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Roxas, at the moment, was wondering why he was putting himself through this. A voice in his head told him it was because he was a good brother that cared for his sister, but he shut that voice up very quickly. Roxas was carefully etching a reminder into his mind to tell anyone else he met that decided to cross-dress to avoid skirts at all costs; it was the fact that Roxas had to run in a skirt that was making him second-guess his initially good-willed sacrifice. Now, he just wanted to go home.

Larxene had left after waking him up, but it wasn't like he could ask her to stay and wait for him only so they could be late together. The school uniform, which he assumed Larxene had pulled out of the closet for him, was a white long-sleeved blouse under a black jacket with HB and the academy crest embroidered on the left lapel over a matching knee-length skirt with knee-high white socks and black shoes.

Roxas wasn't used to wearing a skirt. Sure he had tried once or twice before because Namine had forced him, but it still felt weird. Not that he could spare much of his attention for the weirdness of skirts. The blonde sprinted down the one-way street, earning stares from passing cars or students from other schools. First period; that was Spanish, right?

Just as the bell rang, Roxas flung himself through the doorway into the Spanish room. The students stared at him wordlessly as he panted and wheezed, bending over to support himself as he caught his breath. He walked himself over to the first available desk, delighted to find it was in the back, and fell into it, dropping his bag next to him.

Kairi waved at him energetically from a few seats over. He forced a smile, and waved back, trying not to wheeze.

The teacher, who had been sitting on his desk in the front, raised an eyebrow in interest. If Roxas hadn't just sprinted a mile in the morning heat of late-summer Hollow Bastion, he would have wondered why he was the one receiving weird looks, when his teacher was the one sitting on his desk, when there was a perfectly usable chair directly behind said desk.

"My name is Cid," the man began, a protruding toothpick from his mouth bouncing as he talked. "For those of you who are new, and those of you who need some reminding, it's my job as your first period teacher to make sure you don't go about your day ignorant. We have rules and customs, and you'll be expected to uphold them just like everyone else." With the last comment, he looked at Roxas, who shrank into his desk, wishing he could vanish.

Cid wasn't terribly intimidating, but he was still a teacher. Though it was obvious that he was on the back end of being middle aged, he looked good for his age. The man had short blond hair, and serious five o'clock shadow, but was dressed as well as any teacher. He wore a button-up shirt, left open, over a plain t-shirt and slacks. The toothpick was really the only thing that made him look remotely scary. That, and the stern, no-nonsense look in his eyes.

"First, and foremost, we have a policy at this school that states our students and teachers get to know each other on an individual bases. That means, customarily, we introduce ourselves with first names. We don't call you by your last names; you don't call us by ours." The students nodded. Roxas didn't care. He was too tired to care.

The Spanish teacher looked around the room, content with the level of attention, "This is Spanish level 2. You don't speak the language? You change into level 1. Other than that, I'll let you sit wherever you want, unless you cause trouble." A few kids chuckled at some inside jokes, but other than that and the shuffling of papers, the room remained silent. Roxas sighed. He was bored already.

Cid tilted his head up and scratched his chin, thoughtfully. "As for the rest of school rules? I'll let someone else tell you all. Just don't do anything dumb. Got it?"

The class nodded, "Yes, Cid."

For the first time that morning, Cid grinned, "Good. Now, take out los libros and turn to page uno."

Roxas frowned. So much for having to speak Spanish. This guy seemed to have a total lack of understanding for the language himself.

"PSST!"

Roxas turned and saw Kairi move just in time to raise an arm and catch a crumpled piece of paper. Cautiously, he unfolded it to read,

'Our Spanish teacher last year got fired for locking students who spoke English during his class into the storage closet, so they had to find someone to fill the job on short notice. Cid usually teaches the auto-shop class for seniors, but he teaches Spanish now on top of that. I hear its because he lived in Mexico for a few years. Lucky for us he doesn't know anything past slang, swear words, and some basic vocab that everyone knows,'

Roxas glanced up at Kairi, who frowned and made a writing motion with an imaginary pen in the air. Roxas looked back down at the paper and continued reading,

'We have next period together too. I'll walk you to it. In the mean time, do you have a boyfriend? Girlfriend? Can I set you up with someone? PLEASE? PLEASE? You're too cute to be single!"

