." I objected.

"Class is dismissed!" She called out, as if we weren't the only people in the room. With that, she turned tail and fled through the door and into the hallway like a bat out of hell. Sighing, I checked my watch. Nine thirty. I scooped my books up into my arms and trudged out of the room, dragging my feet, a feeling of doom brewing in my chest. What I wouldn't give to just have one normal lesson – how the hell was I supposed to get a job after I graduate? I'm sixteen and I don't even know how to use pi! Damn that freaking whore of a stepmother!

The hallways were almost completely empty. Actually, no, they were completely empty. There was not a student or a cockroach in sight. But I could hear something… muffled giggling, was it? Some sort of clanging noise… I doubted I wanted to know, so I continued on my way, to my locker so I could ditch my books for the morning. I rounded a corner, and my locker was just ahead, but as I drew nearer the sound grew louder. Finally, I drew to a halt in front of my locker. It was fairly big – taller than I was and wide enough to hide in – and as I watched I saw the door bend outwards slightly as something pushed it roughly from the other side. Someone was hiding in my locker, and they weren't being very subtle about it.

Quickly, I opened the lock on my pocket to retrieve my locker key, but my pocket was empty. Frantically, I felt around through my pocket, but my fingers couldn't find the small silver key. Impossible! Was there a hole in my pocket or something? Had it fallen out? Did I leave it in my room? No, I had it when opened my locker barely ten minutes ago to get my English books out. Where the hell was my key?

The person hiding in my locker gave one final loud thump and a long, low moan. I sighed internally as I caught on. It seemed there were two people hiding in there.

Rapping gently on the steel, I called out impatiently "Are you done?"

The door opened a crack and I caught a large violet eye and a flash of auburn hair. "No, she's got ten minutes left. Go away." Kairi scowled at me.

I paused, shocked. "She?"

"Hey Demyx." Naminé's soft voice rang out from deep within the locker, breathless and slightly muffled. I sighed. Of course.

"Whatever, just give me back my key, you little pickpocket." I shot, re-adjusting my grip on my books. When I caught that girl with her clothes on again I was going to kill her for using my locker as a brothel. But at least she didn't have a male client in there – males tend leave a mess and I did not want to spend my free morning scrubbing out my locker. Kairi's slim hand appeared from behind the door and offered me the stolen key. Gingerly, I took it from her grip while trying not to touch her skin. Who knew exactly where it had been? Once I had the key, her hand gave me the thumbs up and disappeared behind the door again, shutting it with a gentle click. The giggles started up again, and I turned away slowly.

I honestly had no idea Kairi had female clients, and I didn't know that Naminé had any sexual desires at all. Slightly pleased that I now knew more about the girls, I began to walk away slowly, a smile growing on my face. This was more useful than English would have been.

-x-

Zexion was in his usual Monday-morning state when I found him, which was so hung over he was about to fall off the edge of the Earth. When I entered his office, he was bent over his desk, head resting on his arms in a tired way. He looked up when I shut the door behind me, and his bloodshot slate-grey eyes narrowed at me.

"Don't walk so loud." He complained groggily before letting his head sink back down. I laughed.

"Mornin' Zexy, " I chirped, sliding down into the chair opposite him "Have a big night?"

Zexion just grunted, not bothering to look at me.

I looked around Zexion's small office. One wall was lined with a large bookshelf and several filing cabinets, filled with 'teacher crap' as Zexion put it. Zexion's desk, piled high with paperwork, PC games, some magazines and a laptop computer, rested in front of it. The other wall had several framed photos of people I didn't know and a small couch that I sometimes sat on. The walls were painted a light blue, and the curtains were drawn tightly across the single grubby window.

I glanced over to the small couch that rested against the wall. It was stacked high with all of the previous week's orders that had yet to be distributed. At the bottom of the pile sat a garbage bag of brand new clothing, a stack of porn magazines and DVD's, and on top of that rested the miscellaneous items. Today there was a fluffy pillow, a few PC games, several packs of batteries, a dildo, a dog leash and collar, some firecrackers and a bag of gunpowder, an iPod, a box of condoms, a Swiss army knife and a bag of what seemed to be birdseed.

