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Detention: a place that some students fear, and for others, is an everyday visit. They never really think about the teachers supervising, though.
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Aerith, another teacher, snapped her fingers in front of Roxas's eyes. He blinked, snapping out of his daze.
"Are you okay?" She asked him worriedly. She stood back for a moment to take a look at the blonde.
He gazed back miserably. "Why me?"
Aerith, noting the desperation in his crystal depths of his eyes, shook her head. "Roxas, every teacher in the school has to do it. We cycle through on a schedule." She eyed him thoughtfully. "Are you afraid of someone that might be there?"
Figures, the psychology teacher had to be the one to bring the news. "I'm afraid of someone that will definitely be there." Oh, why did he have to give Axel detention today? If he had known, he would have overlooked the redhead's constant disruption of class.
"I'm sorry, but I can't help you. It'll be alright, detention is only two hours."
Roxas stared at the ground forlornly. "That's okay, Aerith. Thanks."
She nodded and breezed out of the classroom, with one backward glance. Roxas fixed his eyes on the now empty desks, preparing himself mentally for the coming hurricane, as he had so many times in his 4B creative writing class.
He stayed in that position until hands slammed down on his desk.
"Hey, teacher." Axel smirked, eyes teasing. "Fancy seeing you here."
"Hello, Axel." Roxas responded warily. He watched as the redhead spoke again.
"I have a message for you."
Roxas frowned, not able to tell if Axel was serious or not.
"It's from my heart. It wants you to give it back."
A rainbow of expressions flickered across Roxas's face. Luckily he was saved from answering by more students tramping in through his door.
"Detention's in here, right?" One of them, a student named Seifer, demanded.
The blonde sighed heavily. "Yes, it's in here."
Surprisingly, Axel didn't say much, only covering a piece of paper that Roxas assumed that he was drawing on. It was the other students that Roxas had to calm down, or lecture. He could feel his hopes rising. Maybe, just maybe, Axel wouldn't do anything embarrassing.
The loudspeaker jumped on, startling everyone in the classroom; Xemnas's voice echoed throughout the hallways, announcing that the late buses were here.
Seifer and his friends left lazily, but Axel seemed to be biting his lip as he scratched his pencil on the paper even faster. Roxas opened his mouth to ask if he was going to leave, but Axel jumped up and shoved the paper blank-side-up into his hands.
"See you later, teacher!" He called as he ran after the others.
Curiously, Roxas turned the paper over, and instantly felt his face flush to a color rivaling Clifford the Big Red Dog. He hurriedly tossed the drawing in the trash can and willed his death to be fast.
It turns out that Axel wasn't only a descriptive writer. He was also a very vivid artist.
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And, done! :D I have so many ideas for this story, it's awesome! I hope you all enjoyed part three!
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