WARNING!

The beginning may be a tear-jerker depending on what kind of songs or instrumental music you are listening to right now.

If you are very sensitive and are listening to any of Justicepianosongs music from youtube, Kyle Landry's piano covers for KH, .hack music, or anything sad or passionate from gundam 00 or Yiruma, you may cry... I'm serious.

Well, that's what happened to me so...

I know I'm a wuss! D: But I'm an AMAZING wuss! x)

-Little Sweety Pea: Me too. I wasn't pleased how he was in the original story. He was all like "NAMI I LOVES YOU!" so... yeah. o.o

Enjoya~! (See? My attempt at an Italian accent) :3

.Twilight's Sun.: Confusion and Fear Attempt to Sweep Me Away

Not the Best Day in the World, But Hey... It's Okay.

Naminé:

I was greeted with the sight of an eerie castle, slightly startled as I heard an explosion, it bursting into flames afterward. I saw Sora and Riku holding me back as I tried to hold back my tears, trying so desperately to escape from their grasp.

"No, please," I begged. "We can still save them! We can still save him! Let me go!"

"Naminé, snap out of it! There's no way he could have survived that, anyway! He wasn't really stable to begin with," Riku yelled at me, struggling to keep a hold on my arm.

"Nam, please, stop! Do you know what would've happened if he didn't sacrifice his life? We all would've died," Sora bellowed, tears in his eyes, as well.

"No! That's not true! He could have made it! He could have! I believed he would! HE EVEN PROMISED ME HE'D LIVE!" I managed to free myself, running in the direction of the burning castle.

Then, a magnificent, cyan beam shot in the dark sky, blinding everyone. It's force was so great, the devastating explosive winds that blew in all directions as a cataclysmic aftermath rendered me to my knees. My tears cascading down my cheeks in sorrow and disbelief as my arms fell limp at my sides.

"No! No, No, No, No, NO! NO! THIS C-CAN'T BE," Terra cried out, pounding the ground with his fists, as he also fell onto his knees. "AQUA! VEN! PLEASE!"

Kairi ran to me, holding me tight while I sobbed.

"He can't be dead, K-Kairi, h-he can't be..."

"I c-can't believe th-this, either," she choked out."W-We could have saved him. We could have s-saved M-Mara. And Vanitas, too. W-We could have saved them all..."

"I don't want anyone else to d-d-die," I cried. "THIS IS ALL MY FAULT! ROXAS! ROXAS!"

"RO—

"—XAS! ROXAS!" I sat up, screaming.

I had returned to the safety of my room, seeing as I was still in bed. I curled up, wiping the fresh tears from my eyes.

"I-It can't be... They c-can't—" I couldn't finished the sentence because I burst into another set of tears.

~..~

"I-I'm sorry," I told them, my voice trembling. "I th-thought I could tell you w-without acting up."

"It was just a bad dream. So what?" Reeves said with no intention to make me feel worse, putting a hand on my shoulder. "It's nothing to be scared about."

I laughed bitterly. "That's what you think."

Nurse Joy had this look about her. Seeing me like this, it made her feel guilty.

"If only she..."

"I... I'm sorry for your losses, Ms. Naminé..."

"It's okay, Nurse Joy. Everything happens for a reason. So, after that nightmare happened, I just couldn't get a hold of myself. I knew it was going to happen inevitably..."

~..~

Hearing of her death in my dream made me feel as paranoid as knowing who would die. I haven't even heard from her in a while. After all, I did leave without telling her where I'd be off to...

I was hysterically sobbing, but I didn't hear anything. The tears kept coming, no matter how many times I tried to wipe them away, and my body was shaking uncontrollably with each wracking sob and hiccup. I couldn't go back to sleep. I was afraid I'll have the same dream as soon as I fell in slumber's comforting embrace. Then, I saw him, standing before me with his calculating, cobalt eyes. His voice had shunned him, leaving him immaculately silent until he had called out to me.

"Naminé..."

Wait...

"R-Roxas? You're a-awake!" I sniffled, jumping him into a tight embrace. He was genuinely startled at my behavior, taking a while for him to process what was going on. After a while, I felt his arms wrap around my torso in compliance.

