Usual Disclaimers: Anything at all from Kingdom Hearts is not mine. If it were, Riku would be trying to get into Sora's pants the whole game series. :) He's a rapist in my eyes.

Unusual Disclaimers: Shea, Luca, and other characters which we will mention later belong to RebelHybrid. Hal, Soren, Zahler, and other characters not from Final Fantasy or Kingdom Hearts belong to me. Ask permission if you'd like to use them. Also, all odd-numbered chapters or things from Shea's P.O.V. are written by RebelHybrid. Even chappies and Hal's P.O.V. stuff are mine.

Pairings were listed last chapter... Bet you read it, though.

And come on: no reviews? Not cool, guys. Totally unfabulous. It only takes a minute to review, but clearly, no one has a minute. Meh.

Oh, yeah, rating change. RebelHybrid and I have decided to change the rating on this because we say 'fuck' a lot in the chapters after this. Now it's rated M for language, sexy dreams, innuendos, and violence. We won't actually be putting the... you know... scenes in here, but if people request them later, I could ask RebelHybrid if she doesn't mind helping me write them.

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-Chapter 2-
-Déjà Vu-

-Halcyon's P.O.V.-

I've never really liked school.

I just think it's a bit pointless when you already have a degree in Information Technology; of course, I'm only seventeen, so maybe I go to school for social reasons…

I also don't like my teachers. My Science teachers bicker amongst themselves at lunch, during passing time, and sometimes during class… But my old History teacher was a freak. I really worry about the sanity of the people who gave him his degree.

See, Mr. Wright was the most violent teacher ever. His take on history: the bloodier, the better. He actually got fired because he showed some freaking odd movie on the French Revolution to his Third Period. I only saw the previews for it, and I thought it seemed pretty bad…

Mr. Wright's Third Period is going through therapy now.

One way or another, I think it's kind of clear that I do not consider school a necessity. It's just a fancy little hobby I took up, to kill some time until I'm eighteen.

I guess that's why the same shit happens every morning, and was going to happen again today: the Morning Routine.

My alarm clock went off, and one of my songs from the Guilty Pleasure playlist on my iPod blared.

"M-m-music's up

Listen hot stuff

I'm in love

With this song

So just hush

Baby, shut up

Heard enough

Stop t-"

I smacked the snooze button on the alarm, and then I rolled over.

As much as I love Ke$ha, she's not the one I turn to for morning mood music. And everyone (I mean everyone) knows I don't get up until the music's right.

I sighed, and inside my head, Justy counted, Three… Two… Uno…

"Hal! Up and at 'em!" My dad shouted, throwing open my door. I groaned, and without even turning over, I lobbed a pillow at him, which I followed immediately with a half-intelligible mess of swearwords and groans.

My alarm went off once again, this time choosing a song from my Story of My Life playlist.

"They're gonna clean up your looks

With all the lies in the books

To make a citizen out of you

Because they sleep with a gun

And keep an eye on you, son

So they can watch all the things you do

Because the dr-"

Teenagers by My Chemical Romance was good. My hand slammed the off button on the alarm clock, and I opened my eyes. I stared up at my ceiling's glow-in-the-dark stars, but not for long until my dad yanked me up by the ankles.

Maybe I should explain…

My name's Hal, short for Halcyon Antares Celestius Kapler. Pretty impressive name, considering the fact that Halcyon's a girl name. I'm pretty sure you didn't know that, but I'm almost 99% sure that you don't know a single other person named Halcyon, unless they're a Greek girl. Which I am not- I'm actually a Russian-Greek teenage boy.

I live with my dad, who's gay, and a dentist. He's kind of cool, but recently, he's been starting to use my toothpaste.

I think I know why. Oh, sweet Jesus… Can't he and his boyfriend afford their own toothpaste? Apparently not.

Also, he says he became a dentist to stick his fingers in people's mouths. That's actually how he met his current boyfriend, Travis, who is the guy who cuts my hair. Trav's awesome, and he can tell you exactly how hard you brushed your hair that morning by looking at you. If you go to his place and ask him to cut your hair, he'll give you a haircut that makes you look sexy unless you instruct him otherwise.

Anyway… that's my fucked up little family.