Roxas groaned inwardly. At least now he knew what to say when she asked if his brother was attractive again. Reaching over the side of his desk, he dug out a pen from the black hole of a bag, and began to scrawl out his response,

'Cool about the Spanish teacher. Hopefully that means he won't give homework. I'm single. Don't set me up. I'm content to be single.'

The boy smirked at the thought of Kairi trying to set him up with some poor strait guy. That would end disastrously.

Checking to make sure Cid wasn't looking; he crumpled up the paper and threw it back to Kairi. It wasn't long before he heard her scoff at his response. The blonde chuckled quietly at the outraged noise.

Apparently Cid heard the noise too. Turning from the whiteboard, his gaze honed in on the redheaded girl it had come from. "Is there a problem, Kairi?"

Kairi shook her head, sending her burgundy hair flying as she smirked, "Sorry, Cid. Maybe I should go down to see Aerith? I think I'm allergic to school. It might be deadly."

Cid threw his eraser at her, which she dodged expertly. He threw her a grin, obviously pleased. "Go see that damn Martha-Stewart wannabe on your own time. You're mine until the hour ends."

Kairi feigned despair at the thought; Cid ignored her to turn and continue trying to write his name on the board in cursive, which Roxas had begun to find amusing as hell.

Soon enough class ended and the bell rang. It was beginning to turn into a custom for Kairi to drag Roxas places instead walking together like normal people; but he was gradually growing used to Kairi's spastic actions anyway, and was thankful to have someone show him to his next class.

As they made their way through the hallway, the small blonde noticed a few questionable things. One of the most prominent being that skirt lengths varied. He would later find out from Kairi that several girls, herself included, would alter the skirts to make them shorter. When he asked why they did this, she gave him a chastising look and told him it was so more boys would look at them. Roxas kept to himself the comment that it was a girl's school, meaning boys wouldn't be seeing them in their uniforms unless they wore them off campus. He didn't want to deal with the aftermath of disrupting feminine logic.

His second class, Bio-lab, was fairly uneventful, if a bit scary. His teacher, Vexen, had tried to replicate a student. When she wouldn't let him, he spent the remainder of the period lecturing the class on the decomposition of molecular bonds over time, and demanded that everyone memorize the periodic table of elements before the end of the week.

Third period was Roxas' first of the day without Kairi. He wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, but either way he was happy to sleep through an incredibly dry lecture on comparative literature from the Renaissance and earlier. His teacher, Zexion, seemed to think that it was much more fascinating than any of his student would ever agree to. At least he had the courtesy to let them ignore him in favor of any number of entertaining activities including, but not limited to, doodling, napping, and making origami out of sticky notes.

It was during this class that he met Rikku. The girl, once again someone much taller than unusually small boy, had three classes with him and offered her services as a human GPS system to their history class. Similarly to Kairi, Roxas was dragged through the hallway while the dirty-blonde chattered cheerfully about the coming year; but unlike the slightly more violent and/or vulgar situations with Kairi, Roxas didn't find Rikku strange in the least. She was just bubbly. He couldn't explain whether or not hers was a different form of harassment and invasion than that of Kairi, or if he'd simply been desensitized over the past 24 hours, but he found Rikku's company pleasant, and spent fourth period poking fun at their professor, Marluxia, who was about as manly as someone could be with shoulder-length pink hair. Books were thrown. Roxas distantly wondered if the teachers at this school suffered from a common disorder where they compulsively threw things at their students.

Laughing as they exited their class, Rikku linked arms with Roxas once again before waving an arm to declare, "Off to lunch!", her mass of braids and ponytail bouncing as she walked.

"Lunch?" Roxas repeated, distantly.

Rikku peered down at him curiously, "Yes. Lunch. Where we eat food, and gossip about boys."

Roxas chuckled, "Sorry, I was just surprised. I forgot that lunch was after fourth period."

