Ch. 1: Welcome to Destiny Academy

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Prologue from Les Miserables

One Jump Ahead from Aladdin

Sora was wondering why this had to happen to him of all people.

Moving to Destiny Islands from Midgar was not how he wanted to start his senior year of high school. For starters, he won't know anybody, and he's already had a reputation for being shy at his old school, so making new friends will be hard enough. Also, Destiny Islands was known to be one of the most well-known tourist attractions in the world, so no doubt the beaches will be crowded all the time, never allowing him to have private walks to himself like he wanted. Plus, the thought of being surrounded by beautiful women in swimsuits that won't give him a second glance while he drools over them made him all the more disgruntled.

At least he was finishing high school in the best one on the island: Destiny Academy.

Part of the agreement Sora made with his parents upon moving was that he would choose the school he wanted to go to on his own. His parents, not short on money, agreed. He poured through the catalogs on his final night in Midgar, and immediately decided on Destiny Academy. Sora had wanted to become a writer for some time now, and he figured that this would be the best place for him to go to help him learn how to accomplish his goal, due to its esteemed fine arts program. He even started writing a memoir based on his high school experiences as practice.

There was only one problem.

He didn't have very many high school experiences. He mostly spent high school either studying or doing solitary activities such as video games, reading, writing, and watching movies. So, he made a personal vow to have senior year to be the year he goes out with a bang.

And oh boy, would he. For little does our protagonist know, his story won't be any regular story. His story, will be a MUSICAL!

...Not High School Musical though, that one sucks.

Just think of it as a combination of Moulin Rouge, Les Mis, various Disney movies, and possibly other rock songs, some well-known, some obscure.

Anyway, our story begins with Sora arriving to his new school. As he got out of his car and walked from the parking lot to the building, he looked around and watched as the students bustled and laughed as they interacted with eachother. Keeping to himself and tugging at his school uniform tie, he turned his attention to a group of boys in front of the school yard pushing a broken down car with all their might, and one boy with absurdly blue hair shouting at them to keep going. Sora tilted his head in confusion, wondering what was going on. His curiosity was answered though, when the group started to sing.

"Look down, look down, don't look him in the eye!"

"Look down, look down, you're here until you die!"

Sora raised an eyebrow. That sounded a little overdramatic. But the singing was something he found too interesting to walk away from. Plus, the group wasn't half bad. So he stood there, watching as one boy cried out.

"The sun, is strong! It's hot as hell below!"

The rest responded as such, "Look down, look down, there's two hours to go."

"I've done no wrong," one belted. "Sweet Jesus hear my prayer!"

"Look down, look down, sweet Jesus doesn't care!"

Was this some kind of detention? Judging from the students' expressions, Sora had to say yes.

"I know she'll wait! I'll know that she'll be true!"

"Look down, look down, they all forgotten you!"

Sora snorted. The kid must've had a planned meeting with a girlfriend or something and this... detention got in the way.

"When I get free, you won't see me, here for dust!"

A slight pause filled the air. Then, the person overseeing the group spoke.

"Alright, quit stalling! I want that car in the school auto shop before first period ends! I'll be sure to write passes to your teachers explaining where you've been, and don't think of running, because I have people watching!"

Sora shrugged and made his way across the yard to the school front door, when a singing voice stopped him.

"You there, student 24601!"

Sora burrowed his eyebrows as he turned to see the blue haired person managing the detention facing him. As he got closer, Sora began to take in his facial features. He had an x-shaped scar across the bridge of his nose, a permanent glare in his vicious golden eyes, and a scowl plastered onto his face. It was at this moment Sora realized the boy was a student. Must've been a class rep or something.

"What did you call me?" Sora asked quizzically.

"I have a mental record as to the approximate number of students in this school," the student explained, without singing. "My mind has registered you as the twenty four thousand, six hundred and first student to enter these premises."

"...Okay," Sora said as he proceeded to head towards the door. The student proceeded to stop him again, however. He started singing again.

"You stepped on the grass when you arrived. You know what that means?"

Sora figured he might as well play along. "No, I just got here."

"It means you get this yellow slip of reprimand. I'll let you off with a warning, but don't you test me boy."

The student proceeded to hand Sora said yellow slip, who snatched it reluctantly.

"I am a new student," Sora continued to sing. "I moved here from Midgar. I didn't know-"

"Well, now you do, so I hope you learn the meaning of the law."

"The law?" Sora scoffed. "I highly doubt not stepping on grass counts as the law."

The student glared at Sora. "That kind of attitude, will get you into trouble one day. Yes 24601."

"My name is Sora Fair."

"And I'm Saix. Do not forget my name. Do not forget me, 24601."

