Authors Note:

Bara: Ok well here is the long waited next chapter. Sorry it took so long, but it's a longer chapter . Can you please forgive me T_T I feel bad for making yall wait …. BUT here it is ummm. We Do have a few new storys in the works …. Kurai is making her own…and the one that was supposed to be for V-day. BUT this one comes first soooo! Don't Worry…. We also got hit hard at College with a few essays and I think I might put it up but fix it a bit to make it FF acceptable.

Kurai: Please comment on our story.

Bara: Or…ummmm Sora will ummm never meet Riku until chapter 6 and I will make you wait. As Riku goes out with Kari!

Disclaimers: We don't own KH, plans still have fallen threw DAMN XD ok well this Chapter does have a song in it that is NOT OUR's by Breath Carolina. And ummm still not hot butt sex but I WILL if you do review at least 5 reviews or I'll settle with 3, make Sora and Riku kiss!

~~~~~~~~~~ *Splat* Oh this means dream (DUH)

The sound of the ocean and the familiarity of everything was tantalizing as I walked down the beach, just as I have done for years now. Warm sand in-between my toes set my senses on high alert. Nothing was different; the sun still beating down on my skin like it always had, and the waves moving against the shore in its own gentle song. Everything was in its place, calm and peaceful. I found myself walking further and further down the island and across a relatively wide bridge. A small tree that was warped just perfect enough to sit on was calling my name, literally. At first I thought I was nuts, but continued to walk over closer to the tree, just as the earth began to shake. Wait, shake? What's going on? Faster than I could think, I was yelling and falling into the ocean. I found myself fighting off a very giant and persistent octopus! Ok, this was getting weird, and quickly. Until...

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Yep, that's right. My mom, with great pleasure I presume, dumped a very cold bucket of ice water onto me and my makeshift "bed." But not just plain old out-of-the-faucet water that was cold. She dared to have the balls to put ice cubes in it. "MOM! What was that for? And was the ice really necessary?" A violent shudder went through me as I got out of my sleeping-bag bed, grogginess still apparent in my eyes and my hair very wet and flat. Now will my hair stay that way? I bet you a bizzion dollars that in a matter of 5... 4... 3... 2... 1 *poof* One spike of my hair popped out. Curse you dad and your spiky hair. But I've got to admit, I would look rather peculiar with flat hair. After my ranting, I turned to glare at my mother again, who was standing in a victorious stance with her fist on her hips and the bucket under one of her arms.

"Sora, go get dressed now! And next time get up on your own. Then maybe I wouldn't have to pour ice water on you!" As her lecture trailed off, she had gone into the hall closet to get some towel to soak up the water that was now seeping into the carpet of my bedroom floor. Hah, revenge was sweet.

I did actually want to get up in a way, just so later I could go over and see that house again for real. And that silver hair... or what I decided in my sleep-striken state was hair. I almost got lost in a day dream, wondering who it was and why they had such an odd color for hair. Brilliant, vibrant even, like the scales on the fish I used to watch swim around near the shore on the island. There I go again, off on a tangant... I rummaged through the boxes that were in my room to find something light and basic to wear. I was not going to flash off to the world or the school a person that I was not, just by the way I dressed. Also, if I was going to sit in a classroom for hours on end taking a test I, was not going to pick something that was uncomfortable. I was going to wear black sweats and a plan soft-red T-shirt. Simple, yet functional.

My little kitten bladder told me that I had to go pee, and now! I rushed my way to the bathroom, doing my usual after-I-wake-up potty dance. My mother knew this dance far too well and paid me no mind when she saw me racing faster than a horse to go to the bathroom. Demyx, on the other hand, gave me the oddest look as I passed him near the kitchen doorway. Now this could bring up a valid question: how, might you ask, did we go pee living in a tent? Here is my simple answer to that dilemma: have you never heard of public restroom? We did live in the 21st century...

I felt a sense of relief after I finished and washed my hands with what smelled like a citric soap. I hadn't looked at the bathroom much before, but now I realized that it was 1,000 times better than any public restroom! It had the little touches of home, like pictures of the landscape on the wall, a simple mirror-medicine cabinet, the shower was a tinted glass walk-in door, and different colored towels draped over silver towel racks. I took what I knew to have been my tooth brush, because oddly enough it had my name on it, and began my morning ritual. Refer back to my statement about public restrooms, that conveniently did have showers since it was a public beach. They had to make it look more acceptable for the rich folk to wash the sand off their bodies before going back to their 10,000 dollar a weak vacation homes. They always think they're better than the rest of the world, because they have money to spare.