My dad wakes me up bright and early every day before school… because I take hideously long showers. I take forever to do my hair, and my private school's uniform takes a little bit to get into. Then I have to start my car –which is a hybrid and runs on solar energy- and wait ten minutes before I head to school.

That's the short synopsis of my morning routine. Now, back to the part where my dad was holding upside down by my ankles.

"Would you put me down?" I said calmly, feeling my body temperature spike.

"Gah! Would you not do that?" Dad shouted, nursing his burnt hand, after dropping me on my head. I sat up, rubbing my skull, and I sighed, "I can't help it, Old Man. It just happens."

He left me alone, and I pushed my blond hair from my face. Why did this morning feel different?

Maybe it's because you can't seem to control your fires much. You've been burning stuff here and there, like bread. And you boiled your juice because you were angry while you were holding it yesterday, Justy piped up.

No, I think it's sexual tension. I should see Zahler; he can help me out. As I got up, I glanced at the fading bruise on my neck, and then I turned away from the mirror and headed into the bathroom.

I slammed the door shut, and I touched a small touch panel on the wall. A light flashed as it read my fingerprints, and then the same light flashed green, recognizing me. My music came on, and I started pulling off what little clothing I'd been wearing.

See, I sleep in boxers. I can't have a shirt on or I'll have freaky dreams. I also have to have a really cold room, because I won't sleep without blankets. If I have a nightmare, I can't sleep alone.

What? I'm very selective about my sleep.

While I was in the shower, Justy said in my mind, You really think Zahler can help us?

Yeah. I've never met another guy with a mouth like him, I responded.

Did I neglect to mention that I'm gay and have a goddess that talks to me in my head?

Well, there you have it. No better way to tell secrets than like that, I guess.

I worked the shampoo down to the roots of my hair, while our conversation continued.

You're sure he doesn't mind doing this sort of thing for you?

Sure I'm sure. He gives me favors; I do his homework; everyone wins.

It feels sort of weird, since I'm a g-

A loud ringing interrupted Justy, and I knew it was the house phone. The voice of my computer said, "Incoming call." I shot back, "Answer call."

The music paused, and a familiar voice came through the speakers installed in the walls.

"Hey-o!"

"Hi, shit-for-brains. Mind if I shower while we talk?" I asked, washing conditioner out of my hair. Zahler affirmed his not-caring…ness, and I said, "So… You called. Did you get an F on something?"

"No, I'm passing everything. I was calling to see when we could… do the stuff." he said. I could practically feel him blushing…

"Before the new arrivals show up. I think the seventh floor will be empty- any sounds we make will go unheard." I responded. I'm on my school's Welcoming Committee (actually, I'm President), so I have to be there early every day to greet any new arrivals.

Today, there were about three, plus a new teacher, which Sephiroth would take care of. Unless, of course, he decided not to.

"Cool. I'll meet you next to the lockers at 7:15." Zahler said, and then hung up. The music began to play again, and I finished up my shower.

When I came out of the shower, I glanced at the clock. It was 6:22, so I was good on time.

I drag on and on when I do my hair. It's a bit hard to work with, because it's very fine, delicate, and light. I can't brush it too hard, or I might tear it out. I have to start untangling at the tips, then once the tips are untangled, I can move on to the next few inches. All this just so I can have it nice enough to either shove a hat on it or wear it emo style…

Of course, almost everyone agrees that my hair is actually beautiful. Travis says he loves my hair, because it's identical in color, texture and sensitivity to my father's… I don't want to know how he knows all this.

I stared at myself in the mirror, and I sighed. I don't know how a computer freak could look sexy, but I manage to do it… with a little help from Travis. Sometimes, I feel Trav is more like my dad than my dad is. Or maybe it's just that he's gayer…

My hair was dry almost immediately; that's what happens when you're hot. I picked up my black brush, and began to gently brush my hair down into place.

Hal? Can we do something different? Justy asked.

I'm open to suggestions.

I say spikes today.

Let's do it, then!

I rummaged about under the sink, found my hair gel, and then put some on my hands. I picked my hair up into a decent disarray of spikes, and I smiled.

I glanced again at the clock, and shouted, "Shit!" I was so behind schedule- it was already 6:47.

