Chapter four, already? I am proud! xD Here's a nice long one for ya!
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Roxas knew that he would not be able to avoid this dreaded lesson forever. He had skipped the first couple of lessons, having first gathered (fake) genuine excuses for his absence, but now he was running short. And so, as he waited outside the gym amongst the crowd of his gibbering classmates, he could feel every impulse in his brain buzz in desperation, screaming at him to run, run away in the opposite direction. Oh, how he wished that he had listened to them.
"Hey, kiddies," Mr Flynn almost sang as he approached the gym, swinging his keys around in an elliptical orbit, and successfully whacking Hayner in the shins with his efforts. He flinched as the teenager yelled in his ear, but then smirked with an infantile triumph, as if he had just scored gold in the Olympics of child abuse.
"Hey Roxy," he said softly in the blonde's ear. Roxas had found that he had got used to how his teacher's breath tickled his ear in a most certainly illegal way, so now, instead of shivering in fright, he instinctively swung out his arm and delivered an agonising blow to Axel's stomach. He received a yelp of indignation, but not much else. Not surprising, really, a pervert like him would have had developed some sort of immunity against punches of outrage now.
Axel fiddled around with his keys for a moment, muttering nonsense, such as "You're so cruel, Roxy" and "I was only saying hello", before he selected the right one and shoved it in the lock. "Before you guys go in, I have set some new rules." He paused, glowering at the students whom had filled the space of silence with nervous gossip. "Shaddup. Now, everyone has to take a shower after gym for various health regulations, except for…" Mr Flynn then reeled off a long list of names from the register, raising his eyebrows in irritation whenever he was interrupted by a sigh of relief from one of the students, until, at last, he was done, and he stood with a catlike smirk plastered across his smug features. This was when Roxas realised that he was the only one present who had not had his name called out; he was ashamed of himself for not expecting it from the redheaded creep.
The class began to file in through the green swing doors of the gym, but as Roxas tried to make his escape into the cool confinement of the building before him, he was restrained with his teacher's large, thin hand. Axel's head was bent low, his thin lips curved downwards into a frown.
"Roxas… when were you going to tell me about her?" He asked quietly, his voice dripping with a damaged angst, as if someone had just shot his beloved pet pony before his very eyes in an act of cold-blooded hatred.
"Tell you about who?"
"You know…her."
Roxas furrowed his eyebrows, confusion swimming behind his eyes in a ghost-like manner. "You mean Namine?"
"Yes! Of course I mean Namine! Unless…" Axel broke off, practically tearful. "Unless there are others…
The teenager huffed a sigh and tried to push past his teacher, eager to escape the weird and ridiculous questions that were spilling from his lips, but to no avail, the redhead's grip held strong..
"Mr Flynn, Namine isn't my girlfriend. She's barely speaking to me now because of you, and even if she is, why the hell would I think to go and tell you?"
"I'm sorry Roxy," Axel gave a watery smile. "I should have trusted you. I forgive you." He then pulled Roxas into a bone-crushing embrace (that was a little too touch-feely for the blonde's liking), which was soon dissolved by Axel shrieking as sharp shoots of pain were now jolting through his left foot.
P.E. was certainly not fun. First of all, Roxas had barely enough time to change into his sportswear because of Mr Flynn holding him back for those few, agonising minutes. The process of changing was dragged out much longer than he would have liked, as said teacher kept peering into the locker rooms, yelling that whoever was late into the gym would be running laps around the field in their underwear, and then gazing at Roxas for long periods of time, until he was sent away by the blonde throwing one of his Skechers in his direction. He regretted this instantly, as it just so happened that Axel jumped at the chance of owning a piece of Roxas' clothing: he quickly retrieved the shoe, sniffed it and then scurried out of the room like a rat who had obtained a particularly shiny set of Egyptian jewellery. The Skecher was never seen again.
The actual lesson was even more distressing than Roxas could have ever deemed possible. Axel had spent the lesson ordering everyone around, isolating the blonde and making him do terribly embarrassing tasks, such as gymnastics, press-ups and long distance, sweaty laps encircling the gym, whilst simultaneously trying to ignore the lecherous emerald eyes of his paedophilic P.E. teacher burning a hole in his rear end. Things don't just get any more illegal than this, do they?
Oh, wait, but they do. Axel held his word when he said that Roxas would be taking a shower after the lesson, although he had to make everyone else do it too ( as another P.E. teacher, Zell, had scolded him from picking on Roxas and not obeying school rules) "except for Pence". The redhead teacher attempted to spy on the object of his affection numerous times, but to no avail, as Zell was not having it and kept a strong gaze on him. He was soon disposed of when Axel called him a chickenwuss and informed him that his mother was fat, the poor blonde ran crying to the staffroom to cook himself a hotdog. Mr Flynn took advantage of Roxas' absence by sneaking over to his pile of gym clothing (showing off his 'mad ninja skillz') and swiping them.
The blonde was far from pleased when he found most of his clothes missing, and he had to bite down hard to stop himself from screaming at the top of his lungs. This just happened to be the worst day of his entire life, even worse than the time he'd been dragged to watch the Thunderbirds movie with Sora, and had spent the duration of it being attacked with popcorn from the obnoxious pieces of shit in the back row and wincing from the painfully cheesy lines that the hyperactive actors were screaming.