I just couldn't help it. I wanted to see if it was him, to see if he was truly standing there in front of me. I didn't want to let go, with what I knew and all. I pressed my head against his warm, bare chest, continuing to let my sobs wrack my body.

I felt so... I felt lost. Like an infant without a loving mother or father. Hopelessly vulnerable and weak. Just seeing him look so oblivious made me too upset to function properly.

I was pulled away slightly, meeting eyes that drowned in confusion and apprehension.

"Are you okay?" The concern was evident in his voice, as well.

Suddenly, I shied way from his touch, catching my reflection in the vanity mirror. I couldn't bear to see his face at the moment.

"Can you go?" I was so quiet, I didn't think he could hear me. "We should get prepared for school..."

"Oh... Okay."

"Here," I picked up his shirt, handing it to him. "You're going to need it."

I turned my back on him as he made way for the door.

"Naminé."

"Yes?" I called out, not even bothering myself to turn around.

"Thank you— For letting me stay. I'll see you in class?"

"Yeah, first thing!" I tried to sound like I was over the fact that I might have just figured out fate's terrible plan for our future, but I didn't sound too convincing.

Roxas:

When I left Naminé's room, my mind was on overload as I buttoned up my shirt. She woke up crying and screaming, not smiling and yawning happily from a good night's sleep. I saw her sobbing and wailing like a child who had lost their mom in a grocery store instead of seeing her smile as she bid me a good morning.

And when she looked at me... The fear and sadness swirling in her eyes. I was too overwhelmed to even speak when she held onto me for dear life, as if I would fade away into nothing and disappear forever if she had let me go.

Suddenly, I bumped into someone, sending me back a few steps.

"Roxas?"

"O-Oh! Um... Hey~, Kairi," I scratched the back of my head as I chuckled awkwardly. My polo was only buttoned halfway.

She gave me a scrutinizing glare.

Whoa... What's up her ass?

"You disgust me," she spat before stalking off into the direction of Naminé's room.

Am I really that contagious?

Turning the corner of the hallway, I went upstairs and made my way to my room. As I walked in, I noticed Van and Selphie passed out in Pence's bed, which disturbed me slightly, so I gingerly circulated the room, grabbing clothes and whatnot. I walked into the bathroom, undressed, and took a quick shower.

I got out, dried off, and put on fresh uniform. Another white unbuttoned polo (revealing a plain, black shirt), the disgusting baby blue slacks I was forced to wear, and my black-and-white layered converse. Not even bothering to put on the tie, I slipped on my checkered wristband that I always wore through my left hand, complementing the two black and white rings on my fingers. I shook my head, shaking the water out of my hair. In the mirror, I saw my hair turn into a huge puff ball, then it retained to its natural spikes.

Yup, it's all natural~!

Grabbing my bag, I left the room with the intentions of talking to a certain redhead.

Naminé:

Hearing the sound of the door closed, I immediately began rebuilding the little to no confidence I had left in me. I decided to not go all out, only putting on my skirt and blouse with grey, ankle-high winter boots. I braided my hair into two pigtails and didn't bother to use any makeup. I had just finished brushing my teeth and washing my face when the door opened. I was greeted with a very annoyed Kairi.

"Oh, you've finally decided to show up," I chimed in with a smile as I dabbed my face with a white fluffy towel. "How was the party?"

"Explain yourself. NOW." she ignored my greeting, obviously annoyed.

"What do you mean, Kai—?"

"You know exactly what I mean! I saw Roxas coming out of our room putting his clothes on. You wanna tell me what he was doing here in the first place?"

I involuntarily frowned at the sound of his name. "None of your business, Kairi," I answered, picking up my messenger bag, which was filled with my supplies.

"Oh really? None of my fucking business, huh?" She sounded genuinely irate, now.

"Yup." Her accusations were really starting to get on my nerves.

"I see... You know, what ever it is that you're doing with him, you should stop it. He's not the type of guy you should be doing... Stuff with. He's not—"

"Who said I was doing anything with him?" I yelled at her.

"Naminé, I'm only trying to protect you," she said, sincerely frustrated. "Roxas isn't safe to be around when he's—"

"Protect me? Protect me? Listen to what you're saying to me, Kairi! Roxas has no interest for the likes of me! You need to get your facts straight before you come in here like you own the damn place, bitching at me for things I never did. You never told me where you went last night, I had to hear it from Roxas, fucking Roxas! He told me where you were! If it weren't for him, I probably would have spent the night all alone in this room! You know what? You should really stop and think about your friends before you act like you actually do care! I hope you have an awesome first day," I spat at her, before storming out of the room.

