So here is this super short, super crappy chapter. Sorry I'm so sluggish but i had so many projects lately. I hate sophomore year so badly. Thank god I only have like, 3 months left. Maybe four. Anyway, I introduced some new characters. Again, I apologize for it being so short but I hope you like it. Also if there's anyone you want introduced next chapter then let me know in the comments section. I'll give it two days before I go ahead and start my next chapter. Enjoy!


The Axis Unite!

These halls need a makeover. They're all boring and blank and they make me want to throw pink paint at the walls. And glitter. Everything's better with glitter. Analyzing the rest of the hall, I noticed a little blonde girl walking around. "Like, are you okay?" Her face whipped up to look at me with gigantic, fly-sized (proportionally that is) oceanic eyes. They reminded you of those sad puppies in the commercials about animal abuse and stuff.

"O-Oh, hallo. And yes I do." Oh my glitter this girl is adorable! She reminds you of those really sweet and adorable anime characters. You just want to pinch her cheeks and hug her but then you want to do it softly because she's like a porcelain doll. "What do you need help with?"

"I came in here to find my dorm but when I went into the room, there were boys in there. Where do the girls sleep?"

"The girls sleep in the building over there," I said, pointing over to the next building through the window. Geez, that window was large. It gave you a perfect view of everything and anything. It seemed that three kids were picking on this one guy from where I saw it. Interesting.

"Oh dear, I've embarrassed myself already."

"No no, it's like, totally alright. I ended up at the girl dorms before but they refused to let me stay after finding out I wasn't a girl."

"A girl? Why would they think that?"

"Because I'm obviously fabulous like one," I gloated with a flip of my hair. All she did was giggle as the blush in her cheeks slowly faded away. Thank god, the last thing I wanted was for her to cry from embarrassment. However, now that I talk to her she doesn't seem like the type to cry much. Or at all. She seems like someone who could kick your ass if you pull on her hair too hard. Then giggle and skip away afterwards

Now that I take in her appearance, I'm a little jealous. Her hair is really long and tied into twin braids. He eyes, well I already described those. Her body is small and frail looking and, if you know the story, she kind of looks like Goldie Locks from the nursery rhymes. If she killed someone, her cuteness would lead the jurors to automatically choose innocent.

"What's your name by the way?"

"Oh me? I'm Feliks, and yourself?"

"Lili. Thank you for everything Mr. Feliks. Maybe we can talk more some other time."

"Totally! I'll like, see ya around." I waved as she continued with her bags down the hallway.

"Bye!" Turning around, I continued my stroll along the disgustingly bland hallway.

"Hallo," Great, now I have to turn around again. Doing just that, I find out that they weren't talking to me, but this brunette kid. "Would you like to be friends?" Jeez, this kid was tall. His hair was silver and his eyes were this violet that was so bright, they were noticeable from here.

"N-not really," came a shaky reply. That kid needed to grow some balls like, now. How is anybody going to take you seriously when you talk like that?

"What? Why not?"

"B-Because you're scary…"

"Scary?" His voice was curious with the word, stretching it out to test its meaning. "I prefer misunderstood."

"Hey!" They both turned to me. "Like leave him alone! He obviously doesn't want to hang out with you." The look on his face nearly made me back away. It was so passive, it was terrifying. I still held my ground though, like a soldier. A fabulous one at that. Finally he responded.

"Fine, we'll talk later then Toris." He turned and walked away. Well that wasn't too bad.

"Ummm, thanks." I turned to face the brunette kid who seemed to finally catch his breath. If I remember correctly, his name is Toris. "He was kind of scary."

"Yeah well next time like, don't show your fear. Kids like that feed off of it. By the way, my name's Feliks."

"I'm Toris, nice to meet you." He seemed a bit timid and scared. I don't know why though, maybe he's still got the adrenaline pumping from before. "Sorry you had to see that."

"Whatever, I like, don't care." I flipped my hair but couldn't tear my gaze from his. "So want to hang out sometime? You can like, come to my room if you want."

"Uh, yeah sure." Glad that was over with. Now-

Which floor did I live on?

"Ciao new roomies!" Glancing to the side, I was met with a weird Italian, or so I believe from his accent, boy. "My name is Feliciano and wow these rooms are even bigger than the ones at my old school and-" Why is he still speaking. I'd ask him to stop but I'm not very enthralled at the idea of speaking to someone and breaking my personal bubble.

My other roommate was busy cleaning when he turned to face the child as well. "Guten tag, I am Ludwig." Both heads turned to me and though I wasn't really looking at them I couldn't help but start to quiver a bit under the pressure. I could feel their eyes on me like spiders crawling along my spine. My privacy bubble has been spotted.

"And you are?" Great, now I have to speak to them.

"I'm Honda Kiku."

"Like the car?"

"N-No, Honda is my-"

"I love cars, the way they drive so fast like vroooom! Vee, I can drive you sometime. I can drive all of you. We can go to a nice pasta shop! Vee, pasta."

"Actually, Feliciano was it?" He nodded eagerly. I cringed at how bobble-headed he looked. I thought his head might come off and break the lamp. Then I'd have to buy a new lamp. "Well Feliciano, he's Japanese meaning his last name is given before his first name."

After a few minutes of thinking, his eyes lit up. "Oh! So your first name is Kiku then?"

"Hai."

"Wow okay! But still, your last name is cool! I drive a Fiat which is this really cool Italian car."

"Well then that is nice." I returned to my 'text book' to try and drown out the sounds of the Italian's voice. My text book displayed two characters enjoying a nice and comfortable bed; in the watered-down sense. My secret is one that I myself pride on. A collection of dirty books and videos which are in a box I labeled "Books". As long as it's not conspicuous, no one will go through it. I have a hard time trusting people.

"So Kiku?" I turned again, a bit frustrated at the fact that I couldn't continue reading. Of course the anger faded after a cookie was held in front of me. "What is it?"

"It's a Pizelle cookie. Try one." The sugar. There was so much sugar. I just bought these pants and they were going to have sugar on them. But I didn't want to be rude and I have always wanted to try some cultural foods.

Tentatively, I grabbed it and carefully maneuvered it towards my mouth where my taste buds were met with an explosion of not only the sweetness, but unexpectedly a waffle-type taste. "This is amazing."

"Si isn't it!?"

"May I try?"

"Of course Ludwig! I made plenty more!" He also took it carefully, so as not to dirty the floor since he had been cleaning. He too seemed to like it. "Pretty good."

"Thank you! Now I'm off to give out more. Hasta la Pasta!" He giggled on the way out.

"Are all Westerners like this?"

"Not all but sadly, most."