Sora rolled his eyes as he continued towards the front door. As he was about to open it, he heard the last lyrics the detention group let out:

"Look down, look down, you'll always be a slave. Look down, look down, you're standing in your grave."

Slightly perturbed by the ominous sound of that last line, Sora quickly shut the front door behind him and walked into the halls.

Once in the hallway, Sora looked around to see students walking up and down, in packs or by themselves. All were wearing the required school uniform: white shirt, tie, navy blue blazer and slacks for the boys, and white blouses, ties and skirts for the girls. Sora pulled out his schedule to check which of his classes he had first.

"Great," he muttered. "Calculus. Just what I needed."

He folded his schedule back up and began searching for his classroom. Locating it on the second floor, he opened the door.

Ring! Ring!

Sora ignored the bell as he walked in the class, but he was stopped by the teacher.

"You're tardy," the teacher said. "Go to the attendance office to get a slip."

Sora chuckled in disbelief. "It was right when I came in though."

The teacher continued to glare at him. "If you're not in the class before the bell rings, it counts as a tardy."

"But I'm new here," Sora protested. "How was I supposed to know?"

"Not my problem," the teacher dismissed. "Now go."

Sora grumbled under his breath as he went back out the door.

After he got his pass, the rest of his calculus class was spent with the teacher continuously glaring at him. Relieved when the bell rang, he got to his next class as quick as he could before the bell could ring. This time, his class was Astronomy. This class was better, since he was actually interested in the origins of and the myths behind the various constellations. The teacher was also much more lenient, not giving them homework on the first day and let the students listen to music and talk at the end of class, Sora choosing to do the former.

The next class was English, which Sora was excited about since he knew that was something he was good at. He was surprised when the teacher hasn't entered yet, but he was even more surprised when the teacher actually did enter.

The teacher had ruffled brown hair, with a scar running along his face, and a rather casual outfit consisting of a white shirt with rolled up sleeves and unbuttoned at the top, black slacks and black shoes. Truth be told, he looked more like a model than a teacher.

Sora proceeded to groan when he realized that the girls in his class will instantly start gushing about the teacher and make annoying attempts to impress him.

"My name is Mr. Leonhart," the teacher started. "Well, actually that's my father's name. You all can call me Leon."

He proceeded to write his name on the board.

"Now, I know what you're all thinking," Leon said with a smirk. "You're all sick of us trying to cram literary classics down your throats and forcing you to overanalyze your reading. Reading used to actually be fun, right?"

Some of the class murmured in agreement. The girls were simply staring at Leon in awe, while Sora scratched his chin in thought.

"Well, lucky for you guys, the English teachers here are allowed to have separate curriculums from each other, so this semester, I'm going to have you guys read books that other teachers won't normally do."

Leon then walked over to his desk and pulled a box from underneath it. He heaved it onto the desk and opened it.

"The first book we will read is called A Clockwork Orange. Who here has heard of it?"

Sora was the only one who raised his hand. He read the book numerous times and has seen the movie, and was happy to actually put what he read and learned from it to good use.

Leon clicked his tongue. "Really, people? So far the new guy is my favorite student. Sora, I presume?"

Sora lowered his hand and slowly nodded, weary of the students looking at him.

"Well, Sora, can you give us a basic synopsis of the novel?"

Sora shrugged and spoke up.

"It's basically about a delinquent in a dystopian future who is forced to undergo a procedure that removes all of his violent urges and how he copes with the aftermath. The book raises the question as to whether it is worth sacrificing a human's freewill in order to rid the person of evil, and whether forcing someone to be good is better than choosing to be good."

"Well said Sora," Leon grinned. "Though I think 'delinquent' is a bit of an understatement. And the rest of you will see why when you start reading."

After a basic explanation of Nadsat, the fictional slang the book is written in, the class proceeded to read the first chapter. Leon would stop them at various points in the reading for discussion, and Sora was rather impressed with how the students responded and the opinions they voiced about Alex and his actions.

"This must be a pretty horrible future if kids are allowed to pillage and rape every night."

"With all the violence in the media these days, maybe we'll become desensitized enough to act like this ourselves."

"When I have kids, they better not do this kind of crap."

Before Sora knew it, the bell rang signifying that it was time for lunch.

"Hey, Sora, can I speak with you for a moment?"

Sora was about to head out the door when he heard Leon's beckon. He shrugged and waited until the class was empty except for him and Leon.

"Where'd you move from?" Leon asked casually.

"Midgar," Sora answered.

"Really? I always wanted to go to a big city."

Sora chuckled. "Well, Midgar is the biggest of them all."

Leon nodded. "How are you liking your first day here so far?"

"It's different," Sora answered. "I've never really been to a private school before, so I'm not really used to everything around here yet."

