Sora stared. He didn't know what to say. There wasn't anything to say! He just, stood there like a tree, rooted to the spot. It took all of his might not to scream. It wasn't as if he was a spoiled brat or anything, it's just, this was going to far. There were so many other rooms before him that didn't have roommates, so why did he get one now?

Sora decided this would be a good time to find his voice. Riku was starting to get antsy.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Riku curled his brows together in confusion and stood up. It was about this time that Sora finally got to see first hand how intimidating this new student could be. Sora put on a heavy glare and took a single step forward. This kid wasn't going to be able to push him over very easily.

"This is my new room. I was assigned to it." Riku said coolly. He was starting to get the feel as if he wasn't wanted here. Which was plain to see as his roommate certainly did not enjoy his company. The silver haired boy decided to leave it at that, and turned around to continue unpacking his things.

Sora growled. This kid wasn't just going to ignore him!

"Hey, buddy. This is my room, so I suggest you request a different one. I don't take to kindly to other people I'm not well acquainted with." Sora said, his glare hardening. Riku smirked and turned towards Sora. The cinnamon haired boy was taken aback for a moment. It almost seemed as if Riku had changed his eye color for a moment.

"Well then. I guess you're going to have to suck it up, rich boy." Riku said sharply. This kid was getting on his nerves. And he didn't even know his name yet.

Sora let out an annoyed sigh and strode over to his desk, slamming his bag down on the ground beside it. He grabbed his text book and pencil and began his homework. What better way to let out his anger than in his homework? Ha, Sora could think of a million better ways to let it all out. He heard some faint shuffling behind him, and then the sound of an object slamming against another object.

Slam!

Thud.

Slam!

Thud.

Sora's eyebrow twitched visibly as he tried to block out all the noise.

Slam!

Thud.

Slam!

Thud.

Slam!

Sora curled his hands into fists. He wasn't even here for more than five minutes, and this kid was already annoying him to a point of no return. This was ridiculous.

Slam!

"Could you shut the hell up?" Sora yelled, whipping around to see how Riku was managing on making all this noise. Riku turned his sea green eyes towards the annoyed boy.

He had a baseball glove on one hand, and a ball clutched tightly in the other. Riku made sure he had eye contact with the boy, and threw the ball once more.

Slam!

Thud.

CRASH!

Sora had managed to somehow leap out of his chair and grab Riku's glove straight off his hand, throwing it at the silver haired boys clothing trunk, causing it to close with a sharp, thud sound.

Riku turned his glare towards his roommate. Sora stood there, fuming and clenching his fists. The silver haired boy stood up briskly and walked towards his trunk to grab his glove. He then strode back towards Sora, and pointed the glove at him in a menacing way.

"Don't. Touch. My. Things." He said icily, putting emphasis on every word. Sora stood his ground, refusing to show submission.

"I'll do whatever the hell I want!" Sora snapped back. The brunette marched back over to his desk and slammed his body down.

He wasn't used to not getting his way. And he certainly wasn't going to change now.

The next day was even worse than the last. The school's heating had gone out, so everyone was forced to wear extra clothes.

Sora shivered uncontrollably in his bed. He had only slightly woken up, mainly due to the sudden loss of heat. He scrunched his eyebrows together, wondering why it was suddenly very cold.

Wait a second. Sora thought. He brought one hand down his body, and felt his hand land straight on his stomach. His bare stomach. His hand went a little lower and…

"Holy shit!" Sora yelled, bolting straight up in his bed. His eyes scanned the room quickly. He then looked down. No blankets. No clothes. He immediately looked towards Riku's bed. His covers were lying scrunched up on the bed, along with some shredded pieces of fabric. But no Riku in sight.

Those sure do look a lot like my… Sora's eyes widened considerably. He jumped out of the bed, not really caring that he wasn't wearing anything, and ran towards his roommates bed.

There, lying in tiny, ripped up shreds, were the remains of his night clothes. A light laughing sound soon brought Sora out of his thoughts, and back to the real world. He whipped around, and saw that the door was wide open.

With other people on the other side.

And he was naked.

SLAM!

Sora flung himself at the door. He stood with his back against it. Breathing heavily. This couldn't be happening. It was just a dream, some wild, weird dream. He glanced at the clock. 10:14 AM. Sora took a double take, and darted his eyes over to Riku's bed.

His clock read 10:14.

"Aw shit! I'm late!" Sora yelled, grabbing a pair of pants and underwear from his trunk. He slipped into them quickly, and grabbed a required white shirt.

"Stupid buttons. Stupid Riku. Stupid school." Sora mumbled angrily as he fiddled with the buttons on his shirt. He snatched the brush from his desk and quickly ran it through his cinnamon hair.