As I stalked down the hall, I never heard rushing footsteps in hopes of redemption.

Good...

I walked through the hallway, down the stairs, exiting the dormitory building.

The courtyard was packed with socializing students. I was clutching my head at the unbearable conundrum of thoughts hissing and echoing. My sour mood made me all the more irate, intensifying my anger to its maximum limit.

I was fine with having a few people's thoughts swirling in my mind, but having hundreds to thousands of students thinking all at once was like me being hit by a freight truck.

It was an immense mental pain I think no one would ever want to go through, and this was one of the very few setbacks to my abilities.

I usually avoided attending public events like concerts and fairs or family vacations like at hotels and resorts for this main reason. But school couldn't be avoided in any matter at all. Anyone within a one-mile radius would have their thoughts involuntarily violated without it being noticed.

And there were hordes of strangers within this one mile...

I was just ready to scream and punch the stranger next to me out of annoyance for thinking about irrelevant things when an obnoxious bell screeched throughout the mountains, causing a shift in the concert-sized crowd of students. Then, they started to move in different directions like a current, pushing me aside and pulling them with me. If I didn't move, I would've possibly been trampled from the immense force of the throng of people.

I sighed inwardly from the mental relief, the volume of thoughts were kept at a tractable level. I was able to focus on trekking to my first class. When I entered the classroom, there were only a few students scattered here and there, taking out pens, pencils, and notebooks. I found a comfortable, strategic seat in the middle of the first row, right beside the wall and window. This seat was able to obscure me from the teacher if they were seated in their own desk or standing up for a lecture. Another benefit for having a window seat gave you the possibility of having the sunlight keep you warm if the class room was a bit drafty.

The students began pouring in only a few minutes after the second bell, some faces were familiar. I caught Sora's smile and frantic wave, only to be smacked upside the head by his broody counterpart. Xion smiled shyly in my direction, making me smile until she walked past me and seated herself next to a boy with silver hair and piercing teal eyes, beginning to chat amiably with him, and I'm not ashamed to admit that he was hot!

Good for you, Xion. You've done well.

I returned my sight to the outside world, with the window as my vision to the amazingly flat platform this school was built upon. This particular mountain extended behind the administration and student affairs building, which might have deemed its importance from the other mountains scattered nearby. This rising earth seemed to have continued higher and higher, penetrating the clouds and the heavens far above, the unknown heights adding mystery to its beauty, as well.

I heard the desk in front of mine squeak with protest from the sudden weight that was being applied to it, paying it no mind as I kept my eyes directed to the mountainous terrain surrounding this academy. My observant eyes widened at the mysterious ancient building, hypothetically built from the mountainside, seeing as the masonry of the building and the stone of the monstrous land form were identical. There was something off about the building. Its odd position and ghostly stature gnawed at my curiosity fervently, causing my foot to tap incredibly fast. It's just something about the unknown that always attracts me.

"Is Ms. Soto present? Last call for Ms. Soto!"

I looked up to see the teacher standing at the front of the room, holding a clipboard. His layered locks were a faded rose, his bangs slightly covering his confused, but inquiring, azure eyes. His pink dress shirt was tucked into his black slacks.

I felt my face warming from embarrassment when I meekly assured him of my presence with a slight raise of my hand. The teacher's eyes darted in my direction, giving me a smile. I couldn't tell why his smile was so... Unnerving. I was actually intimidated by this man, even if his stature was a bit— what you would say— Womanly?

He was like an incubus, alluring and seductive yet threateningly deadly to one's well-being.

"M-My apologies- I must've dazed off," I giggled out nervously, my eyes never leaving my desk. His ominous stare became all the more calculating.

"It's alright, Naminé," my name rolled off his tongue in a thoughtful way. "Just don't slip up in my class. You wouldn't want to receive punishment, now would you?"

The rest of the class seemed oblivious to his undertone, but I caught it all. His hidden meanings ran a chill up my spine. After a first impression, I was truly convinced he knew me beyond well for a teacher who just met me.

