Disclaimer: I do not own MFB or KH.

Note: Parts of this written content in this story are not made up by me. That credit goes to Kirameki87. Also for Roxas having 3 brothers and a hard working mother (also including the KH teachers and students in the cast.) are not made up by me. Give that credit to Xyphate (Yes, refer to KH High School Times). The whole idea for KHS to have firebirds as their mascot is actually made up by me. Here is the replacement cast. (This happens after KH High School Times.)

I'm not very good at the whole "updating" thing, am I?

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Also, Fanfiction isn't letting me log in, so this might be posted significantly later than it was written. Not that that makes a difference, or anything.

Oh well! Time for Music class!

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After our exciting adventure in Science class, most of us made our way to the History classroom for Music class. Most of us, meaning everyone except Sam. We didn't see him until the next day. Kyoya probably got fed up with him and sent him home.

How else would one explain the presence of a certain green haired teen in the classroom whispering angrily at Zeo?

We all sat down, and most of the class took to staring at Kyoya's hair. Something about it being green and gravity-defying. Really, they shouldn't be surprised. Practically every teacher this week had gravity defying hair in some unnatural color.

After a few minutes, Kyoya finally turned and noticed us. He glared at no one in particular, and stormed out through the hallway door. He tried slamming it, for dramatic effect, but the doors at the school are specifically designed to not slam. So Kyoya's attempt came out as more of an awkward stumble and a few kicks at the bottom of the door. He was pridefully limping for a few minutes after that.

Zeo broke the awkward silence following Kyoya's exit with a cough.

"…Uh… Good Morning! Today we are finger painting!"

Everyone stared at Zeo incredulously.

"No, really! I'm serious! Kyoya," Zeo said, gesturing to the door, "says that he needs us to finger paint using blue paint! And I didn't really have anything better planned, so we might as well!"

No one had a problem with this, regardless of how suspicious it sounded. We're just 11th graders. We're not planning on committing any major crimes any time soon, so it shouldn't be a problem that two seasons worth of TV show villains have our fingerprints, right?

Zeo supplied a few gallons or blue paint and a desk-sized piece of paper for each student, courtesy of Jack. Obviously no one had told Zeo not to trust 11th graders with paint. Or anything, really. But as long as we don't commit any major crimes, it's fine.

The class started fairly well. Most people used the paint to make their paper have the least amount of white possible. Others barely did anything. Sora, being as artistic as always, decided to make this cool design where all the blue dots started on one side and faded to white. I'm not sure if I mentioned this, but he is the neatest person I've ever met. Nothing he ever does makes a mess. So tell me, how the heck does he do finger painting without his hands getting slightest bit dirty?! Seriously, does he use psychic powers to paint, or something?! There isn't ANY paint on his hands! Some things, I'll never understand… (sigh.)

Angelique painted a very nice scene involving flowers and butterflies. And unlike some people, her hands actually had paint on them. That is good.

I, being the exact opposite of neat, painted some sort of explosion. An eternal explosion, mind you. In about three minutes, my hands were completely blue. I even managed to get paint on my nose. I haven't had the slightest idea on how that happened, though… but still. It might make Jack (and Mr. Wagner) think it's still artistic, even for a novice.

My classmates thought the idea was pretty cool, though, so some of the boys started putting war paint on their faces. The idea caught on, and soon everyone had some sort of blue mark on his or her face. Zeo tried frantically to stop the rising chaos, but to no avail. I almost felt bad for him. But if he can deal with Masamune, he should be able to deal with us. I'd mentioned multiple times to Sora that our classmates are akin to a stampede of Masamunes. I think Zeo can attest to that.

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It's so weird, writing myself as an 11th grader. Darn it I wish I was back at his school why'd I haft a move!

Anyhow, next up is Technology! … I think….!