Since Namine (his only friend in the world) had decided that she couldn't face speaking to him, Roxas had been forced to hang around with his annoyingly happy-go-lucky cousin, Sora (whose sunny disposition was so sickeningly powerful it could make lollipops cry) and his delinquent smart-ass best friend, Riku. None of them, it seemed, were particularly delighted with this arrangement.
"Hmm, what are you getting for lunch, Riku?" Sora asked his silver-haired companion pleasantly.
"Dunno, food probably," Riku replied with a twisted smirk, causing Sora to erupt into a dangerously hysterical fit of giggles. Roxas rolled his eyes.
"Oh wow, that muffin sure looks good!" A giggle interrupted the teenagers' conversation. They looked up to see the pink-haired drama teacher, whom was never seen without his white silk rose shirt and his eccentric beret, lodged on his thick wig of hair in a jaunty angle.
"Hey, you can't just cut in!" Riku argued defiantly, stamping his foot on the ground to help reinforce his point. Roxas couldn't help suppress a glower, aware that this particular teacher happened to have handed him his second detention of his first day.
"Oh hohoho," Mr Kando laughed good-naturedly. "Well, in fact, little boy, I was here to speak to this little angel right here," he gestured to Roxas with a delicate hand. The blonde frowned: Great, this was just what he needed: another teacher to obsess over him. Marluxia held out an arm and waggled his pink eyebrows, hinting for the teenager to link with him; Roxas sighed and reluctantly attached himself to the teacher.
"I suppose you're wondering why I've kidnapped you, aren't you, my dear?" Marluxia asked softly as he led the teenager through the corridors of Destiny Islands High.
"Yeah, I am actually," Roxas responded moodily. "To tell you the truth, sir, I've had a really bad day and all I want to do is get my lunch and take a little break from it all, so if this isn't important…"
"But it is important!" Marluxia practically screamed back at him. "Right, here we are…" He stopped in front of an empty classroom and fumbled for the doorknob, as most of the space on the door had been covered up with a gigantic poster featuring the latest school play, "If I Only Had A Heart".
"Now darling," he began, perched on his desk and leaning forward towards Roxas, a small smirk present on his features. "I've been taking a look at your file from your last school, I had to sweet-talk old Xemnas for it, but it was definitely worth it," he winked, long eyelashes fluttering. Roxas straightened himself up in his chair, paranoid as ever. "So, I've heard you're good at drama."
"Well, I wouldn't say I'm great at it…" Roxas scratched the back of his head, blonde spikes ruffling messily. "I'm not that great in front of big crowds either."
"Aw, that's a shame… since a little birdie told me that you weren't too fond of P.E…."
The teen sat up even straighter, as if the spark of interest had jolted electricity straight up through his bones and locked him into a rigid position. "What are you talking about?"
"Well… it's a policy of or school to allow selected students drop physical education if they show talent in the performing arts." Marluxia sat back smugly, arms crossed, aware that he had just hit a particularly vulnerable patch of the blonde's consciousness.
"So, you're saying that if I agree to taking drama, there'll be no more Mr Fly- I mean P.E?" Roxas said slowly, unable to believe what the drama teacher was actually offering him. Finally, things were looking up for him! Maybe he might grow to like Riku and Sora… and perhaps his absence from p.e would quell Axel's disturbing interest in him… and Namine would speak to him again!
"That's exactly what I'm saying, Roxas," Marluxia purred, resting his chin on his delicate, white hand, his lips curved in triumph.
The staffroom was dimly illuminated by the failing ancient light bulbs that hung awkwardly from the ceiling; papers flung everywhere and anywhere were abandoned by the eager-to escape teachers whilst crumbs and coffee stains were scattered across the floor, and all that could be heard was the gentle scrunching sound of Axel's trainers on the cheap, thin carpet and the monotonous hum of the television in the corner of the room, which displayed another dreadful and undelightful episode of 'Antique's Roadshow'. This was why Axel tried to avoid finishing late (in accordance with the rest of the staff), as the room was certainly creepy in the evening, especially when everyone else was long gone.
Axel scoured his pidgeonhole quickly, desperate to get home, his feline eyes unaccustomed to the dark, forcing him to feel around for a stray letter or notice.
There was a creak from the doorway; he jumped up, terrified, only to see that it was just Marluxia returning from the school play preparations, and was here to collect his things (and not a zombie like he had first thought, although the concept wasn't too outrageous when it came to the rose-haired man).
"Bonjour, Axel," Marluxia smirked, a letter twiddling through his fingers in an almost tormenting manner. "Just the man I was hoping to see."
"Oh really, now?" Axel stood up straight, hands on hips, glaring at the drama teacher in challenge. He eyed the letter suspiciously, "What's that?"
"Why, it's for you, of course!" Mr Kando's voice was sickly sweet to match his bubblegum coloured hair. "Xemnas asked me to pass it on to you. Now if you don't mind…" He pushed past Axel, far from gently, and grabbed his belongings. "Ciao!" He waved, before turning tail and leaving the room.
Axel examined the note with a glare, which read:
"Hi there, Mr Flynn! This is MarMar! Have you ever heard of that little rule our school has that whoever wants to do drama can switch it with P.E.? Professionally speaking, you just have to be informed of who's dropping your class by yours truly… so here I am! Your register will be one pupil short as of tomorrow, can you guess who the little guy is? Starts with an R and ends with AS. That's right, Roxas!
Until next time
Mr Kando (With me as your teacher, you can do it too!)TM
The note was soon scrunched into a tiny, ripped paper ball as Axel finished reading the letter. "That bastard!" He gritted his teeth, furious. "This means war."
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