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Zexion held his hand up for a second as a wave. "See you in an hour," he said before the warning bell rang. With that, he walked down the hallway... Just to be stalked by his subconscious thoughts. Her hand really was soft... He literally stopped in the middle of the hallway to get ahold of himself. What is wrong with you, Zexion? Pull yourself together! You're starting to sound like an old pedophile. Sighing, he pulled his own schedule out of his pocket to observe it. First class... Yes! Library assistant! A faint smile of victory grew on his lips as he made his way to the library.

(( You're a conspiracy. B3 )) Sighing, Zexion muttered, "Like that. You have to be careful with that last phrase." Not that Axel would have a problem with anyone else using his catchphrase, but it was best to be on the safe side. With his free hand, he opened the folder to take a look at Xion's schedule. First class is... Oh jeez, Mr. Sa

I think Imma get Kid in on the action. B3

I think Imma raep you and your Chrona set.

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(( >.> It's a conspiracy. )) Suddenly, they heard a commotion. Zexion peered down the hall to see a group of seniors picking on a small freshman. "Tch," he snorted in disgust, "this early in the morning, and the hunt's already begun." After a moment's thought, he went ahead and grabbed Xion's hand. "Come on. It's a jungle out here. I'll get you to your class." As they walked, Zexion thought of how soft Xion's hand was. He even became suspicious that his subconscious wanted to hold her hand on purpose. That's it, he thought, when you get to the library, you're getting a novel with a smooth cover. "If you want to live throughout the year," he began, as a way to distract himself, "it's best to keep to yourself. Saying anything that rubs people the wrong way, and they'll prance without a moment's thought. Got it?"

I think you're very sexyobservant! 8D /shot

I think I like your face. ;3 [lolwhut?]

(( O-O Dude... That's really close to my lock combination... )) Zexion stood there, waiting for Xion to open her locker. Of course, he should have known better that she wouldn't so easily open her lock. On her third try, he became a bit impatient. Sighing, he crouched down and set Xion's hands aside... but not before remembering how soft they were. Letting her hands go, Zexion looked at the sticky note with a glance before dialing the numbers in. With a tug, the lock opened. "These locks tend to be difficult to open at first," Zexion explained, "since they haven't been used over the summer. The more you use it, the easier it'll get." Opening the locker, he took the courtesy of putting her backpack in her locker. After all, it was the first day of school. Students didn't necessarily need all of their stuff. Locking the locker back up, he stated, "We'll go find where your first class is. Then, I'll come check up on you after all of your classes to help you find the other classes, okay?"

I think we're secret lovers. B3

They began walking, with Xion leading the way. Zexion scanned all of the lockers that she passed by, just in case they accidentally passed by her locker. ... I wonder if they have that one book by Annette Curtis Clause... Zexion thought as his mind went back to the library. However, he returned to reality when someone ran into his shoulder. When that student didn't apologize, he merely cursed under his breath as he resumed looking at the lockers. There's my locker, he made a mental note in his mind. As he looked forward to make sure he didn't lose his freshman, Zexion made eye contact with her. It was only a moment before Xion looked back forward. What is with her? he thought as he looked back at the lockers. "Hey, Xion, here's your locker."

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"Yeah, at least once a month," Zexion confirmed. For the sake of his sanity, he hoped that she wasn't one of those girls that go to the office everyday and demand that they see their senior guide immediately. When he realized that he was still holding Xion's hand, he let go of her, but not after an odd thought approached him. Her hands are soft... he absentmindedly thought, but he dismissed it with, I guess all freshmen still have baby skin. "So," Zexion began, "I guess we should get started with finding your locker."

Zexion had sighed inside in his mind. Great, he thought, I have one of those girls... Oh well, I only have to see her once a month, anyways, but still, I have to show all of her classes. All day. I wonder if the library has any new books in this year? There wasn't that much last year.... He had gotten ahold of himself, trying to not go off-topic. Putting one hand in his pocket, Zexion held out another hand to Xion, stating, "My name's Zexion. I'll be your senior guide throughout the year. You know, make sure you settle in and whatnot."