"Alright... Now, I'll be handing out your syllabus for this class. You must sign and return this to me by the end of the week. You'll have free days up until Thursday, that's when we'll start our curriculum, understood?"

There were a few mumbles and nods around the room before my classmates began to socialize with each other, but I could still feel a few eyes linger on me out of their own curiosity.

I returned a soft glare that gave them the idea that I didn't want to be bothered before rummaging through my bag, pulling out my black sketchbook and settling it on a clean page. I began to draw, not noticing the inquisitive eyes looking intently at my developing work. It was the castle from my dream. I drew the vile insignia that was on its front, finishing the sketch of the castle for now. I decided to finish drawing the rest later, taking out my log book and writing today's date and describing the foreboding event to come.

As I emphasized the words in neat cursive calligraphy, I barely heard the breath hitching in the throat of the person in front of me.

I instinctively snapped my head up to meet striking, familiar eyes, staring intently at my sketchbook, and blonde frosty top hair.

"Ack!" I cried, jumping in my seat. How did I not know he was here? Or forget about the fact that he was in every one of my classes?

"You draw exceptionally well," he complimented after I recovered from my momentary lapse. "Do you know what that is?"

His eyes never left the drawing in front of us.

"No, I've only seen it once before I moved to Twilight Town," I lied. "You know, its name escapes me. Do you mind telling me about it— I-if you're willing to?"

He continued staring at my drawing as if he was searching for any means of support before he began.

"No one knows about its origins or its true name. They just call it like they call the land surrounding it: Hollow Bastion. It's located far past the outskirts of Radiant Garden. Most people think it's an abomination to beauty. Some even connect it to the birth of witchcraft and the birthplace and home of demonic deities due to the sightings of dark creatures with the identical emblem that terrorize the hearts of the worlds. It's truly an abhorred place to the eyes of most..."

I returned my eyes to the open sketch, looking at the castle once more, but in a new light. It stood proud in its grandeur. However, its essence made it seem shy of the worlds beyond. It cried out in a desperate silence, yearning to be wistfully inspiring and beautiful. The waterfalls that cascaded near its base appeared to be as frozen and cold as the crystalline structures that were erected and surrounding the castle.

Now that I think about it, the castle was truly (and inexplicabley) familiar...

"It's haunting," I spoke slowly. "Hauntingly beautiful in my eyes. I've never seen something so... So—"

"—Clairvoyant?" He stole the words right from my lips, surprising me to say in the least.

I gave him a small smile. "Yes, that's the word."

He returned my facial expression with one of his own.

"At least someone in these worlds thinks the same, as well."

I could hear his whispering thoughts buzzing in the back of my head like a mosquito would hiss its disgusting lies into your ear. I tried with great effort to swat away his voice, but it was proven futile when its volume was growing all the more, settling in a new home within my mind and persevering to be heard as much as Hollow Bastion wanted to be admired.

"U-Um," I trailed off, my eyes veering to the side. I was nervous in what he was thinking about. I tried my best to ignore his twiddling thoughts, finding it close to impossible. Then, I spotted Sora and Vanitas sitting on top of the desks next to Xion and Mr. Hottie McSilver, elated with the ideal escape I had concocted. "Will you excuse me? I have to... Uh, talk to Van!"

The last thing I saw was Roxas's smile turning upside down before I quickly bagged my things, scurrying over to the amber-eyed teen.

"Hey, Van! Sorry for interrupting, Sora, Xion, and..."

"It's Riku," Hottie McSilver said, and I should say his voice was smoother than any other velvet I've ever felt. "You must be Naminé. Kairi wouldn't stop talking my ear off about you ever since last week. It's nice to finally meet you in person."

I blushed shyly from all of the possible (as in, possibly flattering) things Kairi must have told him, or it must've been his stunning smile. I inwardly praised Xion all the more for her stunning catch.

"The feeling's mutual. So, back to the topic at hand, I'm sorry for interrupting your conversation, but I really need to talk to Van and Xion, if I may? It's extremely urgent..." I held out a hand to help Xion up from her chair, beckoning Vanitas to follow afterward.

"Oh, oh! Can I come?" Sora asked rather childishly, waving his raised hand.

I stared at him before I nodded, leading the trio to one of the corners of the classroom. I huddled them closely, so no one would be able to eavesdrop on such classified info, their eyes watching me intently.