"Sora! It's time to eat breakfast! DemDem made omelets and home fries!" Those were the magic words to change me from being irritated at the world's rich population to a starving child. Pleased with the luxurious smells coming from the kitchen, I mentally agreed to hurry it up and out of the bathroom. As I trotted into the kitchen, I realized that everything was going to taste a bit off since I had just brushed my teath, but oh well. None of the mattered right now. It was home fries baby!

Three plates had been laid out on the island-counter that was in the kitchen, with the patio door right beside it. We all managed to get out everything for, what seemed to me, was a feast for 10 hungry men, and I was just the person to take on such a challenge. The aroma alone was amazing; I would have never guessed this guy was a pediatrician with the way everything smelled and looked. I could see Demyx's grin clearly as I took my first bite, knowing very well that I had nearly died and gone to heaven when the food hit my tongue. Now, not to make my mother feel inferior or anything, but compared to this, her food wasn't even good enough for the pigeons in the big cities. This delicious breakfast could easily surpass 5 stars at any famous restaurant. I found that my plate was empty just as quickly as it had been filled, and my OJ half full, because I'm a half full kind of guy. I took that moment to notice the time on the clock above the stove. Sighing, I grudgingly got up and put my dishes in the sink.

"I guess I have to be heading out now, but Demix, that ROCKED!" Shining my teeth in the most dazzling and appreciative smile I could, I could hear him laughing in delight at the complement.

"Well Sora, I'm very glad you liked it! It seems that Kaori likes it as well." At the mention of her name, my mom stopped mid-bite from shoveling her face with food. I must say, seeing my mom's face turn three different shades of red in one sitting was rather enjoyable. She looked down shyly at her plate, the shot her head up in my direction with a giant grin on her still pink-tinted face.

"Alright Sora, have fun and don't get in trouble with your smart ass remarks ok?" I gave her a 'duh, of course I'll behave' look and smirked.

"Hey, what more do you want? I'm up and dressed, so what more can you ask from me when it's like 7 in the bloody morning?" At the evil look she cast my way, I quickly changed my tune for fear of getting the same treatment I got today tomorrow morning. "I'll try, mother!" I walked out the door to start the first day of school as the sun shone just as brightly as it had in my dream.

RIku's P.O.V.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The beating sound of techno, with a strong pounding of guitar cords in different intervals. The sound alone made we want to go to the club.

i swear to god i won't stop until your shakin

-trust me baby you know i want you to-

and let me slide into you please baby

-and if you're screamin, than i'm screamin too-

if you want it let me bring it, let me sneak into your house tonight

I was already up before the alarm went off. It felt like it was never ending; a sleepless night of tossing and turning, with music playing in the background it ease my troubled mind. I found myself, more often than not, staring at the walls covered in my art, posters, magazine clippings, and anything that inspired me. I felt pathetic for living a double life, everyone always knew me as this sullen, laid back guy. Someone people wanted to be around because to them I was a mystery. Everything was not laid out on the table with me. My story was untold, no rumors, no questions. But every girl and even some guys wanted to break that façade and see what made me tick. Too bad for them it was never going to happen.

My father, or should I say one of my fathers, then took that moment of solitude away when I heard the crackling sound of the intercom come on from overhead. The distorted sound of Saix calling my name: "Riku, please make yourself ready for school. You have 10 minutes. Also, don't forget we're having company tonight. Please be back home as soon as possible to help get everything set up."

Oh yeah, I forgot that we just got "new" neighbors. Well, Demyx isn't new, but I think my father said he just got engaged to this woman he met a while ago. That's all they know. It did seem odd that she just moved in out of the blue, but hey, to each his own right?

Finally up and out of bed, I walked over to my closet to see that it was a mess, per usual. Sheesh, guess I really do need to clean. Sighing, I grabbed one of my favorite dress shirts; it was simple silk long-sleeve black top. I decided to match it with a simple silver tie and whitish-gray skinny jeans.

I grabbed my book bag on the way out of the pool house, which doubled as my bedroom. The parents had given me the privilege of having my own "apartment," as they first called it. I know that it was because they got sick of my music being played to loud at night. I can't say I mind it at all; the sight from the glass doors was truly amazing at night. With the stars sparking in the pool water, I feel almost more connected to the world.

My house was very well maintained, thanks to my other father's obsession of showing off to the world. Yet, he couldn't be bothered to upgrade my car to something not so beat up. But no, that must be too much to ask for these days. Parked on the side of the road was a 2000 Silverado. "God what a p.o.s. Well, I guess I better hit it at 60mph to make in to school on time..." A deep sigh escaped my lips. Praying that I did not forget anything, I shifted the protesting truck into gear, making a very speedy and probably illegal getaway to school.

