Hi guys. Pisces Demon here. Before anything else, I'm glad that people like this story.
It makes me feel better to know that. I'm not exactly what you would call the world's greatest writer.
Here is chapter 2, starting from Riku's pov. On with the show.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts, although if I did, Riku, Sora, Leon, Cloud and Sephiroth would be mine. And I'd never let them go, either. X3
Also, Yu-Gi-Oh is not mine, it belongs to whoever created it. I just like to watch the show.
College Boys
By Pisces Demon
Riku's POV
::BEEP BEEP BEEP::
Stupid alarm.
I reach out, hit my alarm, and burrow deeper into the blankets. It's too early to get up. At least in my opinion.
Sleep evades me however.
I sigh, throw the covers off, and sit up. There should be a law against school starting in the middle of the week. Especially on a Wednesday. I better get moving though, otherwise my darling uncle Seph will come upstairs, drag me out of bed, sling me over his shoulder, and casually dump me in a bathtub full of cold water. Not pleasant.
I got dressed, and ate a Pop-Tart for breakfast as I drove to school. I found my first class in no time, and it was only 7:30. According to my schedule, American History doesn't start till 9:00, and ends at 10:00. Lovely.
I hang out in the library for a while, since it's the only thing open at that time. I'm wearing sneakers, a pair of bondage pants (courtesy of Hot Topic), and a black Metallica t-shirt . I should blend in perfectly, but stick out like a sore thumb because of my hair and eyes. Genetics are a curse sometimes. --;
I flop down in one of the chairs at the back. It's so quiet here. 'Well, duh, it's a library. Of course it's gonna be quiet.'
I need noise of some sort. Silence is nice sometimes, but I prefer to hear something other than the humming of the computers and the flourescent lights.
I dig around in the front of my bookbag, and pull out my Walkman and headphones. I promptly put them on, press play, and the opening notes to Radiohead's The Gloaming are filling my ears. Much better. I sing along in my head as it plays.
'Genie let out of the bottle
It is now the witching hour
Genie let out of the bottle
It is now the witching hour'
I resume digging in my bookbag. Where the hell did I put my writing notebook? Ah, here it is, in the front compartment. I pull it out, and flip through the pages until I find the spot where I left off at. I start writing again, lost to everything else.
A bell rings somewhere, and I check my watch. 8:55. Crap. I'm gonna be late.
I stuff everything back in my bookbag, and head for class.
Upon reaching it, I pull open the door and flop down into an empty seat. Several other kids are filing in.
I notice the boy on my left is scribbling in a sketchbook, and the girl next to him is attempting to see what's in the sketchbook. I glance at my watch. 8:57. I study the boy next to me and the girl sitting beside him. They both have brown hair, and look eerily similar. Most likely twins. Not identical though.
The girl's hair is styled oddly. It's flipped up on each side, and the boy's spiky hair defies gravity. Wonder how he does that. I look around at the rest of the class. Pretty normal looking group. Yup, I can tell things are going to be boring around here.
The sound of the bell ringing again jerks me out of my thoughts just as the teacher arrives. I look at the clock on the back wall. Nine o'clock on the dot. Silently wishing I was back at home sleeping and not at school, I put away my Walkman. Radiohead was finished anyway.
"Good morning, class. My name is Mr. Squall Leonhart. This is American History from 1875. I will pass out a list of what we'll be covering this semester." He speaks in a short, brisk manner. "As it is the first day of college, there is a small formality to be done. Since we will be working in groups often, it will make things simpler if you introduce yourselves to one another." He begins to pass out papers, and the other kids in the class start murmuring introductions to those around them.
I turn to the boy my left just as he turns to face me. He sticks out a hand. "My name's Sora. The twit beside me is my sister, Selphie." The girl scowls. "You're the twit, you loon."
I shake the proffered hand, semi-noticing his eyes. They're so blue, like the sky outside.
"My name's Riku. Nice to meet you Sora." I got up and went over to where Selphie was sitting, and offer her my hand. "And it's nice to meet you too, miss." Politeness does wonders, as she smiles, shakes my hand, and tells me that the shirt I'm wearing is cool. I thank her, and then go back to my seat.
Sora goes back to drawing while the rest of the class introduces themselves, and after awhile, I lose track of who's who. All I remembered, later, was that the girl on my right was named Jamie, and the girl behind her was named something complicated which began with an S. Shanqiua or something like that.
After all the introductions were made, Mr. Leonhart spoke again. "As I have mentioned,
you will be working in groups. They are to be no larger than three or four, and you may gather with whomever you choose. However, this is a privilege, not a right, and if I feel you are abusing this privilege, I will reassign you to a different group." He pauses for a moment, then continues. "There is fifteen minutes left of class, so you can leave early. On Friday, we will begin discussing the French Revolution."
The background chatter of students starts up again as everyone starts gathering their books and things. I thankfully leave the room, as it was getting stuffy in there. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my schedule. Next class, World Music. Which is.. technically right below me on the bottom floor. After that, Computer Awareness, Western Civilization, and Chemistry . Then I can go home. Yippee. Oh wait, I have to babysit today. Crud.
I shove my schedule back into my pocket, and sigh. This is gonna be a long day. I head downstairs, hoping not to get lost.
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Sora's POV
History has always been a fairly easy subject for me. Back in high school, I got a straight A in all my history classes. College type history classes, however, are a different story all together.