Grabbing his bag and shoes, Sora bolted out the door towards his first class. He soon arrived, panting, and a full five minutes late. The door slammed against the wall beside it as Sora came in, clutching his chest and limping towards his desk. All of the heads in the class turned towards him, wondering why he was suddenly so late for class.

Sora managed to find his seat and carefully place his sore body into the wooden chair.

"Late, Sora? This is a strange, new attitude for you." Mr.Hevtor said, looking straight at the cinnamon haired boy. Sora nodded and sunk a little lower in his chair. He heard a slight snickering beside him, and turned around.

"Had a rough morning Sora?" Riku asked, smirking evilly. Sora just glared and turned straight back towards the front of the class. Mr.Hevtor began passing out some script books to the class. Sora then began to force himself to pay attention.

"So, what's this I hear about you parading around naked, Sora?" Tidus asked, biting into a turkey sandwich, letting a bit of mustard drip down onto his pants. He cursed and reached across to the other table for a napkin.

Sora sighed and put his head in his hands. He couldn't take this anymore. This punishment. This utter HELL! It had only been one day since the new kid arrived and he was already Mr.Popular. Riku had managed to rip Sora's night clothes to shreds, let him jump out of bed naked as the day he was born, and made him look like a complete fool during that play in first period.

"But I mean, that joke he made in class was pretty funny. I don't see why you got so worked up Sora!" Tidus laughed, still attempting to get the mustard stain out of his pants. Sora glared at his so called best-friend.

"The joke was directed at me, you moron." He snapped, slamming his fists on the table. Tidus jumped a little and stared at the angry boy across from him. Sometimes Sora's temper got a little out of hand. Sora glared at Tidus, his brain not processing why his friend wasn't siding with him, and hating the new kid.

"Well I've got a lot of work to do Tidus, so I'll see you later." Sora ground out. He stood up swiftly and grabbed his books. On his way out of the cafeteria, he managed to collect a few strange glances. Sora just ignored them and continued walking, only picking up his pace a little bit. More stares began to follow him, and it was really starting to get to him.

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone pointing at him. More kids then began pointing and whispering. Sora began to panic. He glanced around, and just as he was about to exit the cafeteria, he ran straight into someone.

"Whoa, what's the hurry Sora?" came a smooth, deep voice that Sora recognized oh to well. He looked up from his current position on the cafeteria floor. His enemy stood, towering over him like an evil villain. Sora worked a deep glare onto his face and stood up quickly. He brushed the dust off of his shirt and stared Riku straight in the eyes.

"Watch were you're going, Riku." The words fell from Sora's mouth as if they were poison. The silver haired boy cocked one eyebrow and made a little twirl motion with his index finger.

"What the hell?" Sora asked, getting even more annoyed by the minute. If Riku was up to something he was going to blow his lid.

"Just turn around Sora." He said. Sora just continued to set his face on a glare, so Riku grabbed his shoulders and spun him around forcefully. The cinnamon haired boy was about to protest when he felt a small tug on the back of his shirt. His eyes widened as Riku then showed him the piece of paper that was taped on his back.

"Kick Me"

It was a simple prank. Nothing to get too over worked about. Just two plain words, that every kid has had taped on their back at some point in their life or another. But to Sora, it was hell. It was the last straw. He hated the new kid enough as it was already.

"YOU ASSHOLE!" Sora screamed, lunging at the boy. They both toppled over, rolling on the ground in a flurry of arms and legs. Sora's loud yelling could be heard very easily by almost every teacher. They all rushed in to pull the very angry boy off of Riku.

"I HATE you Riku! You've been nothing but hell for me ever since you got here!" Sora spat, looking at Riku with piercing eyes. The teacher then hauled him out of the cafeteria, obviously thoroughly pissed.

"Detention?" Tidus asked, eyes considerably wide. Sora nodded, and threw the ball Riku had once been playing with against the wall with more force then needed. Tidus watched the ball soar back into the glove and go sailing back towards the wall again.

The teacher had thought that Sora had used and violent resolution to something that could have been solved with plain old words. And that his actions were inexcusable, so he had received a months worth of detentions. Cleaning the Julius Caesar Trophies.

"Yeah well, whatever. I don't care. I'm just glad I got a few punches in on that stupid silver haired new asshole fuc-"

"Whoa Sora, slow down." Tidus cautioned. Sora shut up, but muttered the words in his head. It let out small doses of approval until Sora was finally content with mouthing off Riku in his head. Throwing the ball once more, it sounded with a much louder thud.

"What the FUCK do you think you're doing?" Sora stared directly into angry, sea green eyes.

TBC

Miho: Sorry that took so long you guys. I was busy with school and friendship issues. Next chapter will be up sooner. RR