Notes: Yes, I know what Roxas looks like.
Please read past the first paragraph, this IS kingdom hearts.
XD Enjoy this okay? Its...Gonna be weird.

Roxas looked at himself in his mirror.
Same as everyday.
Short hair, jet black like his father's.
Dull brown eyes, just like his mother's.
He was taller then most kids his age, and unusually skinny.
His mother kept trying to fatten him up, but it just wasn't working.

Smoothing out his shirt, Roxas realized there was nothing special about him.
He was average, normal, and young.
Nothing about his life was out of the ordinary, everything was…
Perfect.
Just like Twilight Town.

Every house in every block was perfectly aligned.
Every house was the same shade of tan.
Every lawn was always cut perfectly, although he rarely saw people cutting them.

How did a town get to perfect?

"Roxas!" His mother called, "Time to leave for school!"
He raced down the steps of his house to get to her, smiling he asked, "What time are you going to pick me up?"
His mother held up three fingers, "Three 'o clock! On the," She poked her sons nose, "Dot!"

Roxas let out a giggle and companied his mother to the car.
The car in question was a white mini van.
Just like every other single one on the block.

He laid his head against the window, it was cool and hard, just like he thought it would be.
"So are you excided?" His mother asked, her voice was monotone with a hint of happiness.
"I guess…What's there to be excided about?" Roxas replied, not looking away from the road.
He wished his mother would do the same.
She sighed, "Your going to a new school, you get to meet new friends, and your going to be in the third grade! The third grade honey. You're a big kid now."

Roxas groaned, "I'm eight freaking years old! I'm far from a big kid…"
"Don't you talk like that young man!" His mother scolded, and smacked him lighted on the head.
"Freaking?"
"There's that word again!"

His mother could be…difficult.
They soon arrived at Roxas' new school.
Sunny View Elementary.
It was like the rest of the town; tan, monotone, boring, and most importantly, perfect.

Grabbing his door handle, his mother asked, "Be good okay honey?"
He nodded and received a kiss on the forehead.

They walked hand in hand to the front office, where his mother was to get his room number and all the paper work they would need.
You know, sign up forms for little ledge and such.
Roxas was a great shortstop.

"Hello miss, I'm here to get all of my son's paper work."
The lady at the front desk was old, she had librarian style glasses that had a chain on them to stop them from falling.
She had frizzy gray hair, and was slightly overweight.
"Name?" She asked, of course, monotone.
"Roxas Fair."

This was going to be a long year.

O.o.O.o.O

Roxas had a female teacher, mainly because there was no male teachers in Twilight town.
Every woman had a job as a teacher, nurse, secretary, ect.
And all the males were firemen, police officers, you know, the fun jobs.
But they were manly jobs, the women wouldn't want them anyway.

His teacher was very sweet.
Brown hair that was braided and tied with a pink bow, blue eyes, nice smile.
She was nice, caring, and loving.
Like every other teacher in the school.

The classroom was somewhat colourful.
The walls were white, the carpet was tan, and the desks were wood.

The walls were adorned with pictures of flowers.
Ones she had taken, ones the kids drew, even a few pressed ones.
The rug that was in the middle of the room was shaped like a flower, and it was blue.

She seemed to like flowers, she even wore them all over her dress in a print.

"Hello, hello! Class my name is Ms. Gainsborough!" She clapped her hands together and smiled as big as she could, "I want everyone to find a seat and we will begin our lesson!"

The desks in the room were pushed together in groups of four.
Roxas found a group that only had three kids, and quickly took a seat, not saying a word.
Luckily he didn't have to, a pudgy little boy with brown hair asked, "Hi, I'm Pence and I'm eight whole years old! What's your name?" He held out a hand which was smeared with chocolate.
Roxas was a little reluctant to shake it.

The girl that sat next to him had brown hair and sweet green eyes, she placed her hand gently on his arm and pushed it down.
"Pence, your had is all icky, don't be so pushy with it."
She looked up at Roxas, "Hello, I'm Olette. It nice to meet you."
She nodded, and Roxas nodded back.