I ran into my room, threw on some boxers, and then I ran through the kitchen and living room to get to the garage from inside.

I slid into the leather interior of my car, started it, and dashed back up to my room immediately to get dressed.

My pants were half on before I remembered- I had to check if I was still holy. I looked at the skin just over my heart, taking in the inked blue star and its black wings. A flurry of hand signs flew by my fingers, and my hands stilled over my heart in the sign for heaven.

The tattoo glowed with a soft light that faded and grew in time with my heartbeat, then faded altogether after a minute. I was still holy, which was good.

I continued putting on my midnight blue uniform pants, then slipped a white belt through the belt loops. My white collared shirt followed, after which my tie went on. I tied the blue and silver tie in a half-Windsor knot, and then I shrugged on my uniform jacket. I buttoned all thirteen of the silver buttons, then reached into the jacket's right pocket and pulled out two badges.

Pinning them on the left side of my jacket, by the insignia of my school, I looked at the little flame, and then at the little sort of flashy thing that symbolized light.

Fire and Light.

I skipped breakfast, since I was running late, and put the pedal to the metal. I was driving really fast, but all the Destiny Islands officers know I'm constantly running late and let it slide.

I pulled into the parking lot of the glass building that was my school, took my messenger bag and my sword belt, then locked up my car and ran inside.

As I ran, I looked down, looking at the giant clock underneath my feet. Shit- 7:13. The elevators wouldn't get me there fast enough- I was on the second floor. I'd have to get in from outside.

The second I was outside, I rolled my shoulders and spread my wings. I then crouched down, prepped to jump, and launched myself into the air. A few hard flaps of my wings kept me from falling, and a few more lifted me higher. Now, to find an open window on the seventh floor...

I circled the school, flew past the sign that announced, 'Frontier Academy: Faster, Higher, Stronger', and was about to give up when I spotted my ticket in.

My mind ran a few calculations, and after I assured myself it wouldn't hurt too badly, I folded my wings in and dove down toward the skylight. As I neared it, I put my body so I'd land feet first and raced myself for impact.

With a crash, I broke through the window and landed hard in a crouch on the transparent glass of the school's floor. A spiderweb of cracks spread out in a circle around me, and I then I rose to my feet.

"Right on time. Bonus points for technique and presentation, though you did scare me shitless." Zahler said, clapping sarcastically, and I rolled my eyes, turning to face my dirty blond-haired, blue-eyed friend.

"Zahler, don't be a pussy," I said, jokingly.

"Why not?"

"I like you better when you're an ass."

I go to a school of magic. I know… that's kind of weird, but it's true. It's called Frontier Academy, and there's a bunch of different races there. I think the only ones that we don't currently have are Hybrids and Kaeding. I'm the only Seraph, but aside from that… I myself know 212 Enlightened, 17 necromancers, 40 royals from various nations and worlds, a Nightmare Marked, some demons, and 19 mages. We have ninjas, some pirates (which is kind of odd), a shit-load of knights, and Keyblade wielders. We actually have about ten Keyblade wielders right now.

The whole school's made of glass, and there's a giant clock underneath the glass of the first floor you can see from every floor. Underneath that, you have the dungeons, where Bashing class is held, and even further, where the Greater Demons and stuff are kept. All the dungeons somehow have windows (until you reach the floor where the demons are), but that's mostly for beings of purity, like me. Being surrounded by so many Greater Demons tends to drive pure beings up the wall… So they've added windows to let in some light.

As a school of magic and fighting skills, hallway fights are actually encouraged, which is where the badges come in. if someone has badges that counter your own elements, you don't pick a fight with them- they could kick your ass six ways from Sunday. I'm primarily Fire nature, so I have to avoid Water natures.

Best way to know what elements beat what is to use the chart…

Water beats Fire, Fire beats Wind, Wind beats Earth, Earth beats Lightning, Lightning beats Water. It's like a circle of ass-kicking.

Darkness and Light are actually pretty even, so in that case, you'd have to look to their second badge.

If someone has Light and Water against a Light and Fire, like me, I would lose. Though once in a while, there's actually a win against someone of the nature you're weak against.

