Eeeek. I appologise for this part sucking so much. It's super short and it's really bad, but it was semi-needed for the story to continue. I know it's boring, so I fixed it by adding a little bit of humor. And, thank you anyone who decided I was cool enough to get reviews.

Sora: At my expense, bitch.

Wakka: STFU!!! o.o You still don't know what part I play in the story.

Disclaimer: If I owned Kingdom Hearts, it would be rated X.

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Chapter Two: Scratched out

"This school is... clean..." says Sora, as he stalks beside me. His eyes travel back and forth, almost expecting to be ambushed at any second.

"Yeah," I say, my hands swinging leisurely by my thighs with each step I take. His hands are stuffed in his pockets as he slouches. His posture is horrible.

"Hm," he says, his gaze sliding back to me, "In my old school kids were having sex in the halls. You couldn't go a day without being threatened by a knife." My eyes widen.

"Well, I wouldn't want to be at your old school. You're probably glad that you're here, now," I say, smiling warmly at him. Sora raises his eyebrows.

"I miss it," he says, his gaze travelling to a 'DON'T DO DRUGS!' poster, clinging to the wall. The cartoon kids on it have safety pins stuck through their eyes. My smile fades.

"I wouldn't," I say, yawning slightly. "Anyway, that's Mr. Leonheart's class. He teaches math for the 12th grade. He's mean to most people, but he's not that hard to warm up to. Oh, that's the nurse's room. Mrs. Goudferie, the nurse, is married to the Merlin Goudferie who's the Chemistry teacher. They're both a little crazy, and Mrs. Goudferie treats us like two year olds. Merlin blows stuff up a lot." Sora grins. It looks maniacal.

"Blowing stuff up? Sounds like fun!" he says, poking me in the shoulder. Not only is he goth now, he's a pyromaniac? Crazy kid.

"So, Sora," I begin, "What kind of stuff do you like to do?" He looks at me for a second.

"Fuck." he says, plainly. I freeze in the spot. He's joking, right? I shake my head and begin to walk again.

"What else do you like to do?"

"I write poetry."

"Really?" I say. It's probably depressing or more like a snuff film.

"Yeah. What do you do, Riku?" he says. That's the first time he's called me my name.

"I like sports."

"Does anyone play Blitzball in this school?" asks Sora, his eyes looking down at the ground. So, gothy plays Blitzball? I wonder how good he is.

"Yeah. I'm on the team. Keeper."

"S'funny," snickers Sora. He looks up at me, the smirk plastered on his face, "that a star like you wouldn't be a main position on the team. Like captain or something."

"I'm better at defending. But I do pack a lot of punch at hand to hand combat!" I say, smashing my fist into my palm.

"Maybe one day I'll kick your ass in a match, hmm?" says Sora, pulling his smirk out again.

"What weapons do you use in fights?" I say, smiling. "I use just a plain sword. They're easy and fun."

"As do I. But I also like to use a whip. It's kinky and fun," says Sora, grinning at me. Up close I can see he has a tongue ring. This guy is all about sex, isn't he? I snort.

"Yeah, that's fun," I say. We pass another room, "That's the Art room. Mr. Strife is the teacher. He's a little bit cold and everyone knows that he want's Mr. Highwind's Phys-Ed Class. But with Mr. Strife in that class, he'd run it like a Drill Sergeant. He's harsher than Mr. Leonhart. We all know it's because his girlfriend, Aerith or something, went all MIA on him." Sora tenses up at the mention of the name Aerith.

"Are you sure it was Aerith. Not anything else?" says Sora, his eyes staying on his feet.

"It might have been Aera or Aero or Aeris. We don't remember her name. All we know is that she'd come every day at lunch and bring Mr. Strife something to eat. She was really nice. She went missing about two and a half years ago. I was just a Freshman back then," I continue. I look over at Sora. His teeth are gritted and his fists are clenched. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all. But anyway, what class do you have first?" says Sora. I notice he just changes the subject, because the mention of the unknown woman. Maybe some relation...? The brunet sighed. I reach into my pocket and pull out a slightly folded piece of paper.

"Luck. We both have chemistry," I say, reviewing his schedule.

"Fun," he says, with practically no emotion in his voice. I glance up at the clock. The first period kids should be getting out pretty soon. Like five min--

Beeeeeeeeep

Um, never mind. I usher Sora through the gathering crowds and push through my fangirls, who are waving insanely to me and calling my name. I make my way into the Chem lab, pushing Sora in and then myself, before slamming off the hoard.

"Problem boys?" says a voice from behind. It's the sort of voice you'd expect from a crazy uncle, who lived in a travel trailer and explored the world. The kind that got drunk and hit on your mother at a wedding. The kind who gave you candy every time you talked to him. I spin around and find myself facing Merlin. The man is standing there, grinning, but his white, long mustache drapes over the corners of his mouth. He's wearing a blue lab-coat and the hair on the top of his head is dyed blue and shaped like a cone. It looks like a hat. Must have been experimenting again.

"No, not at all. I was just being molested by a hoard of rabid fangirls," I say, snickering quietly. Sora rolls his eyes at me and goes to a table in the back. A few students are inside already, not many though. They're just getting ready. We're starting a unit on pyrotechnics right now. A lot of the kids are loving the idea of it. It just scares me, because Merlin's hair always catches on fire, even without actual flame. But the good thing, is we get to have partners for this assignment. That means I won't get landed with a lot of work. I follow Sora to the back as the second bell rings, getting every student ready for class. He glares at me as I hop up on the stool beside him and throw my bag of books on the floor. Sora obviously doesn't want me to sit with him. But I do anyway, just for kicks. Besides, I've got no real friends in the class. Just people who envy me because I'm 'Mr. Perfect.'

"Today," begins Merlin, once all the kids are in their seats, "we will be selecting partners for our new unit on Pyrotechnics. I've selected the partners carefully, but oh. We have a new student. Well, that just evens it out. Irvine, you're with Seifer..." Merlin goes on, pairing students with others. He hasn't listed me or Sora yet. I wait a few minutes, my chin in my hands with my elbows on the table. Sora keeps glancing at me, well it's more of a glare, really. "Riku... you'll be with the new boy... umm... Sora!" Sora nearly falls off his stool.

"You mean I'm stuck with him!?" says Sora, and puts his hands into his face. Great. I'm stuck with depresso, the bisexual freak of nature. Gah, I hate school.

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