Okay, this is my first Kingdom Hearts fic that I have the audacity to post, but I think it's pretty good.

Riku- snort pretty good my ass.

OH YEAH, this story MAY have some SHOUNAN AI/YOAI/ SLASH, in later chapters! (Okay, I take that back, it WILL)

And I don't own Kingdom Hearts…uh…Ansem does. ;

Prologue- According to Riku's Logic (or lackthereof)

Holding his breath, a brunette gripped the edge of his armrest, making his knuckles turn white. He really,really hated riding in planes. The thought of being thousands of feet in the air, with a ton of people, being able to crash into the ocean…made him unbearably sick to his stomach. He leaned back in his chair trying to calm his nerves. 'Think about something else besides your motion sickness, Sora,' he thought. 'Think about what? How you screwed up!' Sora silently cursed his inner voices. 'Yeah, Sora' said that voice again. 'Think about this! You're heading to boarding school!' Sora's stomach did a Russian gymnast quality back flip. This whole affair was making him even more nervous. Well, at least he wasn't alone. He still had Riku. Sora sighed heavily. He still had Riku.

He glanced next to him at his silver haired best friend. Riku was completely engrossed in his Playstation Magazine, occasionally frowning or smirking, or popping salted peanuts into his mouth. Sora narrowed his eyes at his best friend's complete obliviousness. Even worse, the silver-haired one was fearless. No one did anything without considering the repercussions.

Except Riku, of course.

Riku wasn't afraid of leaving his home, wasn't afraid of air planes, and definitely had no fear of getting expelled. He was just to cool for that "petty" stuff, as he called it.

Yes. Sora, innocent tag-along Sora, had been expelled. It couldn't have been worse if they had painted "misfit" on his buttocks in red paint. Sora felt extremely disheartened about the entire thing, if you wanted to put it lightly.

It seems that Isla Destiny High School had gotten more than tired of their antics, or shall we say 'Riku's antics'. Leave it to Riku to jump off a cliff and bring everything down with him.

"Are you even going to say anything?" Sora hissed.

"Sure," Riku said adjusting his headphones appropriately. "You might feel better if you stick your head between your knees." Besides completely disregarding the rules of society, he could also sometimes be an unsufferable asshole. And Riku knew it.

Sora rolled his eyes heavenwards, although he did take his friends advice. "That's not what I meant."

"Oh, so you wanted me to say," Riku smiled mischievously and feigned a dramatic face, "I'm so sorry, Sora! All of this was my fault-"

"YES IT WAS!" Sora shrieked a little too loudly.

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The fourteen-year old tapped his older friend's shoulder.

"Remind me why we're doing this again, please…."

Riku rolled his eyes and released an exasperated sigh. "To show this school who's boss, our country's a democracy!" One of Riku's many short speeches. 'For freedom of speech, the welfare of our fellow students, the right to less homework!' Or Sora's personal favorite, 'Please. They're trying to poison us. Chickens don't have nuggets Sora! Its this giant conspiracy..." The list just went on and on.

Sora knitted his eyebrows together. Democracy? "I don't see what that has to do with dung-bombing the Chem. Lab-"

"Absolutely nothing." Oh, so he really was just bored.

"So-"

Riku rolled his aqua eyes yet again. "This is target practice, ya know. For like the big fight."

"Oh, the Principal's office."

"I am rubbing off on you Sora, halleluiah," Riku said with a prideful smirk.

Sora frowned. "But, what if we-"

"We won't get caught, trust me."

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Riku shrugged. "Okay, so maybe it was my fault," he admitted with an award winning grin. "But look at this as a blessing in disguise."

Sora glared icily at his friend. "Care to point out the silver lining Riku?" he hissed vehemently.

"For one," Riku started, "We are off that island that is forsaken by any god, where nothing happens. This is like an adventure! We are on a plane for God's sake. Going to America, and going to a coed boarding school!" He added with bright-eyed rapture. "And, this school specializes in combat and magic development. You may have a chance yet!"

Sora's lips formed his signature pout. So he was a bit a wimp. No biggie. He crossed his arms huffily and tapped his fingers. Riku punched him playfully in the side of his arm.

"Did I mention it's a coed school, did you hear that?"