I glanced over at Zexion's hunched frame. "I have a free morning; do you want me to give some of the orders out?" I asked softly. Zexion grunted a yes, his hand uncurled from underneath his head and tossed a bit of paper in my direction. I picked it up off the floor and saw that it was the checklist.

The first few items on the list were a pair of jeans to Naminé, a Swiss army knife to Roxas (I sweated a little at this), a bag of firecrackers to Axel, a few packs of batteries to Sora, a dog leash and collar to Riku as well as a small compact mirror I hadn't noticed in the pile and three tops and a skirt to Kairi. Thankful I didn't have to touch the dildo, I carefully and quietly sorted out the items, stuffing them into my backpack and making a note on the list what had been taken from the pile and delivered.

When I was finished, I gently placed the checklist back on Zexion's desk and poked him to make sure he was still alive. After receiving a tangled string of swearwords as a response, I turned and walked out of the office.

The first one on the list was Naminé, and as she was still probably using my locker as a hotel room I decided I'd get back to her. The next one was Roxas with his Swiss army knife, and I knew that Roxas usually had Computing first thing on a Monday morning. He liked computers so he never skipped the class. I took a left and started walking down one of the hallways, listening to my footsteps echo loudly off the bare walls and the steel locker doors.

Quite suddenly, there was an ear-splitting boom and the corridor in front of me exploded, sending bricks and debris flying in every direction and the building shook. My survival instincts kicked in and I threw myself to the ground, arms wrapped around my head to protect it from shrapnel. The floor shook uncontrollably and my ears screamed in protest at the sudden explosion. Eventually, the ground stopped shaking and my ears stopped ringing. I noticed how the hallway had fallen eerily silent, apart from the quiet crack of fire.

I glanced up hesitantly to see that the hallway was ruined – A gaping hole glared at me where a doorway had been, revealing the insides of what used to be a classroom. Small flames licked at some of the walls. The sun glinted down at me through a crack in the ceiling, lockers lay scattered everywhere and a layer of dust coated everything, including me.

I crawled to my hands and knees and coughed at the small dust storm I had created doing so. Eventually, I got to my feet and managed to dust myself off. I looked about to see if anyone had been caught in the blast as well, and I spotted a slumped figure in the wreckage of a classroom.

I hurried over, stepping through the cavity in the wall where the door used to be, and bent down next to the person on the floor, who was lying face down and had a scorched flame-retardant jacket on with the hood up. I did a first aid course once and knew better than to risk moving them – they might have a broken neck or some other injury. Instead, I slowly reached down to their neck and felt the scorched skin for a pulse. My heart was in my mouth and my stomach was in my shoes – I really didn't want to have been the one to have found Gakko High's first dead body. At least, the first dead body this term.

At first, I couldn't feel anything. Despair clutched at me like a rabid sloth with long claws. But as I moved my fingers around a little, I felt it. A small twitch. Then another, slightly stronger one. The pulse! I breathed a sigh of relief and sat back, feeling my heart beat in my chest. No dead bodies today!

I looked the body up and down, trying to identify it. I couldn't see any of its hair or the face, but from the legs and torso I assessed that it was a male of about my age, maybe a little taller than me. Definitely a student, though. I couldn't see anything that would immediately indicate who he was, but once I called for help I'd find out. Plus, all circumstances considered, there was really only one person he could be.

"Axel!" A voice shrieked from the ruined hallway, followed by the loud thump of books hitting the floor. My head snapped to look in the direction, only to spot a blonde boy in his late teens. This is where things freeze for a moment.

I'd go into a massive and dramatic introduction, and describe his distraught and shocked features. I might even go on to mention how his black and white checkered shoes matched the wristband he wore, or how messy his hair was today, but I seriously doubt any of you don't know who he was. I mean come on, this is a fanfiction, isn't it? The second I said "blonde boy in his late teens" you knew who I was talking about.

In case I am not in a fanfiction and am actually a deranged schizophrenic locked in an asylum, I will introduce this blonde kid with blue eyes and a bad attitude.

(Drum roll, please)

Roxas Hikari.

Like you didn't know that.

Moving right along.

