Yo people! Second Seiner fic, because I love this pairing to death.

This idea just came to me one day, and wouldn't let me go. At first I thought about just writing it down and coming back to it until I was done with my other fics, but then I decided I needed a break. So here you have it. It was going to be a one-shot, but I decided to divide it into multiple chapters. My guess is that the whole story might consist roughly of five chapters, but I dunno, I'll just wait and see.

And in case you happen to also be reading my other fics and waiting for an update, don't worry, I haven't forgotten about them. Just needed a break.

Summary: For high schooler Hayner Highwind, the unpredictable always happened. Failing math? That was normal. Getting sexually involved with the school bus driver? Surprising, but maybe he saw it coming. Falling head over heels with said bus driver? He sure didn't see that one coming.

Oh! And I own nothing from kingdom hearts, nothing. Zilch. Nada. ...Sadly.

He did not know he could fly, or breathe fire for that matter. What was he, some sort of dragon?

"Hayner…" A soft murmur. He paid it no heed, there were much more important matters to attend to.

"Squirt…get up." That voice sounded familiar, who was it that usually called him that?

But before he could fall back into blissful oblivion, "HAYNER HIGHWIND YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS UP!"

Hayner Highwind, disoriented and sheet tangled, plummeted down an impressive height of almost six feet onto hard- wood flooring. It was just his luck that he slept on the top bunk bed and with no barriers. The only concrete evidence of that ghastly fall was the numbing pain that coursed throughout the left side of his face. Curse his uncle for having such a booming voice.

"HAYNER!"

"Yeah yeah, I'm up," he groggily slurred, still sleep disoriented. In a flash he was up on his feet, but he regretted it the moment his vision started to swirl, giving him a whiplash. He headed toward the bathroom, or better yet his bathroom, because he was badass enough to have his own bathroom or so he kept telling himself. In less than ten minutes, he was ready and refreshed for another seven-hour session of classes and lessons.

His apartment was small but cozy with his room being the one adjacent to the kitchen, so it was a wonder how it was that he could sleep through all the incessant ruckus provided by his uncle almost every morning. A quick glance at his watch let him know he still had time for some breakfast, so he let himself out of his room, and gave his uncle a good morning salute with a wave of his hand.

"Well, about time Sleeping Beauty woke up," joked his uncle to which Hayner rolled his eyes in response. His uncle turned away from him, attention on the stove once again, while the teen helped himself to a hearty helping of pancakes and syrup.

"Better hurry your ass up. Didn't you say the bus sometimes comes earlier?"
Hayner, with his mouth full of pancake, garbled out an affirmative and grabbed his backpack. Muttering out a goodbye and ignoring his uncle's grumblings about him being too lazy to put his dishes in the sink, he hurriedly put on his shoes and headed toward the designated bus stop. Yes, the bus was usually at the spot before the expected time, and knowing that the bus driver was somewhat of a sadistic fuck, he knew he had to hurry. In about five minutes, the bus stop, along with the bus itself, appeared in his line of sight. So far he was sure he hadn't been seen, but once he saw the bus starting to roll away…

"Shit!" was all he was able to mutter, before he broke out into a sprint.

He knew he wouldn't be heard, but that didn't stop him from flailing his arms and yelling out like a maniac. "HEY!HEY! You forgot me! WAIT!"

Miraculously, the bus came to a stop and for a moment, Hayner wondered if maybe the driver decided to be nice today. It wasn't always that the bus driver instantly took pity on him; there was that one time when he made Hayner run all the way to school.

Just as he was a few feet away, the yellow monstrosity of a vehicle advanced a few more steps making the gap between it and Hayner much more bigger. That action only served to irritate the teen.

"Stupid Fuck!" yelled Hayner. He sped up, decreasing the gap between them until the bus picked up on speed as well and rolled away. At this point, Hayner opted to save his breath for the sake of getting his heart pumping instead of shouting obscenities that the douchebag of a bus driver wouldn't hear. Only the deities above knew how badly he wanted to punch the driver's face in.

He didn't notice that the bus had stopped, or that he actually managed to catch up to it. He supposed it was right for him to assume that the doors would open to let him in, but the reality of it all was that the right side of his face collided with the closed doors.