The boy next to Roxas and across from Olette was dirty blond, he wore camo style clothing.
He had brown eyes and seemed fairly cocky, at least for an eight year old.
"Don't be so nice Olette! We don't know anything about this kid! He could be some creep for all we know."

Roxas stared at him, to which he stated, "See? He's staring and mommy says only creepy people stare."
He crossed his arms over his chest and 'humphed' at Roxas.

Why was he having such a hard time making new friends?

O.o.O.o.O

Recess came, it was bittersweet.
While he was happy to get out of class, he didn't have any friends to play with.
So he did what he did at his last school when he didn't have anyone to play found a free ball, sat in a corner away from the rest of the school and bounced in at a wall.
It ricocheted off and rolled back.
It was pretty fun, all in all, but he still wanted friends.
Maybe Pence, Olette and that mean boy would be his friends one day.

He saw them playing on the jungle gym.
The mean boy had climbed to the top of the rock wall thing, and was trying to balance and look cool.
Once he found his center of gravity, he thrust one fist into the air and yelled something Roxas couldn't hear.
Olette was sitting on the swing next to them, smiling and laughing.
She was watching as Pence tried to climb the wall, but fell after his feet left the ground.

They acted like they had been friends for years.
Roxas had a friend like that, at his old school.
His name was Tidus.
He was average, blond hair, blue eyes.
Athlete, on the softball team with Roxas.
He was…just like everything in town.
Monotonous and boring.

But one day, something happened to Tidus, and he had to leave town.
Last summer, about a month before school.
He was Roxas' only good friend, so it was a hard blow.

Roxas slowly rolled the ball at the wall, and then grabbed it when it rolled back.
He wanted to be climbing and playing with the kids from class.
Not by himself, with some dumb red ball.

"What are you doing here?"
Roxas looked up, looming over him was the playground person.
He didn't know what they were called or why they were there, but they watched you to make sure you were safe on the playground.

"Playing." Roxas replied.
"Doesn't look very fun, don't you have any friends?"
The man was…Unlike anything Roxas had ever seen.
Yet, he was like everything Roxas had ever seen.

He had a mane of bright red hair. The roots were a deep maroon, that faded into a colour that Roxas had only seen crayons.
His eyes were green, like bright green.
Not jade green, or emerald green, or even forest green.
Just…Green.
Could people even have eyes this colour?

Underneath his wonderfully green eyes, were tattoos.
Tattoos.
Who would hire someone with tattoos on their face to work at a school?

As weird as this man looked, he looked…Normal.
Not as in Twilight Town normal, but…Real normal.
Comforting normal.

"Well? Don't you have any friends little boy?" His voice was like worn velvet.
Soft, but with a hint of something much more rough underneath.

Something about this man…Roxas knew.
It was like…His heart was meeting up with its other half again, after years of being apart.
But Roxas was only eight, and this man was in high school at least.
Well a drop out anyway.

"You don't talk much do ya kid?" He asked taking a seat next to Roxas on the ground.
He was so tall…Which Roxas wasn't used to, he was normally the tallest in his group of friends.

Roxas quickly looked down, why was he so shy around this guy?
Maybe it was because mom told him never to talk to strangers, and he didn't know him.
But…He worked for the school.
So he couldn't be to bad.
Then again…Face tattoos.

"You know, you don't have to talk to me, I just want to keep you company."
He was staring at Roxas.
Didn't he know only creeps stared?

"Roxas…" He told him in a little voice.
The man stared at him, his gaze was burning a hole in Roxas' skin.

He cupped a hand around his ear and smiled, "Please repeat that, the people in the back couldn't hear you."
"Roxas…My name…" He told him, a little louder.

The man threw an arm around Roxas' shoulders, "Roxas huh? Cool name."
Roxas smiled a bit, then said, "You know, mom says not to talk to strangers. And I don't know your name so…You're a stranger. So…" Roxas thought for a moment, "If you tell me your name, then you wont be a stranger anymore."

The man laughed, pointed to his temple and said, "The names Axel, commit it to memory okay?"
Roxas nodded.
The rest of recess, they rolled the ball back and forth.

Roxas made a friend.

A note: Aw! You know you thought that was cute!
So yea, this is the first story I've written where Roxas' life DOESNT suck.
I might change the name, give some advice okay?

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