Roxas leapt over his fallen books and into the destroyed classroom in one swift movement. Before I could blink he was on his knees next to the fallen figure, trying to flip him over desperately. Hastily, I grabbed him back, knowing that flipping the unconscious kid over would just worsen all of his current injuries. Roxas pushed me away and looked at me like he'd only just realized I was there.

"Demyx! What the hell did you do to him?" Roxas snarled at me, fists clenched. We were both on our knees, and I was taller than him, but that boy is scary when he's pissed. I shrank back.

"Hey, don't look at me! I found him like this!" I spluttered, trying to protect my head with my arms. Roxas had a pretty mean right hook.

"Like hell you did!" Roxas shouted, spit flecking his chin in a most unbecoming way.

"Roxas!" I grabbed him by the shoulders and glared right into his eyes "Axel could be dying right now and you're trying to hurt me! We need to get help, right away!"

I felt Roxas freeze. "Dead?"

"It takes more than a massive explosion to finish me off!"

Roxas and I both glanced at the doorway, where the slender figure of a boy with shocking red hair learned lazily against the charred door frame, arms folded and smirk in place. You know who he is, but I'm going to tell you anyway. Axel Kaji. There. My strange habit of introducing people I've known for a while to myself is now satisfied. "I'm glad to know that you both cared so much." Axel smirked.

"Axel!" Roxas scrambled to his feet and stumbled over to Axel, catching the unsuspecting male in a rib-cracking bear hug. I could see Axel's bright green eyes pop out of his head a little as Roxas buried his face into his chest. "Don't you ever do that again!"

Once Axel had regained his composure and his breath, he ran his fingers across Roxas' scalp teasingly, causing Roxas to tighten his grip around the other's middle. "Hey, you were the one who thought I was dead, not me."

It made sense, in an Axel sort of way.

"Hold up." I held my arms out; frown etched into my face "So if you're there, than who the hell is this?" I pointed at the boy lying in front of me. Roxas shrugged a 'who cares' while Axel just frowned.

"Riku!"

All I saw was a brown streak before Sora Hikari was on his knees next to me in front of the unconscious boy, learning over him and roughly poking at his back. Sora had obviously paid attention during his first aid course too, because he wasn't trying to move the body even though he was freaking out.

Still, I pulled Sora back a little, when the brunette turned around and snuggled right up to me, sobbing heavily into my shirt, shoulders shaking uncontrollably, thin arms squeezing the life out of me. I could feel his tears soak a huge wet patch into my shirt, and his shaking and sobbing was almost giving me whip lash. Awkwardly, I patted him on the back. Talk about your overreactions.

"Demyx!" An angry voice shouted. I glanced over at the hallway to find a pretty boy with long, silver tresses glaring at me intensely. Apparently, the mysterious body on the floor was not Riku either. "Did you make Sora cry?" He hollered, face contorted with rage.

Sora heard his boyfriend's angry shouts and looked up, clear blue eyes fogged with tears. The second he laid eyes on Riku, his face brightened by about a few million watts and he pushed me away roughly and clambered to his feet, wiping the tears away with his fist. He didn't have to go any further, because Riku had crossed the space with a few strides and tacklehugged Sora. Within seconds, they were locked at the jaws.

A little disgusted, rolled my eyes and looked back at the boy on the floor. Okay, so he wasn't Axel and he definitely wasn't Riku, so who was he? Looking about nervously, I wondered how far away his boyfriend was and if he was the angry kind.

"Shall we go to morning tea now?" Axel suggested from the doorway. "If we wait any longer, there won't be any pies left at the shop!"

I looked at my watch. It had been barely ten minutes since I had been kicked out of English; how the hell was it recess already? My watch told a different story, however, informing me that it was in fact quarter past ten. My stomach dropped slightly. Where had the time gone?

Although they were all about as straight as a roundabout, they were still males and the thought of pie was enough to tear Sora from Riku and Roxas from Axel. They all turned and were about to exit the room, when I remembered something.

"Hey guys, wait! I have your orders from Zexion here!" I called out, slinging the dusty backpack off my back. The guys doubled back and swarmed me, all thoughts of pie forgotten.

