A/N: Oh, Chapter 2. Yeah. I should've have come out before chapter 3, but sometimes I fail. Please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts nor any of its characters. I also don't own cobra starship, but if you haven't heard their version of "I kissed a boy," you should. It will make your life complete.

"YOU TRIED TO CONDUCT A THERMITE REACTION WHEN I WASN'T THERE!" Professor Vexen screeched at Axel in the principle's office.

"I think I succeeded at it," Axel muttered.

"You could have harmed someone, Axel," the principle finally spoke up. "That molten acid landed less than a foot from a student."

"But-!"

"And have you any idea what the repairs are going to cost?" The principle looked at the eccentric student sternly. "Axel, you are a very intelligent student, but you seem to have too much time on your hands, and since detention doesn't seem to be a deterrent in your case, I'll have to find some other way to show you that your actions have repercussions."

Axel shrugged. "Am I dismissed?"

"Yes."

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"So," Sora interrupted Roxas's daydream as they walked home together, "how was the rest of your test?" Sora smiled.

Roxas sighed.

"That bad, huh?" Sora glanced at his younger brother who wasn't making eye contact with him at the moment. "Well, I would have trouble refocusing if I was almost killed too." Sora smiled and shoving his brother affectionately.

"Sora!" Roxas started exasperated. "It has nothing to do with focus. I just don't get it. I'm not smart enough."

"Hey!" Sora countered. "You were better than I was at math in middle school."

"But that was just memorization. You just didn't work hard enough at it. You have the attention span of a goldfish," Roxas glanced at his brother, half smiling.

"There was no Riku in middle school," Sora stared up at the clouds, not watching where he was going. Roxas sighed. Goldfish, he thought. Then suddenly a smile burst across his face, using all his restraint to keep from laughing. 3…2…1

"Ah! Roxas! Why didn't you tell me I was about to walk into a mailbox!"

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The rest of the walk to their apartment complex was quiet. Roxas sighed leaning on the wall of the hallway for Sora to find his keys. "I think I'll take a nap," he mused to himself, drained from taking the retest and his near-death experience.

Sora eventually got the door open, then shouted to their elder brother. "Cloud! Guess what happened to Roxas today!"

"I'm definitely going to go take a nap," Roxas said, angrily.

"Roxas," Zach's voice came into the small bedroom. "Dinner's ready."

"Mmrph," Roxas turned into his pillow, then a waft of deliciousness hit him. He sat up groggily. "Cloud cooked?" he wiped the sleep from his eyes. He was sleeping hard.

"Yeah. His turn to cook, Sora's turn to do laundry," Zach looked at the disheveled blonde who looked so much like his boyfriend in his adolescent days. "You coming?"

"Yeah," Roxas stretched.

"My cousin is here too," Zach said quietly.

"Okay," Roxas paused, "Thanks for the warning?"

"You'll need it." With that Zach shut the door again, no doubt returning to his boyfriend.

After a few weak attempts of getting his hair to do something normal, Roxas padded down to the kitchen, hearing two voices, Sora's and someone else's, exchanging rapid, energetic comments.

"Whoa! Cloud take-two!" The strange voice said as Roxas entered the room.

"Yeah, but Cloud and Sora are only my half-brothers," Roxas said, offering the answer to the question that always came after such an observation.

"Roxas, this is my cousin, Demyx," Zach stated calmly. The blond, who was seated next to Sora at the table, leaned back and extended his hand to Roxas.

"Nice to meet you," Roxas gripped the hand awkwardly.

"What's the age gap between you two?" Demyx posed looking between Roxas and Cloud. "Ten years?'

Roxas scowled. "I'm fifteen, Cloud's twenty-one."

Sora energetically recaptured Demyx's attention, "Cobra Starship?"

"Oh! Yeah!" Demyx and Sora continued their conversation, which seemed to consist of little but nouns followed by agreement or disagreement, then another noun. It didn't make sense to anyone else in the room.

