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It's me! So... sorry it's been a while, but still no Internet, and my computer died a little bit ago... I'm in mourning... :(

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Kingdom Hearts belongs to the Square Enix. Lucky bastards... You don't even wanna know what I would do to it if I owned it.

Rubbing your eyes doesn't really help – but at least it makes you feel better.

For being as tired as I am, you'd think someone would offer to take over for me. You never know when I'll be so exhausted that I'll 'accidentally' pour hot coffee over someone. Spiteful? Me? I don't know what you're talking about.

Sighing, I wipe the counter down.

Don't know how it gets so dirty, don't care. That's what I tell the boss every time she asks. Yuffie, my colleague, pays me five bucks not to tell that she jumps on the counter everyday.

She doesn't really have a reason to do that, she just… Yuffie's crazy. That's all I'm saying.

I lean against the counter, wondering if I should make myself a cup of coffee. It is a coffee shop, and I could certainly use the caffeine. Of course, when I lift my head to the sound of the door chimes, I realize my eyes are closed. That… that could be a problem.

"Um… hello?"

I try to drag my eyelids up.

"Yeah?"

"…Your eyes are still closed."

"Oh." I open my eyes for real this time, recognizing the person in front of me. "Oh! It's you! From the grocery store!"

The guy chuckles a bit, flicking is periwinkle hair back a little.

"Yes, it's me. From the grocery store."

"Well… um, what do you want?" I rub the back of my head, feeling a bit awkward after shouting that last bit.

He smirks, and glances up at the menu real quick.

"Just a cup of green tea, with honey and milk. And it's Zexion."

Skillfully balancing a honey jar and the milk in one hand, I turn my head without stopping my work.

"What?"

"Zexion. My name." He pulls his wallet from his pocket, counting out some money.

"Heh… I knew that." I grin at him, stirring the milk and honey into the tea.

I see him give a small smile out of the corner of my eye.

"Of course. And you?"

I take the spoon out, and hand him the mug.

"$2.50. It's Roxas."

Setting the money on the counter and taking the tea at the same time, Zexion nods.

"Nice to meet you then… for the second time."

I snort and turn, back to work. Seeing as he doesn't say anything else, I assume he's gone to sit down somewhere, leaving me to my thoughts. Speaking of my thoughts, Zexion is a weird name…

"Thank you, for that."

I spin around.

"Wha…What?"

Apparently Zexion had only moved a step away from the counter. His eyebrows were raised, and he was smirking at me. It took me a moment, but I finally realized why.

"I didn't say that aloud, did I?" Please tell me I didn't say his name was weird aloud, please, please…

His eyes twinkled, and he ducked away, obviously trying not to laugh. Torn between anger and embarrassment, I decided to lay low for a while. Laying low, of course, means dramatically stomping to the back, and sitting there until the grocery store clerk left. It's Monday, in the morning, everyone's at work. So no customers… ish. They can wait a couple of minutes, no big deal…

Thinking back on it, I can't really remember much of when I met Zexion…

I was at the grocery store, getting pizza… pepperoni, for some reason. But I can't recall why yesterday was weird. I know it was weird, because today's Monday, which means yesterday was Sunday. And my Sunday's are always weird.

Still sitting on my bucket in the closet, I put my hand on my chin in a thinking pose. Hey, it works for the people in movies, why not me?

I don't remember about this morning, which… is normal, unfortunately. Bah, who says you have to be awake to get ready?

I clear my throat. First sign that you're going crazy – you start talking to yourself.

I shuffle out of the closet, head down.

"Roxaaas?"

My head shoots up.

"Yeah?"

"What are you doing here? And… in the closet?"

It's Yuffie.

I groan. The black haired girl is always sprouting up at the wrong moment, I could kill her! But… on the other hand, if she's here, that means that my shift is over. And that makes me happy… so maybe I won't kill her…

"Poking me on the nose doesn't help my decision, Yuffie." I threaten through clenched teeth.