I can say that our school was "normal," but it was far from it. Every grade had its own building, and there we 4 buildings in total. But that wasn't all. The biggest building on the school ground was the athletics. This consisted of 2 indoor pools and one outdoor pool, 4 tennis courts, an ice skating rink, and of course a foot ball field. For a public school that was high class. We also have the third largest theater stage in the states' district. How I knew any of this, well, I'm the first person people meet when they go check out the school. It may be pubic school and all, but many people pay their kids' way in from different towns. So I'm their "tour guide." I tell them the ins and outs of the school, trying to sell the place in a way. And today I'm...

"Riku! You're late!" The principle of the school bellowed as I entered the main office building. "You just missed the newcomer in town. I sent him off with your friend Axel." I mumbled the simple "Oh I'm so sorry it will never happen again" thing and was off on my way, not caring that I had ditched the new kid in the least. To me, every new face just seemed to blend in with the rest. No one here was truly unique, except for a few. My friends such as Axel, the crazy pyro maniac that set his bathtub on fire when he was just 3 years old, and Leon who's now a senior and has many problems in his life, but currently trying to get with my English teacher Cloud. But that's a whole other story right there. Then there's Yuffie who is very young, about 15, and thinks that she is the next ninja assassin, but she's to flamboyantly happy all the time that it's impossible to take her seriously. Then we have Kari and Selphie who are never seen apart from one another, both "yaoi" fan girls, whatever that may be, and a few other people. I mean, we're a small group, but one that sticks together.

"Riku, Earth to Riku?" I had to blink a few times to register that I was still hanging out in the hallway. I looked up at the principle, who had come up next to me again.

"Huh? Oh yeah, right, go to class." The look the shorter balding man gave me could be perceived as nothing less than irritation.

"That's right, Riku Sotaro, now hurry along. You're 10 minutes late! I'll bet Cloud is not going to be pleased."

Sora's P.O.V.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The walk to school was a lot longer than they said it would be. I noticed that my feet started to ache, it was about 2-4 miles to get to school. And they said it was just down the road! I bet they just wanted me to be late for my first day, that's it. But I guess it was good that I left at the time that I did. The walk was nice, though there were a lot of different houses and a park that I had to pass to get to the right building. It felt like this school just never ended. Lets see, this had to be like, the fourth building I have passed so far.

"Are you Soura, by any chance?" In a bad attempt at saying my name, I turned around to come face-to-face with someone that had bright-ass red hair which was spikey, but not in a gravity-defying way like mine. I say it was more sleeked back, but also spikey. Surprising to say, but it actually suited him. The gray tear drop tattoos under his eyes on the other hand, I questioned a bit. His eyes were amazing green though. Oh great, looking at him like this for so long made my face start to turn a little pink. I think he had to be one of the most attractive guys I had seen in a long time.

I almost stumbled to say something basic as 'Yes I'm Sora.' "I'm Sora, Sora Mizuki. May I ask the name of whom I'm talking to?" Trying to sound formal was just not my thing, and it sounded a little bit funny when I replayed it back in my head. I just didn't want to make a bad impression on my first day, you know? But I made sure to clearly articulate how my name is pronounced.

"Well SORA, my name is Axel. A-X-E-L, got it memorized? I believe you're lost, but that you're also in luck. I'm one of the two tour guides for this place. Ain't you glad that I saw you wandering around outside?"

With a sense of relief, I was happy to know that I was no longer lost. Going around this building for the tenth time was getting pretty old. "Axel, then. Can you please direct me to... Umm, hold on a moment." I felt a little awkward as I took out a piece of paper my mother had given me before I had left the house completely. They were all my registration forms. "Okay Axel, so where do I find testing room 4?"

He did not even respond, but instead offered me a simple flick of the wrist and a nod to follow him. Mind you, we began heading into a completely different area than the one we were was just in, meaning I had wandered in the same area for no reason. We passed a few buildings that I'd seen a few times before, but the one we stopped at was a white house that I swear was not there the last time I was doing circles around myself. I have to admit though, the school looked huge. Not exactly what I would have pictured a public school to look like. We entered the white house building to meet the receptionist. Axel walked up and gave the lady my name and papers, all the while I stayed behind him, showing my true shy side. I think I saw her name tag say "Aerith," or something odd like that. Her hair was brown and tied back in a braid, and she was in a simple pink dress that seemed to go down to her mid-calf, along with a pair of brown work boots. About a minute or two passed by after she took my name and went out back, Axel explaining that she needed to file it into the registry or something. I wasn't quite sure; this whole experience has been a big fog up until now. Though I snapped back to reality as I heard my name being called by the receptionist that had just left us.