I plunged my hand into the bag and pulled out a pack of batteries. I tossed it to Sora, who stuffed it into his pocket, smiling his thanks. The next thing my hand caught was the dog leash and collar, which I tossed to Riku, who flipped a very suggestive wink to Sora as he took them from my hand. Roxas accepted his knife with little enthusiasm, making me hope he'd ordered it for the screwdriver alone. Axel's bag of firecrackers was next, and I felt like a death sentence had passed over the school by giving Axel more explosives. The last item was Riku's small, handheld mirror, which he immediately used to check his hair and pick something out of his teeth with his fingernail.

"Sweet, that knocks out more than half of the orders in one go." I smiled and shook the bag, relishing the lightness and wondering how big a discount I could get next time I ordered from Zexion.

"Pie now." Sora smiled, and began to pick his way through the rubble and out to the hallway, Riku close behind. Axel shrugged and he and Roxas began to file out too.

"Uh, guys, what about the kid here-"

"Pie now." Riku waved over his shoulder dismissively.

"Yeah, it was his fault for playing with explosives." Axel shrugged, which I felt was rather rich coming from him.

I looked back at the boy sprawled on the floor. The precious moments we had wasted snuggling up to our boyfriends and handing out orders could have cost him his life. As the crucial seconds ticked away, the only thing that I knew for certain was that this kid needed medical attention – and fast.

"Will someone use their phone to call – Huh?" I looked back up, to find that the room was totally empty. My friends had gone to recess and left me with the unconscious kid and the ruined classroom.

I glanced back down at the boy. Childishly, I looked away and glanced back down to him, hoping he'd move. No matter how many times I looked back at him, he just wasn't going to move. I sighed and slung the backpack onto my shoulder. "Sorry, friend, there's not much I can do for you."

Ignoring my conscious screaming at me in my head, I turned and walked out of the room.

-x-

"So I'm trying this low-fat butter on this raisin bread, and hopefully that, along with my new exercise routine, will make me lose three pounds."

"Are you kidding? Just don't have any butter at all. Or you can do what I do and just not eat anything."

"No, I'm a fat pig and I like my food too much. Plus, if you don't eat at all your hair gets really weak and falls out."

"No way!"

"Yes way."

"That's just a myth!"

"And if you don't eat any protein your nails get really weak too, and they break a lot easier."

"Are you for real?"

I sighed and buried my face into my hands. Anything was better than listening to Kairi discussing her dieting habits to Larxene.

I didn't introduce Larxene before, but she's a temperamental bitch in the grade above mine. She has short blonde hair and green eyes, and she's anorexic. She's one of the lesser-known prostitutes of the school, but she used to be the best. However, Kairi got most of her customers after she stabbed one guy behind the gym for shortchanging her. These days she ranks as a grade A slut – if you're decent looking she'll do you, just for her own enjoyment. Ugly kids have to pay.

She spends most of her lunches swapping stories with Kairi and sharing fashion and dieting tips. They also gossip a little, but seeing how most of the juicer rumors are actually about them both, they don't see much point in it. Besides – a good majority of all rumors at Gakko are actually 100% true. Makes things easier for me, but it totally takes the fun out of gossip.

Back at the lunch table, I sat hunched over my can of coke while Kairi sat next to me, munching away at her salad with a plastic fork. Larxene lounged in her chair across from Kairi, painting her long fingernails a blood red. She was frozen slightly at the information that lack of protein weakens your nails. Larxene loved her nails – scratching people to the bone always got her what she wanted.

Kairi ran her fingers through her auburn strands as she nodded "It's true – we had a long discussion about it in Nutrition the other day."

Funny bird, Kairi was. School prostitute and a total bitch, but she was actually pretty intelligent. Honors in History and Geography, in the highest classes of Math and English, and she could have been the captain of the chess club, but she turned the offer down because she figured chess was useless in life. Kairi was a B grade student, which wasn't bad for a girl who had her brains screwed out twice a day. I've never asked, but I think that she figured that while she was hot she might as well have made some extra cash out of it while she was studying for her PhD or something.

Larxene swirled the straw in her drink "But not eating properly stops your period, and I've always found that useful."

"OKAY!" I cried out, pushing myself up from the table. "I don't need to hear about your periods, Larxene."

Kairi and Larxene giggled the second I said 'period'.