The smaller blonde made a mental note as Rikku detached herself temporarily to go tackle some friend she hadn't seen all summer. The girl was a bombshell; gay or not, he had to it admit to himself. Kairi, though she was attractive and cleaned up really nicely, was comparatively plain. Roxas wasn't thinking this in a sexual way, simply assessing it the same way a girl would size up another girl. Not that HE knew girls did that. Not yet, anyway.

He observed that her sea-green eyes were an unusually gorgeous color, and lit up when she smiled. Her skin had a natural golden tint to it, just short of being considered a real tan. Something that lingered year round, even without the sun. Her hair, a dark golden-blonde with natural sun-thirsty highlights weaved into it. And on top of it, her body was a perfect hourglass figure. Her waste was small and trim, and her legs seemed to go on for miles (Thus, the height that towered over Roxas'). The boy was inwardly glad that he'd never have to compete with girls' appearances. Physically, he'd just never win. Rikku was proof of that.

When the cafeteria was reached, Roxas quickly noticed how packed with students it was as all four grades tried to fit into the small building. The sun beat down ruthlessly. The temperature was scorching. There wasn't a tree in sight. Hordes of girls rushed to grab a spot at a table inside so they wouldn't have to eat without the comfort of air-conditioning.

Moments after turning away from the food counter with his lunch, Roxas spotted Larxene and Kairi waving him over. Rikku had gone ahead, and was already talking energetically with a girl he didn't recognize.

"Hi, Namine! How are your classes so far?" greeted Larxene.

Roxas sighed, exasperated, "Boring as hell! My Bio teacher is scary, my Lit teacher put me to sleep, and my history teacher throws books at kids."

Kairi bit into an apple, bits of juice escaping her mouth as she spoke, "Sounds like a pretty good first day; at least compared to mine. I already have three detentions."

The surrounding girls stared speechless at the petite girl. She simply took another bite into her fuji, oblivious to the attention.

Frowning, the Larxene asked, "How the hell did you manage to get three detentions within the first four periods of your first day of school?"

Kairi raised a finger in a 'sush-ing' motion. "It's a secret," she whispered.

The taller girl cursed under her breath as her long arm fished under the table and brought up Kairi's bag.

Instantly, the younger of the two was leaping over the table, attempting to retrieve her belongings. "Hey, bitch, that's my bag!" she yelled, grabbing for the over-sized purse, only to miss by an humiliatingly large distance.

"And these," Larxene withdrew her hand from a pocket with three rectangular pieces of paper. She grinned wickedly as her eye sparkled, raising her prize up to where Kairi could never reach, "Are your detentions."

Kairi's silent protests were marked by her crossed arms and pouting lip. Roxas smirked. She looked like a reluctant five year old that wasn't going to get the cookie she wanted.

Rikku squealed as if to let out some of her overflowing excitement, "Larxene what do they say? Read them aloud!"

Turning to the detentions, Larxene flipped through them one by one, only to frown.

Rikku tilted her head, "What are they for, Lar?"

The older girl turned to Kairi, raising a questioning eyebrow. "Kairi. These are all for being late to class. They aren't even from this year. Third, fourth, and seventh period from last year. What the hell?"

Kairi smirked. "Those are detentions from the end of last year that I thought I wouldn't have to serve, since they were given to me a day or two before school got out."

Larxene face palmed, "Dumbass. Why the hell would you skip in the last week of school? It's easy! No lesson, no homework, no essays…" the girl looked up and saw the glint in Kairi's eyes before her expression changed and an imaginary light bulb went on above her head. "Oh. Never mind. I don't want to know," she rushed to say, eyes wide.

Rikku's brows met each other in her confusion. "Why did you skip last year, Kairi? I want to know!" she demanded.

Larxene raised an alarmed hand, facing Rikku, "No, you don't. Seriously."

Rikku shut her mouth and reluctantly turned her back on them to resume a conversation with the girl across the table from her. Paine and Larxene were sitting on either side of Kairi, and Roxas took the pause in conversation as an opportunity to sit down next to Rikku, roughly across from Larxene and Kairi. He glanced at Paine, who stared solemnly at Kairi, only breaking composure to nod at whatever she said. Her plain, stoic gaze the same as ever.