[align=center](I originally intended this to be a one-shot, but I realized that I wasn't going to capture enough in this one scene, so if you're wondering why it starts off with this intense drama, that's why. >.>) This chapter is from Xion's PoV. Zexion X Xion (some yaoi) Kingdom Hearts belongs to Square Enix and Disney.[/align] "Oh. Xion, you didn't know?" I didn't. "Axel and I are going out." My response? "Oh, how silly of me." It was stupid of me to even like him. After all, he's my best friend, that's the way it should stay. Yet, it still hurt. Instantly, I raised my hand. "Yes, Xion?" the teacher called. Choking back the tears for a moment, I asked, "May I please go to the restroom?" "Okay, but hurry back. We're going over our lesson." Without a moment to waste, I sped out of the classroom. Since I wasn't in the comfort of my own home, the next best place for me to hide out in was the girls' restroom, in the west wing, on the third floor, during third period. No one went to that restroom during that time. It is rather sad that I would know this sort of stuff. As I turned the corner, I let my mind loose for a brief second as I saw his locker. As that unfaithful conversation re-entered my mind, my eyes began to water. I charged into a sprint, entering the restroom as the first tear escaped. As my eyes continued to leak, I rushed into a stall, locking the door. As I sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, I allowed my tears to be free. As I cried, it felt as though I'd been crying for half an hour, even though it was merely ten seconds. The one thing that I should have done before emptying my eyes out was make sure that no one else was in the room. "Hello?" The sudden voice had muted me. The voice was a bit deep, almost like a male's. "Unless that's a freshman crying, I should let you know that this is the men's restroom." I froze. Oops. I guess I didn't pay attention to which restroom I went into. "S... Sorry," I croaked, "I'll be out soon." As I tried to clean my face off with my arms, I heard footsteps approach. A pair of Vans stopped in front of the stall that I was in. "Care to talk about it?" he asked. I was slightly surprised that this random guy was even asking such a thing from me. "... It's kind of stupid, really," I admitted, giving a weak smirk. "I don't mind," the guy said as he sat down. I saw his fadish-blue jeans, dark grey sleeves, and the bottom of his grey shirt. His hands that held him up looked so smooth. I stared down at my converses, trying to find a way of explaining myself. "Have you ever had someone close to you, you think they might be the one?" "Not really," he said after a moment's thought. I continued to think of how to word things. However, I was finding it to be very difficult. The more I thought on the topic, the more I neared my waterworks again. ".... Roxas, he... he's my best friend... but... but he's...." By this point, my strength to hold back all of my tears vanished. As I continued to cry, the guy muttered, "Oh..." Assumably, he knew exactly what I was talking about. That also means that, until now, I was the only one that didn't know that Roxas and Axel had a thing. "Hey," he began, "if it helps, I didn't know until a week ago." "R-really...?" I sniffled. "Yeah," he said. "Axel's one of my friends, yet he never told me. Such a friend he turns out to be..." I briefly chuckled as my leaking lessened. "I'm guessing that your situation's rather different, huh?" I gave a pointless nod. "What's your name?" "... Xion," I said. Suddenly, the guy chuckled. My confusion led me to a light blush. "What?" "Our names," he stated, "they're almost similar. I'm Zexion." I lightly laughed. After all, they kind of did. "So, are you really intending on staying in there all class period?" "I could ask you the same thing," I remarked with a smirk. "I need to finish my book," Zexion said, showing me a quick glimpse of its light orange cover, "but Prof. Vexen won't allow me to read during Chemistry class. It's urgent for me to finish it before lunch starts." I laughed. I found it rather odd for a boy to be so serious when it comes to reading novels. "But why the restroom?" I asked. I suddenly became self-cautious of all of the germs on the floor. "Don't worry," he said, "my friend, Xeroe has the decency to clean every corner of this place for his own satisfaction." Oh, how convenient, I guess. "I'm guessing that you're done crying...?" It had come to my realization that my water-show had ended for quite awhile. Smiling, I said softly, "Yeah, I am. Thank you." Zexion didn't say anything for a moment. I had figured that he became embarrassed or something. "I'd probably get in trouble if I walk out with a girl," he stated, "if you know what I mean, so you should probably head on back to class." Giving another pointless nod, I wiped the dry tears off of my face before I unlocked the door. As the door swung open, I was awestricken for a moment. Zexion's face was as smooth and pale as his hands were. His eye was mesmerizing, having the same color and glisten as a swimming pool. His other eye was covered by his one-sided blue-grey bangs. He was rather cute, and familiar.... "I've seen you before," I stated, still surprised. "You're in a couple of Axel's classes." "And I've seen you hanging out with Axel and Roxas a couple of times," Zexion said, having the same expression that I had. The mention of Roxas' name almost pained me, but I held that wave of grief down. "Well, see you around, Zexion," I said as I stood up, giving a faint smile. As I began to leave, Zexion replied, "Same to you."