"Oh, grow up, both of you." I rolled my eyes, grabbed my can of coke and stalked away.

"Hey, where are you going?" Kairi called out after me.

"Away from you!" I said over my shoulder as I walked, making her laugh.

"Now that's not very nice, Demyx." A male voice piped up from somewhere to my left "Go back and apologize."

I looked over to spot Sora, who was munching on a bag of chips. He smiled his best childish smile at me and offered me the bag of chips. I gingerly reached into the bag and took a small chip, nodding my thanks. I was always a bit cautious of sticking my hand into places I can't see – people have been known to hide those electric shock buzzer things in everything from a bag of chips to the handle you use to adjust a wheelie chair, and I'd had enough shocks to last a lifetime.

Sora walked me back towards the table and took my old seat next to Kairi, so I sat down next to Larxene rather nervously.

Larxene looked over at me and I felt my soul die a little. "Sooo~" She drew out the O in a bored way "I haven't seen you around for a while, Demy darling! How have you been?" She smiled sweetly at me, fluttering her eyelids.

I didn't mention this before, but Larxene has been after me for a while. I don't know if she thinks I'm hot or if she just likes me for my wonderful personality and stunning wit (Yeah right), but she's tried to catch me off guard several times. There was one time, back before I installed a lock on my pocket, when she paid Naminé to steal my room key. She then snuck into my room while I was out and hid in my closet, waiting for me to get back. She waited until I had stripped down to have a shower and she jumped out and tackled me. I know I'm not supposed to hit girls, but she gave me such a fright I socked her in the eye and gave her a massive black eye. She never tried to surprise me again and she had to wear black eye shadow for weeks until her bruise went down.

She still wants me, though. Sigh.

I chose to ignore her, and tuned into Sora and Kairi's conversation. Just what was Kairi's next move in attempting to break Sora and Riku up? I figured I was about to find out.

"So, Sora, is that rumor true?" Kairi asked coyly as she speared a tomato slice on her plastic fork.

"What rumor?" Sora frowned at turned to Kairi, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Kairi shrugged dramatically "Oh, you haven't heard it? I suppose nobody wanted to hurt you."

Sora's eyebrow quirked. "Kairi. Spit it out."

Kairi hid a smirk as she lifted the tomato slice to her mouth. "Oh, I heard from a friend of a friend that Riku made out with Axel last Tuesday."

I saw Sora freeze, and I felt the calm before the storm. My eyes widened and I glanced at Kairi, who was watching Sora and beaming like she had won the lottery. Twice. That bitch.

"Riku… made out… Are you serious?" He muttered, staring down at his bag of chips in shock. His cheeks were slowly going pink as his breaths became shorter and faster. I could hear his heart breaking from across the table.

Kairi continued, seemingly oblivious to Sora's reaction. "Oh yeah, a bunch of people saw them, too. It was in front of Axel's locker, and the people watching said that they both seemed to be enjoying it." She stifled a giggle when she looked back to Sora, whose eyes were so wide they looked about ready to fall out of his head.

"Hey guys! What's cooking, good looking?" Riku himself materialized behind Sora out of thin air, waving a cheery greeting to the group before wrapping his arms around Sora's shoulders and resting his chin on the brown spikes. Sora didn't move, and I could hear the cogs turning slowly in Riku's head.

"Hey, Sora, what's wrong?" He learned down next to Sora to look into his eyes, but an angry glare was waiting for him.

"You made out with Axel?" Sora accused, blue eyes glittering with fury. He was nowhere near as scary as Roxas when he was angry, but I couldn't recall seeing Sora looking quite so pissed before.

Riku straightened up, a little stunned. "I did what?"

Sora stood up too, and even though he was a head shorter than Riku he still stared him down. "Kairi just told me everything. You don't have to say anything."

Riku glanced behind Sora at Kairi, who was sitting there with a well-practiced concerned look. He rolled his eyes. "She told you I made out with Axel? Did she see it?"

"No, I didn't see it, but a very reliable source of mine did." Kairi piped up, her tone laced with poison.

"Why did you do it, Riku?" Sora asked desperately, dropping his angry glare.

"He's a hornbag, that's why he did it!" Kairi piped up from behind Sora.

