French translations are at the bottom! ;)

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During the months he had been teaching at Twilight High School, Roxas had never come across a fight. He was impressed, really, since there were a quite number of overly aggressive students. But he supposed he was just lucky.

His unluckiness came to an end on the fifth day of the second semester.

Demyx, the transfer student from France, was expected to arrive sometime that day, and Roxas couldn't help but feel anxious. What would Demyx be like? Would he be able to teach him if he didn't understand English at all? These worries plagued his mind all day, accompanied by a longing to see Axel. The redhead hadn't even made an appearance in the hallways. Searching for him was one of the reasons Roxas was out here now, struggling through tall high schoolers. He hated being short…

The halls were clearing out now, and still no sign or glimpse. Roxas heaved a sigh, and began to head back towards his classroom.

"What's with your hair?"

As Roxas turned the corner, the owner of the voice came into few. It was Larxene-- a tall girl, with blonde hair that reminded Roxas of a bug. Not that he would ever say that out loud. One of those aforementioned overly aggressive kids? Yup, Larxene was one of them.

"Je suis désolé, mais je ne vous comprends pas."Came the reply. Roxas frowned, recognizing the dialect of French. Was Larxene talking to the new student? He stopped mid-step, not wanting to be noticed.

Getting a good glance at Demyx, Roxas could sort of understand why Larxene had asked him what was with his hair. The dirty-blonde locks were carefully arranged into a kind of mohawk-mullet style, a few of the strands falling into the student's face. Demyx's face seemed utterly confused; he obviously hadn't grasped what Larxene was saying.

"The hell are you speaking, brat?"

The bewilderment melted into childish curiosity. "Est-elle une sorcière?"

Larxene was unfortunately in a very bad mood today, but with no way to tell whether the boy was insulting her, she stood awkwardly, fist clenching. Roxas figured that if he was going to get involved, now was the time to do it.

"Larxene!" He called bravely, even though he knew that she would not hesitate to punch him. "Get to class!"

"Yes, sir." She snarled before turning and storming away. Roxas let out an inner sigh of relief, and then advanced towards Demyx. Up close, the blonde teacher could see that his eyes were sea-green.

"Are you okay, Demyx?" He asked slowly, wishing that he could speak French.

Demyx was clearly just as frustrated, as his mouth dipped downwards into a frown. It looked out of place, like the French student didn't normally express unhappiness.

"Um…let's get you to the French teacher, Demyx…" Roxas reached for his arm, but Demyx jumped back, as if he thought Roxas was going to hit him.

Footsteps coming down the hallway announced the arrival of Zexion, a yellow tardy note clutched in his hand. He balanced his books precariously with one arm, eyes fixed on the ground.

"Um…Zexion!"

Pausing, Zexion studied his teacher, and the new student, silently.

"Can you go find the French teacher? I can't really help him if I don't know what he's saying…" Roxas trailed off, watching as Zexion continued moving towards them. Demyx seemed transfixed, eyes following Zexion's journey.

"Demyx? Quelle classe avez-vous besoin d'être présenté?"

Roxas had never heard Zexion say a word to anyone, not unless he was answering a question. So it was a bit surprising to hear him speaking in French. Not that Roxas had a problem with it; this would make it a lot easier to teach Demyx during writing class.

Demyx himself wore a grin that rivaled the Cheshire Cat, elated beyond words that someone else here understood his language.

"La salle de sciences, je pense!"

"On y va?"Roxas could tell that he was amused by the dirty-blonde's energy, as much as the slate-haired boy tried to hide it. "His next class is science. I'll take him."

Roxas couldn't help but let out a whoosh of air in relief. "Thank you, Zexion."

When Zexion reached for Demyx's hand, he didn't flinch away. Truthfully, Roxas felt…slightly hurt, even though he should have been glad that Demyx wasn't like that to all people. Maybe it was just teachers?

"Oh! Attendre! Quel est son nom?" The French student asked, looking back at Roxas, interest sparking in his eyes.

"C'est Roxas, l'enseignant de l'écriture." Zexion answered calmly.

Demyx grinned another Cheshire-grin, jumping over to shock Roxas with a crushing hug.

"Roxas, soyons meilleurs amis, ok?"

Wait, what? Didn't Demyx flinch away before? And what had Demyx said?

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French Translations: (I ended up using Google Translator anyways, because everyone I asked said something different…_ So, French people, if you have issues with the translations, please tell me so that I can fix them, okay? ^.^)

Je suis désolé, mais je ne vous comprends pas.- "I'm sorry, but I don't understand you."

Est-elle une sorcière? - "Is she a witch?"

Demyx? Quelle classe avez-vous besoin d'être présenté?- "Demyx? What class do you need to be in?

La salle de sciences, je pense!- "The science room, I think!"

On y va?- "Shall we?"

Oh! Attendre! Quel est son nom?- "Oh! Wait! What's his name?"

C'est Roxas, l'enseignant de l'écriture.- "That is Roxas, the writing teacher."

Roxas, soyons meilleurs amis, ok?- "Roxas, let's be best friends, okay?"

This chapter was lots of fun to write. :D I didn't go back and edit it, so…_ I've been growing increasingly lazy. I did want to get this out before Friday, though, because I'm going on a four day trip to Vermont. So yeah…see you next time!

And please review. It kind of makes me sad when I work to get out a new chapter and not a lot of people leave feedback. Even if you absolutely hate this, just tell me why and how I can fix it.

But thank you to the people who do review! You fuel my fire to continue this story. X3

Oh! And the reason I don't put the French translations in the story is because it's from Roxas's point of view. And Roxas doesn't have the slightest idea what the French means either. XD