It's possible to have all seven badges, though few have done it, and it is possible to be only a user of Darkness and Light, like Riku, a friend of mine.

Also, your weapon should correlate with your elements. If it doesn't, it makes it much harder to use your weapon with your powers during a fight.

I myself wield a sword. Its name is Bane of Darkness, and it's made of some sort of heavenly metal that looks like white gold, but whiter. The blade's icy to the touch, and etched onto it is a flame design, that indicates it's meant for Fire or Light natures. The sword hilt has a blue-green sapphire in the pommel, and has two half-folded silver wings that stick out of the top.

Bane of Darkness is part of a set of two and has a much eviler, darker counterpart named Fall of Light.

I can also wield the flaming sword that is mentioned in Genesis, in the Garden of Eden. That sword actually belongs to Xelphias, Justy's brother, and he is the entity known as God in the mortal world.

No, I haven't met God yet. Justy says that he and his son (who is Jesus) are very busy. I'd like to meet him, and I'd also like to meet Justy's other brother, Reveroph.

Anyway, I don't know how I can wield The Sword of Eden. Justy won't tell me, but she won't tell me why either. She's being all secretive. What she has been able to tell me is the Sword's true name, and it is so sacred that it repels evil. When I'm in the dungeons, I scare the demons off by chanting the name under my breath until I'm somewhere safe.

I'm not going to say its actual Latin name, but the Sword is called Way of Sorrow, because Adam and Eve took the wrong path in the Garden of Eden. The sword is actually a symbol of their lost purity, and the life that they could have had, but lost.

If you thought your life was complicated and weird, think again.

I have wings, and a body temperature of about 239° Fahrenheit. I am hot. There is a goddess that lives in my mind and tells me what to do, and sometimes controls my body.

If she leaves, I will die. But if her memories become my memories, I will never survive it. Justitia has been around since the beginning of time, and knows a lot more than I could ever handle. We have to remain two separate entities, which means that if she doesn't exit my body once in a while, our souls will start to join together, crushing the weaker soul (being me). If she stays out for too long, I'll get progressively sicker, then I'll die.

We've yet to find Justy a suitable host body, so when she separate from me, she takes my energies and strength and puts them together to make a body. Every time she is in that body, she is the female form of me, because she bases her appearance off the host body she has at any given time. If Justy was inside you, she'd look like you. If she was inside the pizza delivery guy, she'd look like him. And that's why she chose me: I'm attractive to her.

Unfortunately for her, I am gay.

When we're separated, Zahler always has to hex us back together, and the second she's fully gone back into my mind, I'm not sick anymore.

If we do manage to separate, without both of us getting hurt, our souls will still be linked. Forever. Our powers will be evenly split between the two of us, so that's why we'll be linked through time and eternity.

Welcome to my wonderfully fucked up world.

After Zahler helped me with some 'stuff' and marked me with a fresh hickey (despite my protests), we headed down to the courtyard, leaving the cracked seventh floor glass to the custodian, Mike.

Everyone else was already present, everybody being Riku, Soren, Ventus, Vanitas, Roxas, Sora, Kairi, Xion, Naminè, and Mr. Sephiroth, the Bashing teacher.

Riku, Vanitas, and Ventus were readying some more fireworks, and Soren and Xion were cleaning up the confetti from the previous arrival, because clearly, Zahl and I were late... Sora was being successfully distracted by Zahler, in an effort to keep any and all explosives away from him. Roxas was providing us with refreshment in the form of cookies, which were delicious, considering that they were made by the Devil herself: his mom. Sephiroth was busy reading a book about how to torture people and therefore, was ignoring us all. Kairi and Nam were busy looking at the potted plants in the courtyard.

I was supervising, and I supervised Vanitas squirreling away some sparklers under his jacket.

"Put 'em back, Vanitas. I can see you," I snapped.

"Damn!" Vanitas shouted, dismayed, and Sora covered his ears. Xion blushed (she blushes for everything, I swear), and Roxas and Ven just snickered. Roxas put away the cookies, and he said, "Hal, I see them. Entering stage left."

I nodded, and I arranged everyone neatly, and as usual, brushed some remnants of food off Sora, forced Zahler to keep his hands off Xion's ass, and made Vanitas empty his pockets of all explosives.

