Disclaimer: I do not own Kingdom Hearts or any of the characters.

On a side note, this is my first, long, multi-chapter story in a different genre. It has taken months for me to actually get through the first few chapters. Any questions about this story are welcomed and helpful criticism is greatly appreciated.

The Thoughts

"Xion, get over here!" I took my time walking over, eying the players of the Struggle team as they practiced swinging their bats at each other, the majority of them were thinking about winning this year's tournament and winning the attention of all the cheerleaders. "Guess who's taking me to the dance?" I stared at my blonde haired friend in her cerulean eyes in boredom. Topics like these were in none of my interests.

Roxas. I was actually going to guess the new kid in school. He was shy like her but overall mysterious and I kind of shipped them but Roxas was good enough.

Namine is dressed in a baby blue gown with her hair in a shimmering up-do like she was going to some fancy party or even a wedding. He picked her up in his expensive, glossy limo in a fastidious tux. He swept her off her feet and carried her in the vehicle and blah, blah, blah. Looking into her mind about this stuff was mind-numbing. Every time she had feelings for a guy she pictured the same thing except different places and such but the plot was always the same.

"Hey!" Namine shouted, waving her hand violently in my face back and forth, causing a breeze to sweep by my face. Her long, frilly shirt swung around with her movement. "Are you listening?" She brought her face up close to mine as if gesturing her hands wouldn't have caught my attention. I blinked and took a step back, uncomfortable by the closeness.

"Yeah, I am." I replied, crossing my arms with glazed eyes. I really didn't want to listen to what she had to say because I knew every thought that raced into her mind. What she was about to say was predictable so I changed things up a bit. "Let me guess, Roxas is taking you?" I tried to act oblivious when all along I knew precisely what she was thinking.

She hopped up a bit in exhilaration, something all the girly girls did around here when their crush was brought up. "How did you know?" Her voice was higher pitched than usual and a mile long smile was stretched across her face with a splash of rose on her cheeks. I noticed from the corner of my eye the cheer squad jumping and swaying their pom-poms in the air. To be honest in my opinion, cheer is NOT a sport.

I smiled, turning my attention back to Namine. I had thought of all possible responses to this question before she had asked it. I could've said I simply read her mind but that would be too much for her to handle, I mean the only person who knows I have this ability is my mother and that's how it will stay. "Well," I started off while gesturing my hand to her as my head was held high. I tried to hide my pride through this; I mean I felt like a boss when I knew the answer to everything. "I always see you guy's talking together every time; all of the girls like him." Roxas would often talk to me in Algebra and I guess he's a humorous, though an inhibited guy. He had blonde, windswept spikes and bangs that at times swept over his blue eyes.

She twirled her blonde hair with her finger and stared at the ground, still with burning cheeks and that small smile which still lingered. She was reminiscing the first moment they had met, which was in art class. To get her to push the conversation onward I was going to mention the guys practicing for the tournament this weekend but shockingly, she changed the subject.

"I've got to get the posters done for the game on Saturday." She picked up her head and stared passed me, at the guys. She turned on her heel and paused for a moment. "Hey," She said with her back turned to me, her blond hair played in the wind. "Why don't we work on them out here? It's nice out."

I shrugged. I had nothing else better to do. It was after school and watching the guys practice was a dull thing to watch. Normally I was by myself with some other kids from school who I had never conversed with before, but Namine and the cheer squad were here, preparing for the big game so I mostly hung out with her. "I'll go get the supplies in the art room." I suggested. I had noticed an auburn haired girl enter the school through the back doors by the field. I figured if I went, I'd be back in minutes without mindless chatting with the girl from the cheer squad. Namine was a chatterbox sometimes and I honestly just wanted to get away from all these people. Their thoughts flooded my mind and I was suffering a headache from it all. One thing after another, and another and it just wouldn't stop. "Oh! Seifer looked at me!" "Oh, I want him to notice me!" "I wonder what time Oprah starts…" Look, I honestly don't care. And what high school student watches Oprah? It was a guy thinking, which was odd. Brushing passed my friend; I entered the school through the back door, across the field and made my way towards the art room.

Finally I was alone with my own thoughts, it was pleasant and calm. Nobody could obstruct my mind and I could process things a lot better. I took my time, enjoying every bit of stillness and grabbed a few colored posters from a rack along with a container of assorted markers. I began to hum one of my favorite tunes that often played on the radio and that's when I heard, in my mind, swift paced thoughts, a girl voice was creating them. Pictures of family, friends it seemed, passed lovers and the pain of collapsing on the ground flooded the persons mind. I found it quite abnormal and kept quiet, hoping to hear someone. Out of the blue, the thoughts absolutely closed and didn't revisit. I even waited a few minutes.

Every appalling thought came into my mind. What had happened? I left the materials on a table and exited the art room and wandered around the halls, looking for someone's presence. Nobody was inside even though the school was left unlocked for the Struggle team so they could use the locker room. Why would anyone be in here anyways? All the action was outside.

My gut told me something terrible happened, but my brain tried ignoring the butterflies. I had managed to search the entire school for the voice, well the thoughts that belonged to that girl I had heard anyway. The only place I hadn't looked was the main entrance hall and decided to make my way there. I left through the main double doors and saw what I had heard.

Frozen in place, I shrieked and fell to my knees, sending a razor-sharp pain through them like needles.