"What decision? Are you going to stay with me today?" She withdraws, and starts bouncing up and down.

Biting my lip, I shake my head.

"No no, I'm not staying, I… I have to go to class!" I mentally slap myself on the forehead. I thought I decided not to let people know I'm crazy, and there I was telling Yuffie about my decision to kill her! Totally forgot people couldn't read my mind.

"Aw… You sure?" She tried giving me the ol' puppy eyes. Puh-lease. I invented those babies, along with my twin. Yeah, I got a twin, what of it?

"Yeah, no… still have to go to class."

She pouts, and spins around with her arms crossed.

"Fine, abandon me then. I don't care. I'll just… face the whole, scary world… on my own!"

She whines the last three words, and burst into tears. Sobbing with her back to me, she shakes her head.

"I'm not staying. Nice try, though."

Yuffie suddenly straightens up, and turns around again. Hands on her hips, she sighs, and looks at the floor.

"Fine… you better go then, I've wasted about – five minutes of your time. Whoa, new record."

"What?! Really?" I pull my phone out of my pocket. "No! I'm seventeen minutes late!"

She snickers, and glances toward the front to try and hide it. Unhelpful bitch. Uh, I mean… Oh, wait, still can't read my mind. Never mind then.

Sparing enough time to smack her over the head hard enough to get a yelp, I then rush to the front. I throw my apron on the counter, and dash out the door.

"See ya, Roxas!"

Ignoring my obnoxious colleague, easy.

Rushing to class, already about twenty minutes late and counting, gets you hot by a car.

In ten minutes, I manage to make it to class, with only minor scrapes from the cement sidewalks. I push the door open, peering inside. The class is already half over and I wonder if I should even go in…

"Mr. Strife!"

Seems like my decision is made for me.

"Finally! And where have you been?"

I step through the door, and shut it quietly behind me. Not like it matters, everyone is looking at me anyways.

"I got… held up." Better than telling the professor I shut myself in a closet, and lost track of time. She might be pretty cool, but even she would look at me weirdly for that.

"Right… sit down, Roxas. We were just talking about the upcoming project."

The project is in History? Seriously?

I glance at Hayner unbelievingly. He shrugs, grinning, and pats the seat next to him.

"How's it going?"

I plop on the seat, sigh, and reach down for my bag.

"Fine, I just can't remember anything from yesterday, and I'm wondering if that's a good thing–" I stare blankly at the spot where my bag was supposed to be. Keywords: supposed to be.

Hayner started chuckling in a hushed tone, so Professor Craigs wouldn't hear.

"So on top of being late, you forgot your stuff too? Nice Rox, I can't believe you're actually passing right now."

"Yeah, well, not for long." I groan, slamming my head to the desk. Quietly, which totally takes away from the drama.

"Hey, you wanna partner up for the project?"

I look up at him.

"Depends. What is the project about?"

"I think you pick a subject, and write an essay or something on it." He told me, playing with his pencil.

"Mr. Roxas and Mr. Hayner!"

I wince, lifting my head up all the way to give full attention the teacher. We just got first named… Which, with the 'Mister' in front of it, is like being middle named for our professor.

"Do you have something you want to share?"

I suppress another groan. This has to be just like high school.

"Yeah, um, what is the project about?" Thank god for Hayner, and his (usually) quick thinking.

Professor Craigs raised her eyebrows, as in disbelief that we were actually talking about that. Sheesh, you throw one flaming pencil, and you're suspected for life.

"I was just going over that, if you two would kindly pay attention. I'm not saying it more than once."

She waits for us to nod, then continues.

"OK, so this is going to be pretty simple. You find an interesting topic, and you can write a paper about it, or do anything else as long as it stays on the subject. No, Hayner, you can't just quote some 'random famous guy'." She takes a moment to scowl at my friend.

I pat him on the back as he slumps in his seat in disappointment.

"Ahem, so as I was saying," Prof. Craigs glared at Hayner when it looked like he was about to say something again. "You could, for instance, perform a skit or sew a costume. You could create something out of clay… Whatever you want!" She waved her hands for emphasis.