"Seriously, Van? C4?" I said, disapprovingly, and then assumed my place in the crowd of us.

As the two, presumably the teacher and new student, came within range, I said, "Riku, there's your cue."

He pressed the button, and the fireworks went off. The smoke gave us the cover we needed, so we moved closer.

Rox and Ven held the banner, while the rest of us stood around them, trying our best to be welcome, which meant grinning cheesily... God, I hate cheesy grins.

Sora detached himself from us, and he said in his usual cheery way, "Welcome to Frontier Academy! You two must be the new guys the 'Dean' told us about! I'm Sora!"

Sora held his hand out, and the younger of the two new guys said, "Shea."

I noted that Shea's hair looked really messy, sort of like he'd just crawled out of someone's bed, and that he was staring at Sora's hand like it was the most poisonous shit this side of forever.

And he looked so freakin' familiar. Where did I know him from?

"Cool. I see you can wield a Keyblade too! What's it called, anyway? Yours looks cooler than mine, 'cause mine's just normal, and-" Sora kept blathering, but it looked like Shea wasn't interested. He, like the rest of us, tuned Sora out, and started walking through us, disarming himself as he walked.

"Well, he's rude," Soren said, and I rolled my eyes. I had my opinions about this Shea dude too, but I had to keep my mouth shut, since I was a scholarship kid. Any trouble could mean getting the scholarship revoked, and that would cause my dad to kill me.

As I thought about this, Shea bumped shoulders with me.

"Watch where you're going, butthead." I muttered, crawling out of the deep recesses of my mind.

"Sorry, whore." Shea shot back with a smirk. I saw Vanitas go slack-jawed with amazement, and then I exhaled very, very slowly. I heard Roxas's "oh crap," but I was focused on Shea.

Uh-oh… Justy said, and I slammed him into the row of lockers nearest us.

Damn, I was angrier than I thought. I moved my hand to the place where his neck and shoulder met, so I could hold him down better, and I thought I saw a flash of fear in his eyes.

One way or another, I was going to. Kick. His. Ass.

But why did the idea of it not fit? Why was everything about him –his eyes, his lips, his hair, his sweet scent of ocean and mint- so familiar, damn it?

I felt Justy coming out, and taking control of my hands- joining her anger to mine, and her strength to me, and not at all helping my extreme confusion.

I tried to focus on other things: the dent in the lockers, the inner fire within me blazing hot, and the fact that I was sort of warping the glass because I was super-heating it… But I found myself caught in Shea's too-familiar mismatched eyes.

One blue, one amber…

I had seen these before.

Justy suddenly tore my vision away, and forced me to look at Shea's heart, where his badges rested.

Water and Wind stared me right in the face. There were more, but those two wee the only ones that currently mattered.

I lowered the fist I'd unconsciously raised, and I felt Justy releasing my body. I changed emotions fast: anger to shock.

I don't know why my body temperature stayed high- shock usually makes it drop.

I stood there for a second like an idiot, then Justy came back.

She moved my hand to his neck, and made me lean in.

"Stay away from me." I heard myself whisper, and then I walked away.

I was halfway down the hall when I heard Shea yell, "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" then he threw something at me. I winced internally, and rapidly unsheathed Bane of Darkness, knocking his spear away, which separated into a Keyblade and a sword, and they lodged in the glass, quivering. Fire covered every inch of my sword, and I turned as Shea fell to his knees, looking somewhere between amazed and shocked. The blaze of fire knocked Shea back about a foot, and his badges clinked on the glass floor... but I ignored them.

And scared. He looked scared.

The flames on my sword flashed from red to purple suddenly and I smiled to hide my shock and sudden fear. I knew why this felt wrong.

I leveled the tip of my sword at his throat, and the violet flames raced over him, almost as if they were consuming him.

Moving my sword up, I forced him to stare into my eyes, which were screaming one thing-

You're mine now.

Then he passed out, and I turned away, sheathing Bane of Darkness.

Why had my flames turned violet?

Violet was the color for shock.

Why was I shocked?

He was the one in the dream.

-Chapter 2: Fin-
-Song: Déjà Vu by 3OH!3-