Roxas turned to Larxene and flashed a wide smile, "So how have your classes been?"

Xxx

By the end of lunch, Roxas had learned that he was older than only Rikku at their table. Kairi, Rikku, and he were the juniors of their little group; Larxene, Paine and Yuna, the girl Rikku had been talking to, were seniors. It turned out that Rikku and Yuna were cousins. Kairi's sister, Selphie, sat at another table with her freshmen friends, but someone had pointed her out to him, so now the boy knew who she was.

His math class would be shared with Larxene, who had failed math the year before, and Kairi. He had P.E. with Rikku, Larxene, and Paine, and then his last class, Music, was shared with Yuna, who he learned was a fairly accomplished singer, and Paine. No one explained Paine's presence in the music department, but he'd been too intimidated to ask, so that was arguably his own fault.

"So what's our math teacher like?" questioned Roxas, chewing on a carrot absentmindedly, "All my teachers so far have been hell... Except for Cid. He's not too bad."

Kairi and Larxene exchanged glances, before looking back at Roxas. He gave them a questioning look, chewing ever vigorously on the orange vegetable in his mouth.

"Well... Vincent Valentine isn't all bad, I guess," stated Kairi, telling him precicesly nothing. Larxene, picking up on the lack of satisfaction from Roxas, rolled her eyes and slapped her palm onto the table for dramatic emphasis.

"Basically, he's a robot." Her eyes were carefully narrowed as she said this, as if to speak this teachers name was an intolerable act in and of itself.

Kairi looked disgusted at the description, but Rikku's attention had been drawn to the matter.

"Who's a robot?" she chirped, cheerfully.

"Vincent," Kairi drawled. Rikku's skin visibly paled a few shades. Her interest in the subject had died with the name.

"What's wrong with her?" Roxas whispered to the other two girls, waiting until Rikku's attention had been re-consumed by her conversation with Yuna.

Kairi waved a hand as if it painted a perfectly clear picture all on its own, "Oh, she had him for sophomore math last year. He gave her class so much homework that she hardly left her dorm for the entirety of first semester. That is, until she grew a rack, decided she didn't need math to get by, got a boyfriend, and stopped doing her homework altogether."

Roxas blinked slowly. "Oh," he replied. What else could he say to something like that? Still curious, he pushed on, "So what happened after that?"

Kairi and Larxene exchanged glances again.

Larxene took over this time, "She failed second semester, obviously, so Vincent went to the principle and tried to make a case to get her held back a year. They settled on her doing one-on-one math studies with him every day for the entire summer. Her boyfriend dumped her and she had no social life." Rikku winced on the other side of Roxas. She was deliberately trying to stay out of the conversation. Larxene gave her a pitying look, before turning to Roxas and beaming, "But on the bright side, she's a total math wiz now!"

Roxas stared at his roommate in disbelief. What a stiff teacher. "So then, how come you said he's not so bad?" Roxas asked, looking between the two girls across from him. Larxene let a Cheshire grin morph her face.

"You, Kai and I are in the same class, right?" Roxas nodded, "Well, Mr. Vincent doesn't assign seats. He sees it as a waste of time since people will pass or fail regardless of where they sit."

Kairi's eyes rolled up in bliss, and Roxas had to physically check behind him to make sure he wasn't seriously missing something. "It's so awesome, isn't it?" said the redhead.

Roxas frowned, "I don't get it, what's awesome?"

The two looked at Roxas, waiting for him to catch on but he didn't. Larxene sighed, "Namine, have you ever heard of letting the work do itself?" Roxas shook his head. Larxene continued, "Well good. Neither have I, but if we work together to split up the homework he gives us we can all still have at least half a life."

Roxas made a silent oh, and then glanced over to see a glaring Rikku, most likely jealous that she hadn't thought to simply cheat.

A sudden vibration coming from his bag made everyone jump. Roxas reached down to pull out his slim, silver phone, and noticed that everyone, except Paine, had done the same. It was his that was ringing; Roxas could see everyone else's disappointed faces as they put their phones back where they had dug them out of. He snickered to himself, feeling a bit pleased to be the one receiving the phone call; until he saw who was calling.