"You – stay out of this!" Riku pointed at the girl angrily, and turned back to Sora. "You honestly think I made out with Axel?"

Sora took a deep breath, screwed his eyes shut and nodded vigorously, like the motion was causing him pain.

"You believe Kairi over me?" Riku asked, sounding a little hurt. Sora paused; obviously he hadn't thought of it that way.

Kairi sensed Sora's doubt, and clambered to gain the upper hand. She stood up, pushing her chair back with a clatter. "The fact of the matter is, I am more reliable than you, you cheater!"

The word seemed to have an effect on Sora, who screeched "I never want to see you again!" before raising his fist to strike at Riku, but a slim hand caught his and held it back.

"He's not worth your effort, Sora." Kairi hissed in his ear, causing Riku to snarl some swear words at her. Gently, Kairi tugged at Sora's hand, motioning him to follow her. He shot one last dirty glance at Riku before allowing himself to be swept away by the auburn-haired girl.

Riku stood there dumbly for a few seconds, before throwing himself down into Sora's chair and whacking his head on the table with a loud thump, groaning something unintelligible. That was the second I became aware of myself and Larxene again, sitting there awkwardly, not sure what to do.

"That bitch!" I heard Riku mutter angrily.

"Riku." I said gently, and he looked up. His face was slightly pink with rage. "Are you okay?"

Riku glared at me. "Of course I'm bloody not! The love of my life just waltzed off with the fucking school prostitute!" He thundered, and I shank back. He sighed and his glare softened. "I'm sorry, Demyx. But no, I'm not okay."

I know that Riku was my friend, and though he was conceited and he probably did make out with Axel, I didn't really care about how he felt. I felt a little guilty, but I couldn't make myself feel bad for him. I could pretend that I did feel bad for him, however, so that was what I did.

"Dude, Sora is crazy about you. He'll be back with you by the end of the day, tops." I said confidently, but Riku just let his head flop back onto the table.

"Not if he has Kairi whispering her evil propaganda into his ear the whole day, he won't."

I felt Larxene twitch a little. "I can go and keep an eye on her, if you want. Maybe I can even get her away from Sora so he can make up his own mind." She volunteered. Riku looked up at her.

"That sounds like a good idea, actually." He sat upright, tugging at a strand of silver hair. "Yes. Would you please do that for me, Larxene?"

Larxene, despite her offer, feigned indecisiveness, fingering her chin thoughtfully. "What's in it for me?"

Riku paused, eyeing Larxene suspiciously. "In it for you? Um.." He looked about, before his green eyes locked into mine and he smirked evilly. Oh no. "If you hunt Kairi for me, Demyx will give you a kiss."

My jaw dropped as Larxene squealed with delight. Before I had a chance to stand up for myself, she bounced onto her feet, waved goodbye and ran in the direction Kairi and Sora had gone, leaving me alone with Riku.

"Riku."

"Yes, lover boy?" Riku smirked at me.

"I am going to kill you. Slowly." I shot him daggers. "Very slowly."

Really, now. Who needs soap operas when you live in a bad fanfiction?

-x-

That footer thing that nobody reads: This was intended as a oneshot, but you guys didn't seem to pick up on that detail, and told me to continue. Because I am an attention whore, I got my act together and scraped this piece of crap together. Oh well.

I don't promise you anything more than what I have up here. My life is getting pretty busy with homework and the like, so if I get any further in this story you should consider yourselves lucky. :P

Oh, and about Kairi's last name. Some kind soul pointed out to me that "shinzo" refers more to the organ heart than the spiritual love side of it (Like how the 'heart' in Kingdom Hearts does not refer to a kingdom of blood-pumping organs, but a kingdom of the stolen hearts of the worlds destroyed by the heartless). The love heart is called "koroko" or something along those lines. But you know what? I don't speak a lick of Japanese, and neither does your average 11 year old slash writer, so mistakes are to be expected. In fact, it's rather accurate that the Japanese is incorrect, because you can bet your playstation that the average anime fan cares more about anime then the actual history of the country. :D I am aiming for the whole 'bad fanfiction' theme, you know.

Oh, and thanks for telling me 'yami' means darkness. I really should have known that, but I'm an idiot so I totally forgot. xD