I rolled over in my bed when the alarm began to beep at me. I growled when my door was knocked on. I yelled when my mom was outside my room asking if I was going to shower. Sitting up, I rubbed the sleep from my eyeballs, lost balance and fell over the side. My mom threw the door open and she saw something obviously funny.
"Roxas, why the hell are you on the floor?" My mother, Tifa, asked when she saw my ass sticking up in the air.
"Just thought I'd lick the hardwood for breakfast, Mom."
"Oh, really? I thought I'd make my special boys. a special breakfast. French toast is on the table. Get ready," she announced and left my room.
After she left, my body caught up with itself and my face slid across the floor. I released a groan and flopped over to stare at the ceiling. A moment later, my view was filled with my brother's face and hair. His stupid, thick-framed glasses were just like my stupid, thick-framed glasses. His hair was pointier than mine, and his eyes were exactly my color. My smile was better though. He crouched down by my side like he was examining a bug.
"Roxas, get your lazy ass up," he commanded, poking at my ribs.
"Sora, get the fuck out of my room." I threw my hand toward the door from the floor.
Sora, my twin, strode over to my dresser and dug through the drawers. He pulled clothes from this one, that one, one over here, over there. He grabbed my glasses from my bedside table and dropped the clothes on my face. He opened my palm and nimbly put my glasses under my fingers, closing them around the frames.
"Get dressed now, or I will dress you," he said with a menacing grin and left. Shit, I really have to remember he will get what he wants.
Today was the first day Sora and I had in Traverse Town. Our family moved from Twilight Town and the school we had back there. Sora left his best friend and boyfriend, Riku. I left my best friend, Namine. Today, I am nervous and scared. We were the new kids and we were special. Sora and I were high-testers. A grade ahead of what was the norm. I looked around my room, rolling my head, and saw my walls. They were bare, but when we get home, Mom will have put up my awards, and trophies, and shelves loaded with books. She was so proud of me. I don't like knowing how 'special' I am. Sora loves the attention at home, though.
I stood and stared at my bare chest in the mirror. Damn, I am so fucking pale. I got dressed and pulled a pick through my hair. I unfolded my glasses and stared at my reflection. Goddamn nerd. That was all I saw. I heard Sora knock on the door and I pulled it open. The boy dressed me in a tight, blue-striped tee with dark blue skinny jeans that squeezed my crotch so bad I thought my boys would explode. I hear another knock and Sora's there.
"Cute. You will really knock those rich fuckers down a peg," said Sora, smiling. His hand grabbed mine and he dragged me down the hallway.
"Hey guys," Dad said as he looked up from his newspaper. His name is Cloud Strife. He had married Tifa Lockhart almost fifteen years ago. A year before they got married, at the age of seventeen years old, Tifa had become pregnant with twins, Sora and I. Our father had taken the highest road he possibly could and proposed to our mom on the night of her eighteenth birthday.
Sora sat at the table with a plate of what Mom called french toast. Really, it's a frozen toaster pastry, now lukewarm. He pulled it apart and I looked out at our living room. Sora's bed was still all over the place on the couch and I could see further down into my parents' room. A mattress on the floor and a wall of milk crates filled with clothes. Reluctantly, I pulled a strip of my breakfast and forced myself to eat it. I looked up at the clock on the wall and stood.
"Sora, we've gotta get to school. Don't wanna be late on the first day," I said. Sora shoved the rest of the food in his mouth and brushed his pants off.
"I hope you guys have a fantastic day," Mom bubbled. She walked over to me and kissed my forehead. She did the same for Sora, and Dad patted both of us on the back. I shouldered my cinch sack bag and opened the door. "Bye, guys," Dad said.
"Bye!" Sora yelled through the crack between the door and the frame. He said it in such a manner, I thought he would disintegrate into stars. God, that boy is so hyper.
Outside, I kicked a small stone on the sidewalk and sent it down the street. Sora stepped forward and wrapped his arm around my shoulders snuggling closer.
"Ready for the new day?" He asked me.
"I guess. We just have to keep our heads held high."
"And what do we do if they make fun of our scholarships?" Sora asked and stared at me with a questioning look.
"Tell 'em 'Fuck off' and walk away," I said.
"Good job, Brother. I'm going to miss Riku so much today. It's gonna be really scary without him." Sora's tone changed from strong to that of a child. He wrapped his arms around mine and rested his head on mine.
"I swear to God, Sora. If anyone makes fun of you, makes you feel small, or even looks in your direction and makes you feel insecure, I will find them. I will put my foot so far up their ass, they will be internally screwed," I told him, completely serious.
