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"And that's when ENGLAND single-handedly won the Second World War," Luxord concluded airily, snapping his text book shut to heighten the significance of his "true" story. "Any questions?"

Riku's hand shot straight into the air. "Mr Atkins, didn't Australia win the Second World War?"

"I think that you'll find, lad," the history teacher said, facing the lamp in the corner of the room instead of the student as if it was the one who'd spoken. "That Australia was not involved in the Texas County War."

"Aren't we talking about World War Two?" Riku's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "And I'm over here, sir."

"Oh, yes, good," Luxord nodded, turned to face the class.

"Namine," Roxas bent his head down and whispered to the girl beside him. She faced him, eyes widening slightly, an invitation for him to continue. "What is WRONG with Mr Atkins?"

"I don't know," she murmured in reply. "He's either drunk or on drugs, I think."

"What kind of school is this?"

"I know, even I sometimes think that it's not completely normal."

Poor girl has never been to a regular school before, Roxas thought, and then he smiled. "I'm really glad we're friends, Namine. I'd have never thought I would have met such a great person so quickly."

Namine beamed, "Me too. Well, in reverse, you know…" Blushing furiously, she hunched over her textbook, pretending it was more important than the oh so adorable Roxas sitting beside her.

"Sir, many countries participated in the victory of the Second World War," Olette explained calmly.

"I'm the teacher, love, not you," Luxord snapped in retort. He ran a shaking hand over his union jack sweater, pressing it down firmly. "Besides, since when have, you, Princess Peach, known more about history than anyone else? Holy shitcakes! Batman!" He jabbed a finger in Sora's direction, smiling in awe and stumbling across the classroom to grab at the terrified teenager's hand. "I'm your biggest fan!"

"Heeelp me!" Sora squealed, great cerulean eyes widening in fright as the British teacher clawed at his shirt. Fortunately, the insane history teacher snapped back to a sense of a reality and loosened his grip, allowing the teenager to snatch his arm away.

"Right, back to history," Luxord nodded to himself. "The most vital factor to ENGLAND'S victory was the invention of one of the most fantastic weapons of all time. Can anyone tell me what that was?"

"The tank!" Pence yelled, smirking proudly at the vast array of knowledge he had been storing in that obnoxiously large brain of his.

"Wrong!"

The smirk disappeared clean off his face, his eyebrows furrowed, crestfallen. "But, sir…"

"WRONG!" Luxord said more firmly. "We English invented the Howitzer. A kick ass cannon that could blow Mount Everest's knickerbockers clean off."

"Sir, please," Olette began, joining the academic fray. "The Howitzer was a German creation. It's name clearly shows this…"

Mr Atkins narrowed his eyes very tightly, and then opened his mouth to put forth another argument (perhaps one that contained a wide range of colourful vocabulary) however the class was spared this when the bright red bell in the corridor outside shrieked and convulsed, signally the lesson's end.


It was geography again after break time. Except for the lovely experience of being able to sit beside quiet, gentle Namine, Roxas dreaded the lesson with an utmost passion that burned so bright it could rival the sun in it's ferocity. However, as the day had progressed, he had been catching snippets of gossip hissing throughout the hallways of Destiny Islands High… gleeful exclaims, excited clapping of hands, eyes bright, that Ms Moromiya was absent with the flu. And so, Roxas was pretty damn happy as he slipped into the seat beside Namine's, knowing fine well that he could have a peaceful hour of relaxation. However, to quote that wonderfully wise man Auron, "This is MY story, and Roxas' happiness is not a part of it."

"Sup, kiddies?" The skinny red-headed teacher grinned as he pushed open the door of the classroom and glided over to the desk. Roxas contemplated stabbing his wrist with the pointy end of his compass.

Axel regarded the class with a smirk, allowing it to grow wider as he heard the series of wistful gasps from the vast majority of the students before him. However, it dropped dramatically as he noticed the cute blonde sitting beside his "one true love", who happened to be blushing and giggling at everything Roxas said (even when it was not in the slightest bit amusing). He folded his arms and sniffed. Pathetic.

"Okay, let's see here," Mr Flynn picked up the notes that the geography department had left on Larxene's desk and examined them carefully. "If the subject fails to respond… Huh? Ah, wrong note!" He selected the correct one and held it up to the light. "Apparently, you bunch of Einsteins are gonna be colouring in the big bad world map this lesson!" He laughed, not bothering to smother it for politeness' sake and then settled on the comfy, fluffy chair Larxene had brought in from home, gaze firmly fixed on the depressed blonde teenager right in front of him.

"Hi Roxy," he breathed. No reply. Instead, Roxas turned to his female companion and began a discussion on sea salt ice-cream. "That's my favourite!" Axel exclaimed in an attempt to join in the conversation, receiving an embarrassed smile from Namine; Roxas didn't even twitch in recognition. The p.e. teacher stood up angrily, gaining the full class' attention. "I'm tired and I've got a hangover, so you kids can just shut the hell up for the rest of the lesson. Got it memorised?"

The class fell silent, and so most of the lesson dragged by without incident. Axel was well and truly bored out of his skull. How could Larxene STAND this terrible hour of utter torture, stuck at a desk, watching all the precious teenagers colour in diagrams? At last, opportunity struck. The girl before him finally acted as her hair colour intended, as she blushed furiously and handed Roxas a note.

"No notes in class!" Axel pounced, snatching the scarp of paper up and holding it up in the air, hand on hip, in a victory stance. "You KNOW the punishment for passing notes, blondie," he grinned, emerald eyes flashing wickedly. Namine flushed tomato-red, mortified.

"P-please don't read it out, Mr Flynn," she begged.

"Something to hide? Now I'm definitely interested," Axel smirked and then peered at her neat, delicate handwriting. "'Hi Roxas'," he sneered in a terrible rendition of a female voice. "'Ever since you came here, I've felt that we've had a connection. You're so cute and smart and funny, and I shouldn't even be asking you this, but…'" he stopped screeching to take a dramatic intake of breath. "'Well, I really like you Roxas, and I was thinking that we could be boyfriend and girlfriend. Love Namine. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss.'"

Namine looked as if she was about to cry. Roxas was struggling from choosing whether to be mortally embarrassed, furiously angry or plain old shell-shocked. The next day, his blonde friend refused to speak to him, as did practically most of the females in the entire school. Lesson of the day: Axel is a total dick.


I hate Namine, but even I feel a little sorry for her now. xD

When Axel says "Let's see here" and picked up the note I completely did it unintentionally. xD I decided to go all the way and make a reference for the fun of it all. :)

Reviews are very much appreciated. :)