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Kingdom Hearts Highschool	By : Tihmm2 Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 707 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 1-Kingdom Hearts Highschool
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DISCLAIMER- I don’t own shit.
RATING- Extreme XXX
RANT- Things may seem confusing at first, but you’ll get it. And Sorry to those who come across this looking for FF7 stuff... For some reason, it wouldn’t let me choose from anything BUT Final Fantasy stuff... and since I use FF7 characters, I just said ‘Eh’... I’ll fix it later.
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MONDAY
Second Block. First Term. Second, Close to Third Month in the School Year.
Ansem's Math Class.
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Everyone was laughing rather gleefully, or sat along the edges of the classroom bored beyond all reason, as the teacher sat at his desk grading papers.
There were paper airplanes lining the "Skies", people sitting at the windows, and desks turned in every direction-either being left that way in empty space or sat in by groups of friends that took the time to chat about various things.
It was a free day in Professer Ansem's class, which was rare, and everyone was more then taking advantage of it.
Axel and Xigbar sat near the back together-Axel finishing up some last minute homework as Xigbar stretched a rubber-band between his fingers. The latter of the two was busy trying to find the perfect target, much too busy to notice that everyone had suddenly looked toward the door.
Axel, who seemed to have the perfect attention span, looked toward the front of the classroom in small interest as a young man entered slowly. He then nudged Xigbar out of his trance using his elbow, eyes still planted to the front of the room as they raked over the new kid.
"Check it out..." Axel muttered to him, pointing at the entrance.
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A rather tall, long haired student stood in the door-glancing around the classroom with a smirk. The color of his hair was a pinkish-purple and his eyes seemed to have a decieving kind of honesty…which Axel noticed as the two locked gazes for a moment.
The rather average uniform of white dress-shirt, black pant, and navy tie seemed to look rather ravishing on his slightly muscled form, and even seemed to be complimented by the young man’s unusually feminine hairstyle-a look that was made rather hansome on him.
Professer Ansem looked up, very unconcerned. "Class, this is Marluxia something'n'something....” He waved a hand in dismissal to show how little he cared as he mummbled the boy’s introduction. “Go sit with Axel, one of our better students. He'll show you around later, or something... Oh, he's the kid with the huge red hair, so you know."
With that, Ansem the Fake returned to his work-a.k.a. his excuse for ignoring his students’ existance.
Marluxia, again, took a glance around the room and smiled broadly on locating Axel-finding it to be none other then the boy who had caught his interest when he had first arrived. He walked across the room and took a seat near him and Xigbar, not even questioning whether or not they wanted him there.
"Hey there, uhm, Axel-right?" He said, eyes fixed on the other’s massive red spires.
This one’s hair was so…So unusual, yet soft-looking. So playful, and probably strong enough to withstand a few good tugs. So perfectly placed along the other boy’s pale brow and broad shoulders. So…
So his type.
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Axel chuckled rather darkly at the bravery of the new kid, already enjoying the extra company. Xigbar just went back to targetting innocent kids for his rubber-band assaults.
"Yes, thats me. Axel… A-X-E-L. Commit it to memory, got that?" His voice was sarcastic as he spoke through a strangely polite sneer. "Marluxia, right? Or shall I just call you ‘Mar Mar’?"
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On the other side of the room, sitting at one of the crowded window sills, a young blonde-about the age of the other three-sat with three others. He had tuned out of what Olette was saying about some Mark guy to stare over in Marluxia and Axel's direction.
Somehow, the new kid made him depressed…
Why couldn't he have that same kind of courage and walk over to Axel to talk...? Then again, having the bravery to walk over to Axel wasn't a problem. It was the stuttering of words after the fact.
He sighed, remembering the time he had stopped Axel in the hall to say hello when the red-head was getting to his locker.... and choked on his own throat.
Looking from Marluxia to Axel, he noticed the rather familiar red-head glancing over at him... and he had a rather paculiar face on-like he might have been expecting something.
Probably wants to know why the hell I'm looking at him. I need to seriously stop that... Roxas thought as he jerked away quickly-not noticing at all how Axel had begun to casually, if not cheerfully, wave in his direction-to laugh at a joke one of the more generic kids in their little group had said.
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Axel turned away from Roxas, his smile fading a bit to stare back at Marluxia.
"Don't worry. You'll get used to the schedule," he assured his new-found friend in a rather neutral, sweet voice-his usual tone-before even being told anything. He mostly just began this bit of conversation in order to keep the new guy from questioning anything that just happened-knowing full well that, despite how little of it showed, he did just have a few mood switches the past few seconds.
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"I'm not that worried about the schedule, really." Marluxia replied calmly, as it truly was one of the things lowest on his worry list.
Schedules could be figured out simply, but people? That was something that would take time...Not saying he wouldn’t mind taking all the time in the world to get to know his two new associates.
Yes, even the scarred-face man had caught his eye-though not quite as much as the adorable red-head. Still, the purple-haired teen found the older-looking male’s appearance to be quite questionable…very attractive in his own right. And the eye-patch didn’t help matters.
Everything about this guy had Marluxia wanting to know more about how he got that way, wanting to see more of that body’s damage…
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Xigbar snorted at them both-finding the quick “friendship” a little annoying, just as the bell began to ring.
"Finally..." He murmered, having gotten sick of just sitting around real quick-glad for the change in classes.
They all began to gather their things-well, mostly Xigbar and Axel. Marluxia only had a notebook with him so he merely stood aside and observed the two.
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Roxas had been dragged out of the door by Pence and Olette, which he was glad for.
The rush of being shoved out of the classroom didn’t give him a chance to glance at the “Trio” of teens on the way out-which is something he would have done out of a subconcious desire to be depressed… Something that Axel and the thought of him with other guys could instill in him quite easily.
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