"Xion, before I say anything, please tell me that you've had any visions in the past week."

"Nope, can't say that I have..."

"Alright... Now, is it true that my Sight really differs from your's?"

"Naminé, we've already had this discussion and tested out our theories. The futures that I see are alternate, so it's possible to change them, while your Sight shows you the inevitable. What is the meaning of this?"

"I... I just needed to know. That's all," I whimpered out, my fears threatening to show themselves. "I-Is it wrong to be a little curious?"

The trio stared at me in their own curiosity, silently lingering their thoughts on my strange actions.

"Okay, so, why'd you call me here?" Van asked suspiciously.

"O-Oh! Uh..."

I'm sorry, but I did not plan this out...

Quick, Nami, think of something!

"You wanna go out sometime?" I blurted out sporadically, blushing deeply when I realized what I said.

"WHAT?" Xion and Sora had been blown away from the force of their own disbelief.

Van was truly shocked at first until his eyes narrowed skeptically.

"Oh, so now, you've suddenly become infatuated with me and want to go on a date?"

"Y-Yeah, basically."

"Any motives involved?"

Crap, crap, crap... CRAP!

"Well," I trailed off, twiddling with the hem of my skirt, my face firetruck red. "I-I l-like you. When I first saw you, I thought you were attractive. The only reason why I punched you was because I was overwhelmed by your flattering..."

Half a shameful truth, half a convincing lie. That makes it believable, right?

... Right?

"R-Really? When?"

Wow, my act must've been pretty convincing if he was blushing.

"Does this Friday sound good? We can do whatever you like..."

OH GOD! Am I really going through with this?

"I'll pick you up. Just be ready by nine, okay? Oh, and don't wear anything too formal," He stuttered.

Apparently, I am...

Sora's jaw reached the floor, spectating how his brother wasn't functioning normally at all.

The bell had rung its obnoxious tune once again, causing the students to quickly pour out of the room. I was the few people to leave last, though, moving sluggishly onward to my next class with Sora, who chatted my ear away excitedly with his senseless rambles.

Roxas:

My next class was Chemistry, and I should say that I am a certified genius in that department. When I entered the room, I nearly fainted when I saw my teacher, who was writing on the chalkboard in neat handwriting.

Vexen...

It's understandable that he has the capabilities to be a Chemist, with all the time he spends tinkering with potions and other chemical compounds in his lab, but just seeing him out of Oblivion was difficult to register. I remember the first time I had met him, and that was when I had regained consciousness to see my body strapped down to a gurney while he planned to explore my body and heal my serious injuries.

I could feel myself involuntarily shudder from the experience.

The first thing I learned about him when he got to know me oh so well:

HE IS ONE SADISTIC MOTHER FU—

My eyes wandered quickly to escape the terrible memory, landing on a certain female of my interest sitting in front of Sora near the window like in our last class. She was burning holes into her sketchpad with a pout threatening to appear while she ignored the chattering brunette. I found it adorable.

"I wouldn't be surprised if you started a fire with the way you keep looking at that book of your's," I said when I was close enough for her to hear me.

She smiled, unexpectedly cheerful. "Oh, hey!"

Her smile made me feel sick... In a good way.

"M-Mind if I sit here? You know, if that's, uh, okay with you..."

God, I'm a stuttering mess! BRO, you are Roxas Hikari Shinra! Grow a pair or kill yourself!

She chuckled, answering me with another question. "Why do you need to ask for my permission to sit if you can sit where ever you want?"

"R-Right..." Yeah, smooth, Roxas, real smooth.

I sat next to her, blowing the hair put of my eyes as I leaned back. It wasn't even lunch hour, and school was already being a drag!

"Hey Roxas?"

I perked up instantly at her voice, mentally slapping myself at how quickly I responded to her.

"Do you know anything about that building? Y'know, the one right there?" Her dainty hand pressed against the window, which seemed like she had her hands on the tower from this angle.

Suddenly, the memories were flooding my sight, making me remember the sinful deeds I had committed... And how that tower had saved me from Death's welcoming arms that faithful night.

"I'd rather not... Talk about it..."

She stared into my eyes with a new-found curiosity burning in her unique opaque ones. Suddenly, my head started to throb in immense pain, making me shut my eyes tight.