Roxas sighed, noticing the fact that the table was not set. Despite the fact that Sora was there before him and therefore responsible to make sure that they had something to eat on, he was captivated by someone new to entertain him. Roxas started getting the dishes and flatware out. "Thanks, Roxas," Zach said, helping him with the plates.

Soon they all sat at the table. Roxas ate quietly, staring at his food, mind blank. Sora and Demyx continued their conversation.—of sorts. Zach and Cloud were speaking to themselves.

"So Roxas," Cloud got his younger brother out of his stupor. "How was the retest?"

Roxas looked back down to his plate and stabbed his mashed potatoes. "Pretty bad." Just make my stupidity common knowledge, thanks Cloud.

"Maybe we should get you a tutor," Cloud ventured. "I'd tutor you myself but with class and work, there isn't much time."

Roxas looked horrified. "I don't need a tutor! We can't afford one anyway."

"I can get in touch with the school. Maybe there's an after-school program or something." Cloud went back to eating.

Roxas sighed at picked at his meatloaf, no longer hungry.

The rest of the meal was silent. As they finished eating, Sora gasped.

"What?" Cloud asked calmly.

"Can I hang out with Riku tonight? I totally forgot! Please please please!" Sora pleaded at his brother giving him puppy dog eyes.

Cloud looked at him, perplexed. "Sure? I don't see why not."

"We can give you a lift, Sora," Zach offered. "It's on the way to the university, anyhow. You'll just have to sit in the back with that spazz." Zach motioned to Demyx

"No problem!"

The crowd left, and Roxas took his turn cleaning the dishes. He sighed as he drifted back into his and Sora's room. The evening sun filtered in through the blue curtains, giving the room an aquatic feel. He climbed into his top bunk and turned on his Nintendo DS. "A 4.0 GPA scholarship student, and a popular, well loved student counsel president, and then me: an unwanted idiot who can't even pass math." Roxas spoke to himself as he waited for the game to power up.

"Ugh! Sora didn't do laundry!" Roxas groaned.

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"-xas," a voice said something? A hand snaked around his wrist. "Roxas! You're going to be late for school! I'm leaving with Riku."

"Sora, you scared me half to death!" Roxas complained loudly.

"Well, at least you're up!" Sora sprinted out of the room.

Roxas got up and washed his face. He went to the closet and looked at his half, which had one green long-sleeved shirt that Xion had given him a while back. He put it on.

"Did it shrink or did I grow?" He looked at the shirt. While the sleeves still reached half-way down his hands, the length of it was short, exposing his midriff. He sighed. "It shrank." He looked through the closet. "Guess I'm wearing Sora's clothes since he didn't do laundry like he was supposed to."

He looked at his watch. "Fifteen minutes to get to school! Shit!" He quickly grabbed a pair of Sora's jeans, one of his own belts. He threw on shoes, grabbed his backpack, and ran outside.

"Damnit!" He ran back inside, the morning was rather cool and he needed another layer. "Everything of mine is dirty!" He looked quickly through the closet, finally spying a sunny yellow short-sleeved hoodie folded on the top shelf. He half-jumped, half climbed and retrieved it. Throwing it on before running back out.

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The seniors strolled tardily into their homeroom class. Xigbar, the shop teacher and homeroom teacher to Axel, Demyx, and Zexion, smoked outside the workshop made classroom.

Demyx and Zexion were the only two seniors who always arrived on time. Most other were sometimes late, and only Axel was dependably late, usually arriving five minutes before the useless gathering time was over. Xigbar was finishing his second cigarette when the red head strolled up.

"Here," Zigbar fished a paper out of his pocket.

"Ah Ziggy, a love note? I always knew you cared." Axel batted his eyelashes at the older man.

"It's from the principle, you brat," Zigbar smirked as Axel opened the paper, entering the classroom.

"What! I have to tutor a freshman!" Axel groaned.