"Namine, is everything alright? Who's calling you?" Rikku must have seen his eyes go wide as he read Namine's name on his caller ID.

Roxas frantically fought to find words that wouldn't dig knee high in shit, "Umm, its my sister… BROTHER! I meant brother, hehe," Roxas nervously stumbled out from his seat at the cafeteria table, receiving curious glances from Larxene and Rikku. He could tell they were about to stop him and question his strange mood, but Kairi got to them first.

"Oh yeah guys, Namine says she has this super gorgeous brother that is totally single and way sensitive!" Kairi had immediately grasped the attention of everyone nearby; the unfortunate exception being Larxene, who eyed him suspiciously. I was amazing how much boys could distract these people. Roxas gave a weak smile to Kairi, who winked in return; Larxene, on the other hand, was still watching him suspiciously.

Once out of the cafeteria, Roxas flipped open his phone and held it to his ear. "Nam, why the hell are you calling me? Is something wrong?" Roxas made an attempt to talk quietly in case anyone was close enough to hear.

"Roxas! You will never believe what has happened! So I was out with my friends in Paris, and…"

"Whoa there, slow down," Roxas interrupted. He leaned back against a wall and closed his eyes, fighting off his irritation. "Sorry, I'm glad exciting things are happening down there with you, but I'm trying to maintain your identity here and that will be quite difficult if 'Namine' shows up on my caller ID at random times during the day."

Namine paused to ponder that thought, "Hmm… guess I didn't think of the time difference. It's like, 9:30 at night here so I guess I didn't…"

"Namine, please, just get to the point!"

"Right, sorry, anyway! So I was with my friends, out celebrating how I got an award on one of my drawings, and I met a guy."

"A guy?" her brother repeated blankly. That was all she called about? Honestly, how was that important enough to jeopardize their situation? Wasn't she taking this seriously?

"Well, not just any guy." She began, oblivious to his predicament. "You see, his name is Reno and he works for this guy named Rufus who owns this giant company and they want to expand to France, but that's not the point. You see, he was with some guys we were with and he told me he thought I…"

Roxas looked up, startled, as he heard the bell ring, signaling the end of lunch. Thank God.

Roxas turned away from the entrance as girls began to pour out of the lunch building, and lifted a hand to help cover his voice."Namine? Listen, I have to go. Send me an e-mail or something and I'll check it on my phone. I love you; Take care of yourself out there."

He could hear some people laughing in the background and calling at Namine to come join them. She said something he couldn't understand before returning her attention to the phone, voice as pleasant as ever, "I will, and you better too! Bye Roxas."

Roxas snapped his phone shut, a sigh of relief escaping him as he saw the students file out of the cafeteria and begin the trek back to campus. He had forgotten how much his sister could talk during the past week and a half or so that she had been in France. (He'd been able to survive pretending to be Namine and living with his mother simultaneously by spending 99% of his conscious time in her bedroom.) Though frankly, thanks to some of the girls at the academy, he shouldn't have.

Roxas turned to go back into the cafeteria and grab his bag, but stopped abruptly when he saw a certain roommate of his come out from behind one of the building's beams. How long has she been there? Roxas tensed up, holding his breath and waiting for the worst.

Before he could get his feet to move, Larxene plastered that blank-face smirk across her face and began walking towards him; Roxas paled. Had she heard something?

The slim blonde bee-lined the last few feet, green eyes sparkling with mischief, to stand next to him and hand him his bag. Roxas made a strangled noise as too many emotions filled him at once. Did this mean she had just been waiting? Did she just want to give him his bag so they could go to class together?

While amidst his thoughts, Roxas hadn't noticed how close Larxene had gotten to him until she placed a hand firmly, almost painfully, onto his shoulder. He looked up at her, terrified. She knew. This was it. It was over. His roommate had found out.

A devilish grin spread across her face as she bent down to whisper in his ear, "So, who is this other Namine you were talking to? And, I wonder, could it possibly be that you are the gorgeous brother that Kairi was gushing over?"

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