"Like I care!" Sora screeched, feeling like he could shove his Sci-fi novel strait up Riku's…nose, and not feel bad about it.

Riku raised an eyebrow. "You're not gay…are you?"

A stewardess passed by with a reprimanding look on her face, her tightly-held bun looking like it was about to explode of the top of her head. "Sir, could you try not to be so loud? You're upsetting your neighbors."

Now what she was really saying was: "Shut up little boy. I do this every day for work, I haven't had coffee yet. And I know Kung-Fu."

"Yes Ma'am," Sora whimpered, sliding down farther into his seat, feeling his face turn the color of a ripe tomato. Riku seemed to be having a jolly old time with this smirking and singing.

"Bad boys, Bad Boys, wutcha gonna do, wutcha gonna do when the cabin assistant finds you?"

Sora reclined his chair, blocking out the noise by blaring Dir En Grey through his headphones.

"Riku?"

"Yes Sora?"

"Remind me to kill you when we get off the plane."

(-)(-)

"Sora, Sora…" A voice called that seemed to come from a far off distance. Wow...creepy inner voices. "Sora!" The voice snapped pinching one of his cheeks like an angry hair barrette.

"What the flip is it!" Sora yelled, snapping out of his death-like trance known as sleep.

Riku crossed his arms. "Sir! There's no need for such vulgar language!" Riku replied, obviously amused at the day's earlier events. "Yeah, it's time to get off the plane. If I and the school teacher would have had to come in here and carry you out, I would have not been a happy camper." Riku grabbed Sora's forearm and hoisted him out of his seat with ease. Both boys retrieved their carry-on baggage from under their chairs and began to walk out. They passed an old looking sign that read "Welcome to Oakland International Airport". Sora noticed the look on Riku's face, and could just imagine anime style sparkles float across his eyes.

Riku seemed a little more than impatient when in came to check in and baggage check. Worse was the International Relations desk."Yes!" he exclaimed peevishly . "For the last time, we are planning on staying!" Sora poked his friend's arm. "Not now!"

"But Riku, you're speaking in Japanese…."

He smiled. "…I knew that."

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Once the nightmare known as international relations was done and over with, they collected their baggage and sat outside, waiting for their ride. It was beginning to get dark and they didn't want to wait much longer, lest they freeze.

"So, what do you think this school is gonna be like?" Sora asked, trying to kill the awkward silence that seemed to be gnawing on his mind.

"I dunno," Riku hastily replied. "Probably stuck up and filled to the brim with perfect people. They probably all wear sweater-vests and sip tea with their lunch."

Sora nodded. "I bet we could whip them good at sword fights."

Riku gasped suddenly, wrinkling his nose in the process.

"What?"

"Uniforms…" Riku whispered disgustedly. "The embodiment of brainwashing conformity." He gave Sora a pathetic look.

Sora laughed at his friend's expression. "I'm sorry, Riku, but it looks like you're going to have to live with conformity for a wh–"

"Hey! You two!" an annoyed voice interrupted. Riku and Sora turned their heads to see a tall brunette man who was tapping his foot, and staring at his watch. "Are you Riku Nusai and Sora Kamayasi?"

"Who wants to know?" Riku said coolly.

The stranger didn't seem intimidated at all, quite apathetic to be more specific."A very irritated sparring teacher by the name of Squall Leonhart. Call me Leon. But call me Squall and your asking for it," he said hurriedly. They weren't sure they wanted to know what "it" was. Sora furrowed his brows together. And who exactly was this…

"What the heck are you waiting for? Christmas? Let's go, the headmaster isn't going to wait forever."

Oh, so he was the school representative guy. But, Squall was so…so…cool. There was no way he was from a boarding school. He wore baggy black jeans with a white T-shirt and a leather jacket. In short, he didn't seem to fit in with the whole tea and crumpets scene. He looked as if he should be starring in some adventure movie or something.

Squall peered down at them through black sunglasses, wondering why they weren't moving. "Let's go".


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This chapter has been edited, and reposted, due to a certain author's inability to use good grammar. There has been no change in the story plot, so for those of you that have read this chapter before, there really isn't anything different about it, except for the correction of some errors and a couple of lines added.

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