"Well, if you ever need anything, let me know."

Sora smiled. "Thanks, Leon."

He then walked out the door.

When Sora got to the lunch room, he had no clue where to sit. All of the students here were unfamiliar to him, and there was only one person here who Sora actually knew, but he hasn't seen him the whole day.

"Sora!"

Until that moment, that is.

Sora turned just in time for a boy with spiky blond hair run right into him. Catching himself in time, Sora merely grinned at his accidental attacker.

"Roxas," he greeted. "Clumsy as ever, I see."

"Can't talk now cuz," Roxas panted. "We need to bolt."

Sora raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"There he is!"

Roxas yelped as he turned to see a trio of students coming towards him. The lead one had was blond and had, you guessed it, a scar running along his face, his navy jacket more of a long coat than a blazer. The cronies that flanked him looked equally tough, with the one on the left sporting a deep tan and the one on the right a girl with one of her eyes hidden by a bang from her silver hair.

"Give us back our stuff, Strife, and no one gets hurt!" the leader shouted.

Roxas grinned. "You have to catch me first!"

Roxas proceeded to pull Sora by the arm and run as fast as he could out of the cafeteria, not paying attention to the stares the two were receiving.

Sora rolled his eyes. "I see you still have yet to recover from your kleptomania."

"I wouldn't call it kleptomania," Roxas shrugged. "Just a fun pastime to get things that I need but Seifer and the other jocks don't need."

The cousins turned the corner, only to face the aforementioned Seifer and his gang, with a savage grin etched to his face.

"Doesn't seem like it's worth it," Sora noted.

"Sure it is," Roxas countered. "As long as you keep…"

The music started up again.

"One jump, ahead of the breadline,"

The tan guy proceeded to lunge at Roxas, who jumped out of the way.

"One swing, ahead of the fist,"

The girl threw a punch that Roxas also dodged. The duo proceeded to run further from the trio.

"I steal only what I can't afford."

Sora rolled his eyes. "That's everything."

Roxas ignored him. He looked behind to see the thugs still chasing them.

"One jump, ahead of the assholes. That's all and that's no joke."

Roxas shrugged. "These guys don't appreciate I'm broke."

It seemed as though everywhere Sora and Roxas turned, Seifer and his friends were waiting for them.

"Stop thief!"

"Get him!"

"You're gonna get it now, y'know?"

"Just a little snack guys?" Roxas sang apologetically.

"Rip him open, take it back, guys!"

Roxas shrugged at Sora. "I can take a hint, gotta face the facts, Sora can you cover for me?"

"What?"

Roxas then ran ahead, leaving Sora with a glaring Seifer and co.

"Heheh," Sora chuckled. "I just moved here so… care to introduce yourselves?"

"The name's Seifer," the blond kid growled. "And this here is Fuu,"

He pointed to the girl.

"And Rai."

He pointed to the tan boy.

"We're the Destiny Academy Disciplinary Committee," Seifer explained with a nasty grin. "And we deal out the necessary punishments for people who cross us like Roxas."

This stirred Sora's memory of his arrival. "You wouldn't happen to be working with a kid named Saix, right?"

The three shuddered at the mention of that name.

"…Not officially," Seifer muttered nervously.

"It's better if he remains unaware of us, y'know," Rai added.

"Scary," Fuu stated.

Before any of them could remember why they were there, a stream of water hit the Disciplinary Committee and knocked them over. Sora turned to see Roxas holding what looked to be an orange and green water minigun.

"You didn't think I'd just leave you here, did ya?" Roxas grinned.

"Could've fooled me," Sora countered wryly.

The two continued to run throughout the hallways, with their pursuers getting up and continuing the chase.

The singing started again.

"One jump, ahead of the hoofbeats,"

"Asshole!"

"One hop, ahead of the hump,"

"Bastard!"

"One trip, ahead of disaster,"

"Y'know!"

"They're quick, but I'm much faster,"

"Slow down!"

The cousins proceeded to stop in front of a dumbwaiter between the lockers. Roxas then opened it.

"Here goes, better throw my hand in, wish me happy landin', all you gotta do is…"

It took a few seconds for Sora to realize he was being pushed down the dumbwaiter, protesting and screaming in shock along the way, with Roxas following suit.

"Juuuuuuuummmmmppppp!"

A/N: A musical high school AU fic! Watch as I subject the Kingdom Hearts characters to random musical numbers involving songs from better and non-fanfiction media. Mwahahahahahahaha!

Also, this fic will replace High School Never Ends, since I felt like I couldn't get anywhere with that one and that this one will be more fun to write. Just add it to the schedule of my other ten thousand (5) stories.

Reviews are welcome.