Then, an irritating, high-pitched screech flooded my ears, making me flinch as it continued to fill the room, rendering all the students silent.

The unnerving sounds came from Vexen's fingers clawing at the chalkboard.

"Now that I have your attention," Vexen sneered. "You'll be summarizing all of chapter one from your textbooks. I expect you to finish the assignment by the end of class and to leave it on my desk."

The students began to groan with protest and dissent until he gave us all a chilling glare.

"Fine, make it chapters one and two."

No one in the class uttered even the smallest sound; the only thing that could be heard was the ruffling of textbook pages and the sounds of pencils scribbling hurriedly for the rest of the class period.

I reluctantly retrieved the classroom textbook from the metal basket below my desk and began my work, determined to finish before I had no time left.

Naminé:

My incessant urge to fill the far from completed sketch with more details was aching and growing, blossoming into a flower with a severe need to be attended to. It was a shame that I had to neglect this urge to do that creepy chemist's classwork.

When that hell was over, I was already seated in my assigned seat for my next class, still massaging my cramped hand from writing so much. Fortunately, Roxas's assigned seat was as far way from mine as it could possibly be, giving me some mental relief. The room was a bit freezing, making me whimper for what I really needed to warm me up.

Aw, goodbye window seat. I hope we meet again...

Then, I began mulling my thoughts over the boy with spiky hair.

No, not Roxas, if that's what you were thinking.

Vanitas.

I was still in denial from what had actually happened this morning. To think that I'm going to go out with that womanizing pessimist this weekend!

Oh God.

Someone's losing their virginity this Friday night... And believe me, it's not going to be a love desperado teen attending the prom with her date.

"Ugh," I ground out, my forehead making impact with the desk.

Suddenly, orgasmic chuckles flooded my sense of hearing, making my mind go haywire.

"You alright, there? Or am I really a bother to you?" I turned my head to the side, opening my eyes to see Mr. Hottie McSil— Ah, I mean, Riku.

"Y-YES! Wait, NO—! I mean, urgheabkabe! I'm alright! Why would you ask? Eheheheh..."

I could feel it. My face, it's burning! AH!

He gave me an odd stare before sitting himself behind me.

"Well, aren't you a delightful ray of sunshine." I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or amazingly poetic.

Damn hot people and there confusing context!

"Oh, you have no idea," I muttered, rubbing my temples from the post-traumatic stress of hot dude overload. "So, what brings you here?" I inquired.

"Uh, this is my class?"

Oh, yeah...

"Sorry, I'm just... I have a lot on my mind," I blew out as an exasperated sigh.

"Yeah, who would have thought the pretty new girl would have the hots for a player like Vanitas? Tsk tsk, you girls and your preferences. You're all the same."

My jaw dropped as he gave me a snide grin.

Wait, did he just call me pretty?

"You—!"

"Sora's mouth is as loud as his grins are cheesy," Riku mused, chuckling when my head collided with the desk again. Anymore of that, and I'll probably get a concussion.

The teacher finally arrived, hustling himself into the classroom. Oh my...

"I apologize for my tardiness. I thought I was going to expect that from my students, instead," he chuckled lamely.

No fucking way... It couldn't be!

I ran up to him and jumped him, shrieking excitedly.

Now, I know what you're probably thinking. Oh mai gawd, Nami, why would you attack a defenseless, unsuspecting teacher~?

Why?

No, I don't have weird male teacher fetishes. That would be creepy.

No, he wasn't delightfully attractive like some of the teachers at this academy, even though he had obtained the attention of most of the girls in my class.

The reason why is because my teacher is...

Wait for it.

My teacher bumped into the wall behind us, caught off guard from the sudden intrusion of his personal space.

"ZEXION! HOLY SHIT, ZEXION!" I smothered the slightly taller man, his steel blue eyes widening from behind his glasses.

"Ms. Soto, it would be greatly appreciated if you refrain from your childish behavior while in this learning environment," he stated calmly while pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

I felt my face radiate with warmth as I heard the class burst into a laughing fit, relenting my hold on him, but then, everyone became silent when he was the one to pull me back into a tight embrace.

"I've missed you terribly," he whispered in my ear before pulling himself away. "Now, Ms. Soto, I'm afraid I'll have to give a detention."