"Great! We're partners then, Roxas!" Hayner turns and grins at me.

"Ah, not so fast… There's an added challenge to this project-" Prof. Craigs grins like only an evil teacher would. "You must do it with someone you know not!"

Everyone stared blankly at her.

"Um… with people I assign you."

A chorus of groans broke out, me and Hayner obviously weren't the only ones who had partnered up already.

"Shh, quiet down!" She raises her hand up and slams it down on the desk, making me flinch, and the class was suddenly quiet.

"Instead of reading it from a premade list that would have taken a large amount of time that I do not have, I will randomly put you together."

Prof. Craigs started pointing at a student, and then another, making them partners.

Deep in the process of figuring out how exactly to get my revenge for this makeshift partnering system with getting into trouble, I get interrupted by the evil teacher five minutes later.

"Um, Strife, you're with… what's your name again?"

"It's Nori, ma'am."

I look around for the source of the somewhat nasally voice.

In the front left of the class, a guy who was taller than me had raised his hand. I can only see the back of his head, but he looks… weird. It looks like a mixture of a mohawk and a mullet. 'Cept the mullet part is just a few strands of hair hanging down the back of his neck. See how I get the 'weird' vibe?

Jeez, I bet he talks to himself too. What a nut.

I frown, and slam my head on to my desk.

Can't wait till this lesson is over.

"Roxas… Roooxas…"

I lift my head head up groggily.

"Whazza?"

"Roxas, wake up!"

I bolt upright, almost falling out my chair at the same time. Looking around, I see Hayner grinning at me.

"What?"

"You fell asleep again, dude. Seriously, I had to cover for you, Craigs was about to start throwing things at you." He chuckled, shifting his bag around on his shoulder.

"Oh. Thanks…" I rub my eyes, and glance around to see the most of the class had already emptied, so the class must be over.

"Yeah. Listen, I gotta go, Olette wants to drag me shopping." He rolled his eyes. "Something about me only having three shirts…"

I laugh, and roll my eyes as well.

"Yes, how dare she worry about you having enough clothes."

He laughs as well, and started to walk off.

"Hey, Hayner, wait!" I just realized something.

He stops, and turns his head.

"Yeah?"

"When's the project due?"

He started laughing again.

"I'll tell you later, dude. See ya!"

"Bye." I say quietly, but he was already gone. He's not going to tell me later.

I stand up slowly, reaching out for my bag, before I realize it's not there. Groaning, I lean on my desk with one hand.

Where did I leave it?

"Um… Hello?"

I jump, spinning around.

It's the guy that I'm supposed to be doing the project with. His face isn't so bad now that I see it. Apparently some short strands of his hair fall into his face, as well as around his head. His eyes are some weird color… I can't decide whether they're green, or blue…

"Uh..." I furrow my eyebrows. "What's your name again?"

He laughs, the laughter coming easily.

"I actually only told the teacher my last name, so it's okay that you don't know it. Last name is Nori. First is Demyx."

I freeze.

Demyx.

Demyx.

I shout, stumbling back. I point at him with both hands, still shouting at intervals between breaths.

Good god! I suddenly remember everything about yesterday! Why I got pepperoni pizza last night, why I woke up to no leftovers this morning… Everything! Including the talking bird!

I remember him annoying me, telling me his name was Axel, and him talking about his deceased ex-boyfriend... Demyx.

Oh, this is so not happening.

Even though I don't have personal computer, my family is really... technological (if that's a word). So there's about five other computers to use. :)

I'm almost done with Chapter 4, and I'll post that as soon as I get a chance. You may be wondering how I'm doing this when I have no internet, and I'm here to tell you I'm using the magical internet in my sister's head. No, just kidding, that internet is reserved only for google searches. :P

I'm in a coffee shop we come to often, and they have free internet, so I jump at the chance to come every time. So expect the next chapter soon. :D

Thanks for reading, and review if you like it please!