It sure was painful.

The doors opened up, revealing in their wake a scarred but handsome smirking face. If he weren't so attractive, Hayner was sure he would have cut the bastard a long time ago.

"'Bout time you showed up, chickenwuss." drawled the handsome and older blonde.

Hayner greeted him with the customary scowl, and grumbled under his breath as he made his way toward his usual seat. It was too bad that the older male was in some sort of position that demanded respect from the student body; the school was big on making the students show their appreciation to the bus drivers. Therefore, with that fact intact, the students had to behave themselves the same way they'd behave with a teacher present, lest they wanted to face dire consequences. If things were different, Hayner would have given his tormentor a good beating a long time ago.

Not too soon he spotted his gang all the way in the back seats, and made it a point to get there as quickly as possible before he fell over and embarrassed himself. He slipped his bag off his shoulder and plopped down on a seat, next to a blue-eyed blonde that was frantically trying to finish his homework from last night. He knew his blonde companion would be in a pissy mood if interrupted, so he turned to the seat across from him where his other two friends were.

"You know, I'm a bit surprised he didn't make you run so much today," said a green-eyed brunette.

"Tell me about it," muttered Hayner.

"What'd you do to him, man? Almasy's been out for your blood since sophomore year," piped up the brunette's seat companion, a chubby chocolate-haired teen.

Hayner let out a tired sigh, feeling sated from the long run. "Dunno man. But if I ever turn suicidal, apart from school, you'll know who else to blame."

His two companions chuckled at that. "Hey Olette," said Hayner while putting on a pouting face, "I didn't do my Advanced Bio homework, how about helping a buddy out?"

The brunette in question sighed. "Hayner, didn't you say last week that you were going to start doing your homework on your own?"

The brown-eyed teen stood thoughtful for a moment. "True," he said slowly, "but I never specified when." He sent her a smug grin.

His friend face palmed. "Heaven above," he heard her mutter, "please, illuminate this poor soul."

"I think it's a little too late for that Olette," said the chubby one, "Hayner's soul needs an exorcism."

Both Hayner and Olette, with similar blank looks on their faces, stared at their chubby friend for a good while. A few seconds later, the three of them burst out laughing, not caring that they caught the attention of the other occupants, bus driver included.

Twenty minutes later, they pulled up in front of Twilight High Academy and opened its doors to rid itself of its thirty-something students. Having occupied the back, the crew ended up all the way at the back of the line. Even if the other students were moving quickly, it still felt like it was taking forever to get to the front.

It was just his luck to end up being the very last one.

"Slow as always, eh chickenwuss?" said the driver once Hayner stood up next to him.

The brown-eyed teen bit his lip and muttered out a simple "Hn."

Just as he took the first step to get off the bus, the doors closed in on themselves, trapping the blonde teen with, in Hayner's eyes, the spawn of the devil.

He turned around to give the driver his best and most intimidating glare. "What?" he grit out.

An arrogant smirk spread over the blonde driver's lips. "Is that any way to thank me? Me, who wakes up every morning to pick up all of you brats and ensure you get to school safely?"

Hayner gave him a 'what-the-fuck' look, but complied if that meant it would grant him freedom. "Thanks," he said simply.

The driver's smirk morphed into a Cheshire grin. "I didn't quite catch that. Can you repeat it?"

Irritation, as well as the compulsion to sucker punch the arrogant bastard, coursed deeply throughout Hayner's being. Nevertheless, he kept himself in check. "Thank you," he said, with an even tone.

"For what, exactly?" asked the infuriating driver.

Hayner could feel his eye twitching. "Thank you, Mr. Almasy. Thank you for dedicating your time to us kids." He said all of this with a fake smile; a smile that he was sure looked more like a grimace.

If possible, the grin on Mr. Almasy's face grew even wider. "You're welcome."

The doors opened, just in time before Hayner could smash his face against them a second time as he angrily stomped out of the bus. He ignored his friends' fussing questions, and kept on stomping all the way until he arrived to his first period class. He didn't care that he was way too early, that the books he needed for class were in his locker, or that he was the only one in the classroom.

Because all he could think about was bashing in Seifer Almasy's face with his fists.