Psychoticbunny: Yo! This is my fourth fic! Before you read this, I would just like you to know that this story is not, I repeat, not happy. Or funny. Or joyous. Yeah you get the point. So if you want to read something funny, you can check out one of my other stories. Right. Onto the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: Me no own. You no sue.

Lawyers: Aw.

Warnings: Shounen-ai (later), cursing (maybe), character death (and lots of it), and suicide.

Roxas: Great. The only time the fanfic's about me, it's really depressing. This sucks.

"…" is talking. Exp: "Hi I'm Bob."

'…' is flashback talking. Exp: 'Hi I'm Bob,' he had said.

Enjoy!

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The problem started in middle school. Seventh grade to be exact. The medicine wasn't working. Nothing ever worked. By ninth grade I was ready to give up on life. And this is where my story begins.

"As I was saying," said the old man in front of me, "you need to pull your act together. If you keep on failing chemistry, you will leave me with no choice but to put you in Summer School."

I nodded my head to show that I understood. Of course I did. It was hard not to notice the negative comments on my tests and the frowns on my parents' faces when they got my report card.

"If you fail another test, I'm afraid I'll have to assign you a tutor." He sighed, "Now here's a pass for your next class. Please try to improve."

I gave another nod before exiting the empty classroom and hurrying off to my next class.

What was the point of improving? I had already gotten lectures from the other teachers about the same thing. About how I needed to get motivated. About how they were going to call my parents if I kept on failing. Next would be a lecture form my parents and another psychologist to waste money on.

What was the point of living in general? One thing was for sure: I wasn't good at it. School wasn't the only thing in my life that was messed up. My family was going through difficult times because my cousin, Sora, had recently fallen seriously ill. My mother and father often visited him, leaving me behind with an empty house and our cat. My parents, they didn't like me. They had always liked Sora better. He was "the good one," the one that always did everything perfectly while I was "the bad one," the one who always the one who had problems with everything and screwed up life. They acted as if he was their son and I was just some orphan kid they picked up off the streets. I didn't care if Sora died. I wanted him to die! How come he got everything and I was left with nothing?

I came to my locker and angrily ripped it open, shoving my books inside. I took out my other books and slammed the abused blue piece of metal shut, then proceeding to rest my head on it in an attempt to cool my anger. I rubbed my spiky blond locks on the cool metal surface until a teacher spotted me and yelled at me to get to class. I sped off towards my math class.

"Roxas, you're late," said Mrs. Rosenbloom, a middle-aged woman who wore glasses with a circular frame. Her light brown hair was held up in a tight neat bun at the top of her head. Her hazel eyes gave me a harsh glare as she grudgingly accepted the pass I had gotten from Mr. Freed.

I scurried to the back of the classroom and slipped into my seat.

"Now as I was saying before I was interrupted," I felt like two holes would appear in my eyes if Mrs. Rosenbloom kept on glaring at me, "we have a new student. Please say hello to Hayner."

An unfamiliar boy sitting two seats away from me stood up shyly. I guess I hadn't noticed him before. A couple of people smiled and waved. I wasn't one of them.

Math class crept by slowly and steadily as usual.

"Before we leave," Mrs. Rosembloom added at about one minute until the bell rang, "would someone be kind enough to lead Hayner to his next class?"

A couple of students raised their hands.

"Roxas!" Mrs. Rosenbloom called suddenly, "You may escort Hayner. Now remember class, you have a test on Tuesday so be sure to study!"

My classmates all sped out the door at the sound of the bell. I went over to get Hayner who was currently struggling to gather his things.

I hadn't had much of a chance to look at him earlier. He was the average height and was on the skinny side. His short blond hair flipped all over the place as he hurriedly scribbled down the homework on the chalkboard, his large brown eyes darting to and fro. All in all, nothing about him was spectacular.

"Thanks for waiting," he said.

I looked up to find that he was done packing up.

"No problem," I muttered inaudibly.

"Let's see…" he started as he pulled out his schedule, "next I've got…lunch!"

"Oh same," I said quietly.

"Hey dude, is something wrong?" he asked with a genuinely concerned face.

Was something wrong? Of course something was wrong! Everything was wrong!

"No, I'm fine. Just kind of tired," I lied adding a fake yawn afterwards.

"Okay then. I guess we should go now," the kid, what was his name? Oh yes. Hayner said.

"Okay," I said.

I led him to his locker and then to the cafeteria. He made several attempts to talk to me on the way down, however, I ended all of the conversations immediately. I didn't like talking to people. Hayner seemed slightly upset by this.

"Dude, are you sure that you're okay?" he asked again.

"Yes," I answered.

We turned left and went down a flight up stairs to be greeted by two large wooden doors.

"Here it is," I said in a monotone.

I entered the noisy room and directed Hayner to the lunch line. I had brought my own lunch so I departed from him to sit in my usual corner. No one else sat at my table, but I was just fine with that.

"Yo," said a familiar blond about five minutes later.

"Yo," I replied with a trace of a scowl on my face. Hayner was beginning to get annoying. He was almost like a persistent gnat.

"Can I sit here?" he asked politely. I shrugged in response.

"Thanks," he said. He took the seat next to me and started to chatter about random things. I sent him a glare, but he didn't seen to notice it.