My eyes widened from disbelief as he smirked cruelly at me.

"WHAT? But Zexy—!"

"My name is not Zexy. It is Zexion, but you also have to refrain from showing any friendly interactions between you and I within these four walls, as well. So, therefore, you shall be calling me Mr. Saito from now on."

Zexion Saito. He is the brother I wish I also had. His hair was the unusual color of his eyes, and it was always covering part of his face. Zexion is straightforward and formal with his words(Yeah, mhm, he's totally oldschool!), and he's a complete bookworm. He would always have his nose in a book anywhere, even in the most randomest of times. He could be riding a flying unicorn into space and still have The Quantum Theories of Physics stuck to his face! Even though he's an old fashioned kind of mellow fellow, he is an expert on computers and other technologies.

But what made him unique as a good looking nerd was that he was, and still is, gay. Like, he's one of those closeted boy-lovers. Zexion once told me that he wasn't afraid to admit that he was rooting for the same team, but he never stood up to his word, and I find that amusing. What also made him different was that he was hopelessly in love with my brother. I remember when he would always barge into my room, asking me for advice on how to win my brother's affections, back on the islands, before they went to this exact academy and had become "kiss my ass, I'm famous" famous.

How? Well, it's quite simple. They were two of the most important members of the band, Melodious Nocturne. Cool, huh?

"You're no fun at all, Mr. Saito."

"Would you like to make that two detentions?"

I pouted as I huffed out,"No," and returned to my seat.

I was poked from behind, making me turn around to see a curious Riku.

"Is he your boyfriend, or something?" He tried to hold in his laughter.

"Uh," I sweat dropped from the irony of his words. "Not exactly..."

"Riku Harada, detention after school. Naminé, my dear, you should really pay attention."

"Hey, didn't you just tell me—!"

"As a teacher, I have my own privileges and pleasures, Ms. Naminé," he snickered, giving me his shit-faced smirk.

I decided to shut up and actually do as I was told. It was best to avoid your mistakes than repeat them frequently. Besides, I already had one detention, and on the first day, too! I wouldn't want another.

My next three classes went by pretty quickly than I had anticipated, making me hopelessly wander into the lunchroom without knowing it. I spotted Roxas, Xion, and Axel sitting together at one table, and Sora, Kairi, and Riku sitting in their own separate table next to them. Vanitas, Ventus, Aqua, and Terra were sitting in their own table, as well, laughing over something that must have made Vanitas blush. Then, I saw Olette, Pence, and Hayner huddled together. It was like everyone had their own small group of friends within our large group of friends.

I smiled at Olette as she beckoned me over. When I sat down next to her, I felt like I didn't belong there.

"Oh, my goodness, thank God you're here," she breathed out. "These two nimrods keep arguing over who can beat who in Marvel vs. Capcom 3. It's driving me insane!"

As if to prove her point Hayner yelled out, "No, Wesker and I will totally own Thor and your ass any day!"

"Oh yeah? You wanna bet on that?" Pence threatened.

"Wow, you must have it rough," I giggled. "Maybe you should—"

Olette was suddenly pulled away from her seat by Hayner, blushing a deep red if anything.

"Come on Olette, let's go. It looks like Pence isn't such a good sport, after all," he said snidely, dragging her away.

"B-But Hayner!"

"Fine then, see if I care," Pence yelled at them before storming off, leaving me all by my lonesome.

I sighed, retrieving my things and exiting the building to a certain Ice Cream Parlor that was dying to have me for company.

As I sat at a table near the window, I couldn't help how left out I felt just moments before. I looked like a complete idiot, sitting in here alone. I didn't even buy anything!

"What's a pretty thing like you sitting here all alone? Shouldn't you be with your friends?"

I chinned up to see a boy with blonde shaggy hair hidden under a black beanie. He seemed to have no respect for the dress code. He had two paper-wrapped ice cream bars in his hands, giving me a curious stare.

Great, even complete strangers knew how much of a loser I was!

"Y-Yeah, but they seemed like they're having a swell time without me," I mumbled shamefully. "Might as well leave them be, right?"

"Well, that's not a good thing to say. I'm sure they care about you deeply," he opinionated, handing me one of the ice cream bars. "Here, you look hungry."

I thanked him and took the frozen treat gratefully, unraveling the bar from its papery cocoon.

"So, are you always by yourself like this?" he asked sincerely, taking the seat in front of me.

I nodded. "I guess. I've only been in this town for two months now. I'm still trying to adjust to the move and stuff."

"Ah... Oh, where's my chivalry?" He exclaimed. "The name's Seifer." He shoved a callused hand in front me.

"Naminé," I simply said, shaking his hand tentatively.

"Oh, you're that girl in my fourth period! Honestly, it's nice to see a new face around here," He took a glance at his watch and stood abruptly. "Sorry, but I got a place to be and people to see. The ice cream's on me. See ya 'round, pretty thing."

"Okay," I called out, waving. "Good bye!"

The ice cream I was given was long gone. I was left alone once more, sighing, and impatiently waiting for th lunch hour to end, so I can move on to my next and last class.

When school had ended, my bag was impregnated with the boatload of homework and the textbooks I was given. Sitting on my bed, I finished the remaining homework for my last subject, disappointed at how slowly it was taking for the day to end.

Olette was lying flat on her stomach on the top bunk, reading a manga of some sort while Xion was sitting cross-legged on the bottom bunk, asking me about a question on our math homework. Kairi had her back facing me as she painted her nails, still not in the mood to apologize.

Well...

It was so quiet and boring. I thought the silence was going to hurl me into the deepest, darkest abyss of insanity if no one decided to speak up.

With a frustrated sigh, I slammed my textbook shut and threw it on the floor.

"This bites! We should be doing something fun," I cried out. "I don't know about you, but our lives our in a desperate need for some excitement!"

"Seriously," Olette whined, tossing her book to the side. "I reread the same line on this page five times, already!"

"And I'm still confused about number 38," Xion added.

As if on cue, we all turned to look at the use-to-be bubbly redhead.

"Well?" She ignored my stare and shrugged at the other two girls.

"How 'bout some shopping? I could really use a wardrobe change."

"Oh my gosh, yes! There's this new manga series I wanna check out at the bookstore in the shopping district," Olette swooned at the thought of holding the first book in her hands.

"And I also need a new outfit for my date on Friday..."

No matter how much effort Kairi was putting into ignoring my existence, she couldn't help but ask, "With whom, exactly?"

Xion started giggling uncontrollably when my face turned red, recalling the embarrassing situation from this morning.

Knowing Kairi, she would explode if I told her that I was going on a date with Vanitas. Judging from our little argument, she would make this a bigger deal than me sleeping with Roxas, which I never did, mind you.

I didn't give my conscience a fighting chance when I blurted out, "With Roxas, of course."

Kairi gave me a skeptical stare while Xion continued to laugh even louder than before. Olette, on the other hand, began to squeal and swoon.

"Aw! You should totally let me help you pick out your outfit! I know what Roxas likes best on a girl!"

"I bet you it's nothing," Kairi mumbled spitefully, putting on her sandals and grabbing her car keys. "Come on, I'm driving."

We all obediently filed out of the room, heading to the student garage.

I wonder how many lies I can be able to keep up with this school year...

More importantly, for how long?

OH MY GOODNESS! I FINALLY FINISHED THIS CHAPTER AFTER WEEKS OF UNCERTAINTY! Like seriously, I thought I would never finish this chapter. I kept adding and subtracting events from this chapter 50 bihgillion times a day. Ugh, it was terrible! D:

But I finally finished! xD

So, did you cry at the beginning? We all know I did! Ugh I managed to cry a second time from reading it again. What can I say? I'm a soft-shelled type of person.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Seifer, what are you scheming? :o I mean, Seifer's not an all around nice guy, so he must have something under his invisible sleeve. xD

LMFAOOOOO! I made Zexion a teacher! An awesome, sexy techer... xD

No, our little Nami doesn't like Riku. She just thinks he's super HOT! I think so, too... .

BUT! I think there will be a certain love triangle going on! Lol, I think it's kind of an odd one, but hey.

They call it a fanfiction for a reason!

Well, tata my lovely readers! If I stay on too long, I might have to deal with my legs becoming severey burned by my laptop...

Eh, a problem that can be solved, so whatevers. :p

Goodnight! Because I'm really sleepy... ~.~