I'll admit it, I was only paying half attention when Mr. Leonhart said to make introductions.
I already know Selphie, she's my sister. So I turn to the guy on my right just as he turns to me. Wow, what weird looking eyes. They're a rather nice sea green color though.
I stick out my hand. "My name's Sora. The twit beside me is my sister, Selphie." She scowls. "You're the twit, you loon." I ignore her. The boy takes my hand and shakes it. "I'm Riku. Nice to meet you Sora." He gets up and goes over to where Selphie is sitting. "And it's nice to meet you too, miss." She smiles and shakes his hand. "Same here. Your shirt is cool." Riku thanks her and goes back to his seat.
I go back to drawing while the rest of the introductions are finished, and Mr. Leonhart tells us we'll be working in groups of our choosing. Thank god for that. He then dismisses us early, after telling us we'll be discussing the French Revolution. Crap.
The tales about the guillotine do bad things for my overactive imagination. Last time we covered the French Revolution, I had half a sketchbook filled with images of the guillotine chopping off the heads of people I didn't like. .
I pack up my stuff, and head out the door. Digging out my schedule, a quick glance at it tells me I have World Music next. I wait for Selphie outside. I think she's in my next class, but I'm not sure. After she comes out, I check with her. Yup, she's in Music with me. Fortunately she knows where it is. I follow her down two flights of stairs. We pass the lunchroom, which reminded me that I had left my lunchbag back in history class. --; As we head into the classroom, and flop down into our seats, which we chose at random, I check my watch. 9:48. 12 minutes till class starts. I sigh. 'Might as well just forget it. No point in going back up the stairs now. I'll just wait till class is over.'
I stretch in my seat, and examine the room. Looks like a typical classroom. Chalkboard, teacher's desk, a computer, and a TV/ VCR shelf in by the back door of the class room.
"...How boring. Hope the teacher gets here soon." Oops. Did I say that out loud?
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Riku's POV
You know, normally I like school. Really, I do. But when one hallway looks the same as all the others, and I end up clear on the other side of the school, well, that's when I get irritated. Really, really, irritated.
I finally manage to make my way back to where I was told the music class would be.
After reaching said class, I flop down in the nearest seat, not really caring who I sit next to. I check my watch. 9:52. Well, at least I'm on time. "How boring. Hope the teacher gets here soon." Eh? I look to my right, and see a mass of brown spikes. Familiar looking spikes at that. I blink. Wasn't Spikey in my last class? Oh well.
I start digging in my bokbag again, this time for my music book and notebook. Once found, I put them on my desk. As an afterthought, I also pull a folder out. I just know we'll have papers to keep up with. Rules and all that junk.
"Neat folder. I take it you like Yu-Gi-Oh? " Huh? Oh, Spikey is talking to me. I look up. "Yeah. I think Yami Yugi is pretty cool." "He is. Hey, do you collect the cards?" I shake my head. "I mostly collect the manga. I only have a few cards I picked up here and there."
He blinks at me. "But the manga's pretty hard to find." I grin. "Not when you order it online. I also subscribe to Shonen Jump." "Ah. Do you watch Inuyasha?" I nod. "I have some of the manga for that too. Not all of it though. Your name is...Sora, right?" He nods. "That's me. Videogame lover, anime freak, and artist . And you're.. Riku?" "Yep. Manga collector, anime fan, and writer. I spend too much time on the internet, and not enough in the real world." He laughs. "You sound like me. I spend too much time playing my games, and not enough on other things."
I like him already. They, ie, my mom and dad, always said the best way to make friends was to find common ground. Well, I just found some.
"What games do you like to play?"
"Anything. RPG's, puzzles, you name it, I play it. Hey, what time is it?"
I look at my watch. "10:00 on the dot. Why?"
"Class should be starting soon."
"Ah. I better be prepared to be bored out of my skull."
"Now now, this class might actually turn out to be interesting. Why'd you sign up for it?"
"I'm covering my bases by getting the basics out of the way."
"That sounds like the same thing my sister did."
"Wasn't her name Selphie?"
"Yup. We were in your first class."
"Oh. She's the one that likes my shirt."
"Mmmhmm. She's a big Metallica fan."
"Cool."
"Yeah. I better shut up though, here comes the teacher."
We turn our attention to front of the room just as the teacher walks in.
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I want Squall for my history teacher. That would be so neat. :3
This chapter isn't too good because I was wanting to get the basics out of the way. Now that it's done, I can focus on Chapter 3. Sora and Riku have found something in common already. They both like Yu-Gi-Oh. I figured anime, if anything, would be a good start for a friendship. I made one of my best friends in a similar way. She liked the same band I liked, we struck up a conversation, exchanged email addresses, and wrote back and forth for awhile until she moved. We met up again in college, and are still best friends.
Sorry for the long update. I was having computer problems, and couldn't write anything for awhile because I, like a dummy, didn't make a backup of chapter 2 on a floppy disk, so I had to rewrite everything. Not to mention the fact that the keyboard is being evil and not working right. I can't wait until I get my computer back, I swear my mom's computer has a mind of it's own....
Anyway, I need a name for the music teacher. Any suggestions?
Also, I don't know when the next chapter will come out because my family and I are going to be moving soon. So if I'm lucky, I'll get chapter 3 out before we move. Better get my muses in gear then..