Much to my dismay, it turned out we had the rest of our classes together. Currently, it was fourth period. I wondered if I would be able to stay sane for another five periods with him stalking me.

"Listen," I said, cutting him off as he blabbed about something that had to do with volleyball, "I really don't like you. I've been glaring at you for the last ten minutes or so, but you still won't shut up. So I'm just going to be blunt. Leave me alone."

His mouth formed a small "o" of surprise. He turned back to his sandwich and stared at it for a while.

I didn't care much for peoples' feelings; it wasn't like they ever cared for mine, yet seeing Hayner looking so pathetic and defeated made a rare pang of guilt shoot through my heart.

"I'm sorry," I found myself apologizing, "It's just that my life's been kind of rocky lately and I guess I'm just a bit cranky."

"Nah, it's my fault. I'm sorry I'm annoying, but this is the first time since elementary school that I've been able to sit and talk with someone like this."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Oh…I…I…It's…uh it's…it's n-nothing," he stuttered.

"No, what do you mean?" I repeated.

"I…I…I have to go!" he exclaimed.

He chucked his half-eaten sandwich in the nearest garbage can before disappearing into the massive crowd of hungry teenagers. I, too, dumped my lunch in the trash and sat back down in my corner. I had just made another student hate me. Yay.

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The white door made a small thud as I didn't take care to close it gently. I left my shoes stranded near the front door. My parents weren't home anyway. Our cat, Olette, padded up to me and rubbed her soft brown head against my right leg, greeting me with a purr.

"Hello Olette," I said as I bent down to stroke her head lovingly. She let out another purr.

"Roxas?" called a female voice.

A pale girl with sparkling blue eyes walked up to me.

"Namine! I didn't notice you!" I said.

Namine was a good friend of mine. She was home-schooled and her visits were scarce, but she was the only friend I had.

We met eight years ago. I was crying on the swings on the school playground when she sauntered up to me.

'Why are you crying?' she asked.

'M-my parents are m-m-mad at me!' I sobbed to the strange girl.

And strange she was indeed. Not many children my age could be seen in plain white dresses and matching sandals that were clearly several sized too big for them. I later found out that it was her parents' way of saving money: They bought her one dress and one pair of shoes and let her grow into them, saving them the trouble of buying her new clothes every year.

'Why are they mad?' she questioned.

'I g-g-got a b-bad grade on m-my spelling t-t-test!' I cried.

'That's not so bad, is it?'

'It wouldn't be if I didn't fail every spelling test. I only got two right this time,' I said, calming down after about an hour of crying, 'I just wish I wasn't stupid.'

'Who says you're stupid?' she asked.

'Everyone,' I said.

'I don't.'

'Huh?'

'I don't think you're stupid.'

She smiled warmly.

'I don't think you're stupid, Roxas.'

'How do you know my name?' I asked in surprise.

'I dunno. You just seemed like a Roxas.'

A couple of days later, she had shown up at my door, saying that it had "just felt like my house."

"Hey Roxas!" she greeted, "Long time, no see!"

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Wanna go on a walk?" she suggested.

We often went on walks, talking about various topics or problems that had come up in our lives. I could still remember our first one. It was hard to forget.

'They call me a witch,' said the blond girl suddenly.

'Huh? Who calls you a witch?' I asked.

'My parents. They call me a witch. I am a witch. Think about it. I know peoples' names before they introduce themselves; I know where they live even if they haven't given me their address. If I really put my mind to it, I can find out anything about a person even if I have only seen them once in my life. How did I know Sora was sick? I'm a witch.'

She wasn't crying. She was just staring at the ground like there was nothing more interesting in the world to look at. I peeked through her uneven bangs to see her usual bright and cheery eyes overflowing with such hurt it made my heart ache.

'I guess you hate me now. It's okay to say you do. I'm used to it by now. No one likes the witch child,' she stated as if she was simply making a comment about the weather.

'That isn't true,' I disagreed.

'Don't lie to me. I'm just fine with everyone hating me. I'm happy like this,' she said.

'I already told you, that isn't true,' I repeated firmly, 'Everyone can't hate you because unless I don't count, I know one person who likes you.'

She lifted her head up and her eyes met with mine as she let out a disbelieving, 'Really?'

'Hey, if you can accept me, the stupid kid, then I can accept you, the witch kid,' I said as a grin snuck its way onto my face.

She smiled shyly in return.

"Okay," I said as I gathered my shoes and slipped them back on. She joined me at the door and we stepped outside.

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Psychoticbunny: Okay. I just want to make sure that everyone realizes that ROXAS AND NAMINE ARE ONLY FRIENDS! There will be absolutely NO romantic relationship between them. No offense to fans, but that is one couple that I just can't stomach. This story is AxelxRoxas. (Don't worry. Axel will come in later.) Also, if I'm getting the eye colors wrong, whatever. It doesn't matter anyway. I also apologize if the characters are ooc and apologize in advance for slow and tedious updates. I'm a bad updater. Here are the characters' ages:

Roxas: 14

Namine: 14

Hayner: 14

Olette: I dunno. 2 maybe? It won't matter.

Mr. Freed: Who cares? He's some old geezer I put in there because I didn't feel like making Organization XIII teachers. They'll have more important parts. Trust me, he won't be in the story a lot.

Mrs. Rosenbloom: Same as Mr. Freed.

Roxas: Please review! Free pie for all reviewers!