Oh, Lexi, you sly devil, you... B3 To be quite honest, Zexion had really intended on staying home that day. He stayed in late, the previous night, at his job. Sleep was what he wanted to accomplish. However, after many pleads, and threats, from his mother, he felt that he had no choice. Grabbing his book-bag, Zexion stepped out of his out and walked down the sidewalk. There was a plus side for living on the same street as his school, and that was the opportunity to not ride on that obnoxious, filthy bus of his. Walking down the sidewalk, listening to music through his earbuds, without anyone bugging him was one of his peaceful times. Entering the front doors of the school, Zexion didn't notice, at first, Headmaster Xemnas calling him. Of course, until he pulled one of the earbuds out. "I swear," Headmaster Xemnas sighed, "I should ban these electronics..." "What is it, Headmaster?" Zexion asked, slightly adjusting his bangs with the flick of his head. (Because that's just darn-right sexy.) "You're a senior this year, correct?" Xemnas asked. When Zexion nodded as a response, the headmaster continued, "And you know that you need volunteer points to graduate, yes? Well, here is your first opportunity. It's quite simple, really. I assign you to one of this year's freshmen, and you must help them around. You can check up on them once a month, or more, to see how they're doing. How does that sound?" "Alright, I guess," Zexion answered, "but my opinion doesn't necessarily matter, since it's mandatory." Smirking, Xemnas said, "Precisely. Now, here's your freshman that you're assigned to." He handed Zexion a folder. As the blue-haired boy opened it, it revealed a picture of a girl with short, black hair and dark blue eyes, as well as her schedule. Under the name showed her name-- Xion. "Okay, so where is she--" Zexion began, but as he looked up, the headmaster was gone. Sighing, he muttered, "Of course he disappears on me..." Suddenly, someone bumped into Zexion. It caught him off-guard, at first, making him lose his balance. However, taking a simple step forward soon regained that. As he looked back, the first thing that he noticed was the girl's tomboyish, black hair. As he saw her face, he instantly recognized her as his freshman. "Are you... Xion?" he asked.

Hi Squa-a-a-Leon! Welcome to KH13. You can talk to me anytime.

EDIT: Spot has been claimed! [align=center]I have the urge to do a ZekuShi / ZeXion / VIxXIV / Zexion x Xion RP, yet I don't know who would be willing to participate in such a thing. ._.' So, it's first come, first serve! ;D Whoever posts here first can be in the RP with me. You can choose your character first (Zexion or Xion), and I get who you don't choose. A little RPing sample would be much appreciated as well. Simple plot: It's high school. Xion is the new girl in school. Zexion, the common emo kid, must be her guide around the school. Show her where her classes are, where the offices are, where the restrooms were... However, will this isolated boy become friends with this shy girl, or...?[/align]

"The mission should be fairly simple," Roxas explained. "We just have to go check what shenanigans are going on at the manor of this place. You can go ahead and check out that tree of yours on the way there." He threw in his usual grin and chuckle. Roxas was never so sure why he was this open with Axel. Maybe it was a "best friends" thing. He could ask Axel about it later... Standing up, Roxas held his hand out to Axel, saying with a grin, "Well, let's get going, partner!"

Ohhhhhh yeeeeeaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh.... B3

I must accomplish rule number three. >B3 Name: Timberlin "Timber" Ashcroft Age: 19 Personality: Timber is quite stubborn. He has a hard time trusting others, especially those who claim that they can change his fate. He has a tendency to talk to himself. He is very observant of some situations, though he can sometimes overthink things. Bio: At the age of six, Timber was told by his two parents and their priest that he was destined to kill his sister. He thought that it was all rubbish, for he didn't have a sister. However, nine months later, he was proven wrong. Over the years, he was able to see why he would kill his sister. She was loud, annoying, and distractive. Yet, at the age of twelve, Timber discovered something that was odd to him. His sister looked up to him, depended on him. This girl's role as the younger sister had taken a toll on Timber. He suddenly found himself protective over him and, eventually, denying both of their destinies. However, Timber became suspicious of everyone else. His parents, his priest, everyone. The more that they talked to him about his destiny, the more he was convinced that they were going to force his fate onto him. Paranoia led him to send his - then - nine-year-old sister away. He believed it to be best if he never saw his sister again. Sickened of his family, he left his home a month later. Appearence: He has short, fading-black hair. His eyes are an amber color, very much like his mother's. He currently wears a white button-up shirt with a beige vest, black dress pants, and dress shoes. Sample: "Who are you to say what I should do?" Timber demanded. His parents merely looked down at him with saddened, misty eyes. Suddenly, a mischievous smirk grew on his lips. "You know, you didn't have to tell me. That would've made this whole situation a lot simpler, but no. You had to make things difficult. Do you want me to break or something?! Some sad excuse of parents you are." "Timbe--" his mother began, her voice cracking as she neared tears. At the sight of his wife in pain, Timber's father marched up to him with a stern finger, exclaiming, "Listen here, young man! Stop your rebellion this instant, or--" "Or what?" Timber intervened. "You're going to lecture me? Ha! I'd expect better from you, Father. Then again, I expected many things. I expect you to hit me, hoping that I would whip into shape. I expect you to lock me in my room as a way of punishment. I expect you to make sure that I don't hurt my sister, your own daughter!" A shocked expression planted on his father's face. He was unable to find any words. Timber's smug look faded away. "Tch. Just as I expected." As Timber headed for the front door, he murmured, "I wish that it was my fate to kill you both..."

........ What? D: