Chapter 2

Axel was a little shocked when the new kid met his challenging stare. The blond had guts, he'd give him that. But the kid had no idea what he was up against. He couldn't help but let a smirk form onto his face as the blond sat in front of him. Reaching under his desk with his foot, he kicked the blond's chair, making it scoot forward with a screech.

All heads turned towards Demyx, who was looking back at the redhead with narrow eyes, challenging to that again. Axel only made an innocent look like he had done nothing wrong, waiting for Xemnas and Demyx to turn back around. When they did, he once again made the chair scoot forward.

"Mr. Strife," Xemnas started in a harsh voice. "I know that you are armless and need to pull your chair up by using your feet, but please… do not make so much noise."

"Sorry Mr. Xemnas," Demyx replied, his face blank.

"Now class, if you will, take out a number two pencil for we are doing a pop quiz."

Many groans were heard around the room.

"Except you Demyx, you don't have to since you're new."

"Actually sir, I would like to earn extra points." His reply surprised everyone in the room, including Axel. This wasn't a regular quiz where you write your answers on paper. No, this was a quiz where you say it when the teacher calls on you quiz.

"Oh… but this isn't a regular written quiz," Xemnas said with a smirk, amused by the blond.

"I'll take whatever you give me."

Axel could not help but let his jaw drop this time. This kid was really stupid or really brave. Xemnas was not going to go easy since he was a new kid.

"Ok, then the first question goes to you. Who was the first English child to be born in America?"

"That's easy, Virginia Dare." Demyx could almost laugh at the easy question.

"Ok Mr. hot-stuff, what were the black American fighter pilots called in WWII?"

"Fighting Red Tails."

"Who commanded them?"

"Colonel Benjamin O. Davis Jr."

Xemnas was starting to feel disturbed by Demyx's fast answers. "Uh, what does V-E Day stand for?"

"Victory in Europe Day. Everyone should know that."

"Right… one more question, who invented the typewriter?"

"Christopher Sholes. He first got the idea for his type writer design from watching someone play the piano. He first arranged the keys alphabetically like the older models but found that the most frequently used letters were too close together and the keys often jammed. He solved the problem by spreading the most common letters apart on the keyboard, arranging what we know as the QWERTY system."

Everyone stared at the blond when he was finished. He looked around to see them staring, looking at them like he didn't know what was wrong. "What?"

"It sounded like you got that from a history book or something. You a freak with incredible memory abilities?" Axle couldn't help but ask, a smirk back on his face.

Demyx looked back with narrowed eyes and a raised eyebrow. He suddenly smirked. "Yes. Anything wrong with that?"

"Nope, nothing wrong with that." Axel's face went blank as he sat back against his chair, almost deciding to put his feet on the desk.

"Good," Demyx said as he dropped his smirk, the bell ringing.

"Make sure you read the next to chapters in your history book and be ready for the quiz tomorrow since Mr. Strife here took up most of our time," the silver haired teacher said sternly towards the blond, still a little disturbed.

The students left one by one, Demyx among them. So far, he didn't really like this school, the teacher especially. Right when he exited the room, a hand grabbed the front of his throat from behind and pushed him hard against the lockers. Demyx groaned from the pain that spread in the back of his head. He glared at the perpetrator who caused his head pain.

"Axel… what do you want?" The blond asked calmly, not frightened at the hand still on his neck. "If it's about earlier about the chair, I have already forgiven."

"Cut the shit already. Drop the act. Look, this is an all boys' school; the all girls' school is across the street. So I suggest that you stop being all high and mighty unless… well, you don't wanna know what happens," the redhead hissed, getting right up to his face.

The blond remained calm. "You don't scare me hedgehog. Your threats are pointless unless you actually act them out. Besides, I've dealt with this kinda of situations baka teme. So you really don't wanna go there."

"Oh ho, so the blond bites. I like a little fight in them before I pound them in to the floor. I prefer mattress, but you know whatever," Axel snarled with a vicious smirk.

"Please let go of me and I'll pretend this fight never happened."

"Ha, you really think I'll let up that easy and let you go?"

"Yes," the blond mocked grinned.

Axel drew his fist back before thrusting it forward. Demyx frowned and moved his head out of the way, making the redhead punch the lockers, leaving a nice dent. The blond pushed the taller guy away with his foot, making the redhead real back enough to let the blond go and escape from his hold. A crowd formed around them, astonished at the blond.

"If you'll excuse me, I need to find my next class." Demyx started to walk away, ignoring the redhead.

"This isn't over blondy…" Axel hissed. He snorted and made his way to his next class that was in the opposite direction from the blond. A shorter blond that was watching the whole thing followed after the redhead with a shake of his head.

"Axel, what was that just now?" The short blond asked, his blue eyes narrowed at Axel.

"You know what, I don't have a fucking clue, Roxas," Axel replied angrily. "And what are you doing talking to me?"

"Just because we're not fuck buddies anymore, doesn't mean we're not friends. Besides, we might become fuck buddies again if Zexion says no."

"Whatever. He's defiantly gonna say yes."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because he fucking stares at you ass all day when you're not lookin'. And he always talks about you. It gets really annoying."

Roxas blushed at that and looked away with a small smile. "So who are you gonna slut around with next?"

"I was hopin' that new blond kid, but he's a little too full of himself."

"So are you."

"Whatever. I'm thinking of beating the shit out of him soon." Axel clenched his fist when he entered his biology class with Roxas.

"Uh, you probably don't want to do that." The blond didn't look in his friend's eyes as they sat, looking straight ahead or off to the side.

"And why is that?"

"I know him from my karate class."

"Oh ho, so the blond can fight. How good is he?"

"I rather not say."

"Let me guess he's that terrible."

"Ah, no… he's a lot better then I am."

"Really? Then I'm gonna have some fun with this." Axel chuckled at the though of beating up the armless blond.

"It's your funeral… are you coming to my tournament tonight? I'll be going from green to brown."

"Brown? You must have been training."

"Yeah, but Demyx will going from brown to black. He's gonna be a black belt soon. I'm a little jealous since I started out before he did," the blond angrily as he put his head onto his arms that were crossed on top of his desk.

"We'll see who the black belt here is soon enough."

A/N: wow, Axel has problems. Hope to receive reviews soon.

Axel: how come I'm the jerk in this one?

Chocobo-kun: because I said so, now quit your whining.

Axel: fine, but you owe me a cookie.