He looked up at me with the same sparkly blue eyes that I had. "Thank you. I am so happy that you're here for me." He smiled and hugged me.
"You fuckin' know it."
Traverse Town High School was a huge, and I mean fucking HUGE, brick building. There are teens standing around the bushes, the stairs, the parking lot, and even just sitting on the sidewalk. Sora was still wrapped around my arm as we moved closer and closer to the doors. My eyes shifted from person to person as they were staring first. Sora looked around at the new faces and his grip tightened. His arms slid down and he grasped my hand. I squeezed it.
We were met at the door by a tall man in a suit. He has long, straight, silver hair that reached his shoulders. His eyes were a piercing yellow. He looked at us like we were bugs. Or a special scientific discovery.
"I am Xemnas. I welcome you to Traverse Town High School," He spoke with a metallic tone and swept his hand through the air with a flourish.
"Hi, I'm Sora." Sora raised his hand and gave a small wave.
"Roxas."
The man turned and opened one of the doors. He led us down a large hallway and pointed out rooms.
"Your English class will be held in this room," he pointed at a doorway, "Whereas your math class will be here," He pointed at the neighboring door. "Being advanced students, you will have you classes with seniors of this school. Trips will be with the seniors. You will graduate with the seniors. Everything you do will be with the seniors. Your science class will be here," he pointed to a lab, "and history will be here." Xemnas turned and tapped his foot toward us. "Will you remember this information I have given you?"
We nodded and he handed us schedules. I scanned mine over and looked at Sora's. We didn't have any classes together and my spirit broke. He was so special, but so fragile. Afraid of everything. The only people he trusted were at home and in a different city. Now, one was in completely different classes.
"Roxas..." He began, his eyes getting watery.
"Sora, you'll be fine." I cupped his face, not caring that Xemnas was still lingering over us.
"Ahem," Xemnas growled. We both looked up at him. "I'm going to excuse myself."
"Fine," I said and he departed.
Sora turned to look down the hall. He turned again to look back at me with sparkly eyes. He squeezed my hand and gulped. "I'll see you at lunch?"
"You bet," I answered and he began to weave through the students in the hall.
I looked up at the room Xemnas had left us at. I looked down at the paper in my hands.
"History, meet Roxas Fucking Strife," I muttered and stepped in.
The room was spacious to say the most. It is set up with carpeted floors and huge windows along the wall facing out to the real world. The desks were arranged in a target shape with name tags on the surfaces. Neatly the desks were made in a target shape with get this, name tags on the surface of each one. Pathetic! Bluntly there was one ring and a desk in the very middle of it. On that one desk was a folded paper with my bloody name on it. Oh hell.
Students filed into the big room, and I dug around in my pack. At the very end of the mob, a muscled man in a suit stepped to the side. He had reddish-orange hair that seemed like it was glued up and pulled back. He smiled when he saw me sitting in my desk.
"And here he is, students. Our guest of honor, Roxas Strife. I am Lexaeus," he explained.
I stood and turned around to look at everyone. They were seated and all positioned weird. Faces were resting on hands, heads were straight up, people were even beginning to doze off by now.
"Well... I'm Roxas Strife. I moved here from Twilight Town with my twin brother and parents," I told them all.
"A twin. How intriguing," Lexaeus mused.
I was given a book and my desk was moved to join the outer circle. I looked over to the side and saw I was placed by a male with an off-mullet, but he made it work. He was dressed in my coloring, but he wore a hoodie and a pair of baggy jeans. Very simple. He looked over at me and a few stray blond hairs fell into his face and I saw the mellow green of his eyes. He stared into mine with them. He rested his head on his hand as the other slowly made it's way to the name tag. The sly freak.
"Uhh... hello, Demyx," I sounded out as I read the paper.
"Hi, cutie."
No. "Not at all. Please don't call me that. Fuck that."
"Chill, shorty. I am messing with you. It's not like I'm asking you out! I do have a boyfriend. I don't care if you want to see or not, I'm going to show you." He slipped his phone out of his pocket and showed me the wallpaper. It was a black and white photo in the style of photo booths and he was kissing a man with dark hair.
"His name's Zexion," he sighed, his cheeks reddening.
"I'm sorry I got so defensive. Well, can we start over?" I asked him with pleading eyes. I stuck my hand out.
Demyx looked down at it and his hand shot out and grasped my own.
"Hiya! I'm Demyx. I'd be honored to show you around today, Roxas. We can even be best friends!" He exclaimed and all the heads turned toward us. "Oops. Sorry everyone," He whispered, making me laugh.
AN (4-20-12): Thanks to my special helper, zombiecupcake'eats-you. I hope you all like it! R&R please!