"Ok Sora, they're all ready for you." Wait, did she just say 'they,' like plural? Like more than just one person? Crap, I've never taken a standardized test before in my life! Shit, shit, shit! Ok Sora, you can do it. Just keep calm and try your best to focus on the test, not the people around you.

"Ok, thank you very much," I stammered as I got up from the chair that I didn't even realize I was sitting in. Damn nerves are making me do things without thinking again. AS I was lead into the testing room, I took a quite chance to look around. The room in itself was very plain and boring. Soft blue walls with just one window, which was on the door to the outside world. The desk for the reception area reminded me of pictures I have seen of a doctors office, and I soon followed Aerith behind the desk she was just standing at. The hallway behind there was very small and narrow, but enough space for two people to walk comfortably. Aerith lead me to a simple room with a plaque saying "Testing Room 4." I mentally wished that I could go back home; I didn't want to do this. As I stepped in through the door, the walls were nothing but white, white, and you guessed it, more white. The chairs were wooden and looked horribly uncomfortable for the back. There on the table sat some blocks, and man on the other side of the table invited me into the room even further. Once I got in all the way, I heard the *click* signifying that the area I was trapped in was now closed. I gulped down one last breath of air as I sat down.

I found that after all 50 tests were done that my mind was fried. They started out simple, such as testing my mental speed, making me do puzzles and timing me, basic math skills that surprisingly seemed to go all the way up to college level, reading, and spelling words as simple as 'immunization' to words like 'immunoelectrophoretically'! The guy that tested me just gave me a lot of nods and "ok's," while I just hoped that I had done well. I was led back out into the waiting room as he completed his analysis of me, or so he said. I know that I'm going to get into 9th grade, that was for sure. I mean, I am 16 and all. (Author's note: I am well aware that 16 year olds are supposed to be in like 10-11 grade, but we have to make him 16 if we want things to be legal, if ya know what I mean*wink wink*... So just please ignore that little detail. Let's just say the reason he's going into 9th grade is because of poor social skills?) I looked at the clock, surprised. Only 20 minutes had gone by since I'd finished. Twiddling my thumbs, I couldn't help but think 'God damn, what the hell is taking so long?' Five minutes pass, another 15 minutes pass. I slowly began to grumble to myself, thinking 'This dude better hurry up I'm starving!' It shouldn't take him 40 minutes to grade this thing; it took me less time to take the damn test! Now that just seemed wrong…

"Sora Mizuki, can you please come back here for one moment? We have something we need to discuss with you." By this time, Axel had already left 3 minutes prior to me even taking the test, so I wondered what was so important they had to tell me in private when no one was around to begin with. Though I was curious about the answer to my own question, I made it back into testing room 4, where I must have made a big mistake on the test for it to have taken this long, and saw two people sitting down. This time, instead of just that one man who had quizzed me, he was there with someone who seemed a bit more "higher up." They gave me the wave of the hand just like Axel had. Damn, what's wrong with this place and their lack of manners to simply say "Oh, please, take a seat." But regardless, I took the gesture and sat down.

"Good afternoon Sora. I am the principle of Sekai High School." He extended his hand out for me to shake, which I politely did. "Now Sora, we are having some problems with your test scores. You see, you seem to test out higher than the 9th grade level, and we were wondering what you personally would like to do. You have two options here, both of which are good. Option one is going into the year as a freshman and having everything seem easy for your academic level. Option two is to take your chances with going into the year as a sophomore with a little bit of difficulty in science classes and a couple concepts in math. Ultimately, the choice is yours. What would you like to do Sora?" The principle's smile was nice enough when he asked the question, but that didn't stop the confusion in my eyes from being read. He let out a soft chuckle and began speaking again. "No need to look helpless. You must want to talk to your parents before you make any decisions, so you have the rest of this week to give us the answer, considering the school is finishing up with midterm assignments." I nodded, slowly taking in the information that was just shoved my way. The two men dismissed me, giving me the opportunity to go home and think about my answer, but to get back to them as soon as I knew my decision.

(Author's note: I'm going to skip how Riku's school day went. I just wanted to put in a little of his P.O.V. to give you guys some background of his that you would have never known otherwise, which will be important later on. Trust me! XD)