Episodes of HeartsSummary: Everyone knows the 2nd year Iris student in Raden Academy. Boarded in his skateboard he swoops into action - such a charming modern hero who everyone (enemies exempted) admires. Axel met him once. “Hey, you’re that kid who slipped on the banana peel!†Disclaimer: Purely fan-made and for non-commercial use only. You may not claim this fic as yours. None of the pictures are mine either. They're just means to emphasize the story. Maybe I grab the cam and work on it, I'll own one xD Author's Notes: You can directly read or review in the fanfiction.net account. But the reason I want to post here aside from exposure is interactivity, since it's easier to reply back :D And I will also take advantage of BBcodes XD Normally, I'll double post to separate this part and the actual chapters, but I think the moddies here aren't very keen on that, thinking it as spam xD So I'll jam em all and spam spoiler tags here. Lastly, you would notice a different sort of writing style and weird perspective. I like trying out different sorts of narratives, so bear with it and you'll start liking or getting used to it after a while. Episode List - updated every five chapters (imagine in manga :D) May 17, 2009 - 2009 Episode 1: silver brooch iris student, roxas Episode 2: his assignment: new student axel Episode 3: the girl named xion Episode 4: the patrol assignment Episode 5: the official studies, and alice Episode 01 - silver brooch iris student, roxas Spoiler It feels like I’m far from finding what I’m missing. My uncle said I had a twin brother. My late father never told me. My uncle said my father didn’t want to remember the past. My twin brother died with my mother in the sea. I asked him what my twin brother’s name was. He didn’t know. Radiant Garden isn’t my hometown. This is where my uncle lives. He took me in ever since my father died last year. I used to live in Twilight Town – with my mother and my twin brother. I don’t remember anything that happened when I was with them. I was seven. In nights in Radiant Garden, the tall lamp posts illuminated every spot in the streets and alleys. The scent of the tranquil city burned passionately through the air. Harmonic scents from the flowers of the beloved city of flowers mixed together to form a distinguishable aroma that can only be produced in the beloved city of flowers. The beloved city of flowers was a city of stone and flowers. The most basic foundation of houses was stones, and the streets and sidewalks were made of the same structure. The streets were side and public transports slowly sped through it. The sidewalks were large as well to fit good benches, trash cans, and of course, a garden of flowers. The houses were stout; there was no house that was taller than three stories. The common houses had one or two; the second floor compromising a few rooms or maybe just serving as an attic. Of course, the houses also had a garden of flowers. The beloved city of flowers did not have towering buildings. The sky was open and free for birds and alike to rule. Humbly, the airborne and land creatures admire each other and live mutually in this quiet beloved city of flowers. The ruler of this beloved city of flowers was Ansem – Ansem the Wise. However, even in the beloved city of flowers ruled by Ansem – Ansem the Wise, there are still troubles and crimes alike. It’s nothing like a widespread panic or attack, or anything like that. It’s the average speaking of thievery, cheating, fighting – often times happening in Radiant Garden Academy, or Raden Academy in short. There’s one boy – a second year student in Raden Academy who’s well-known for his antics and actions. He was the juvenile, modern version of a knight in shining armor. Often, he was clad in leather white with his trusty steed, a coolly designed skateboard. He was a really fine boy (of his generation!). He wasn’t skinny or too bulky. Sure he is smaller than the AVERAGE boys of his age, but he had the perfect sense and balance of masculinity and femininity. Many boys acknowledge and respect him, and most girls just sigh dreamily behind his back. This is the popular kid in Raden Academy. Surely, it’s not just his looks and charisma? Just what does he do? Believe it or not, he is NOT part of any sports team and he wasn’t really an honor student either. Yes, he is very talented in skateboarding and a few sports, but his youthful life is spent on helping and associating with people – a silver brooch Iris student. As said, he really is a modern version of a knight in shining armor. As imagined, he wears a smile all the time and calms the tide like a god. With one swing of his lance, the evil cower behind him. His life was controlled by his divine hands as he is sworn to his duty. Believe it or not, he is NOT enjoying his life at all. He cannot control what is happening to him and he cannot smile like a stiff painting. It takes guts and effort, unlike a real knight’s way of easily swinging a lance. The thing is he is a second year student. He is an Iris student, a silver brooch from Raden Academy. He does what he thinks is right – something HAS to be done, it was his line. He’s always on the move, following what he thinks – because it’s what his heart says. Yet, it’s not enough. Then at times he was simply walking, he would glance at people in peers and feel lonely. Then he wonders if he really was following his heart. - “ROXAS!†A number of people greeted the boy. Upon entering the main hall of the academy, he saw many heads from different Bouquets turn to him. His eyebrows shot up. “Yea?†he wondered, walking back slightly. Some of them – mostly his fans, were edging closer. “How are you?†“Are you feeling okay?†“Do you need help?†“I’ll carry your books, c’mon.†“It’s still early, you know. Maybe you should check in the nurse…†“I’m okay…†Roxas tried to say out loud, but he was overwhelmed. “I bet those students from Sunflower did this to you!†A chubby fourth year said. A girl looked at him skeptically. “Really?†“No, it wasn’t from school! It was the robber he was chasing!†Roxas appeared blank. His eyes were flying from face to face. “Oh my gosh, I saw that in the news!†They spoke in hushed whispers excitedly. Finally, a familiar face showed up. He had with him the same brooch Roxas was wearing on his chest: an Iris brooch, but the brooch was bronze instead. Having overheard what was talked about in the air, the baby-faced sixth year cocked his head. “Was that why you went pass me without a ‘hi’?†“No!†he burst out. Heck, none of this was true! The sixth year grinned – almost a smirk. He boldly cut through the crowd of people, ignoring the whines as he shove them off, and pulled Roxas by the wrist. “C’mon superhero, you’ve got an assignment.†“What? But he just recovered!†Roxas was glad he was pulled away by the person that wouldn’t feel sympathetic about it at all. - One thing that constantly happens to a person is to have rumors about them. One thing that constantly happens to Roxas is rumors exaggerating his actions. While being constantly a boy wonder makes little sense in an ordinary world, the fact is Roxas is a silver brooch Iris students. Of course, Roxas was doing those things voluntarily. Iris is one of the five Bouquets. Many of the students in the Bouquet are leaders and those that consider law enforcement or politics in the future. A couple of graduates from the Bouquet enroll in other Gardens and apply for SeeD in Balamb Garden. The thing about this Bouquet is that it’s all about helping people. Iris Bouquet has been labeled as the Hero Bouquet, and many of them have been given nicknames – sometimes mockingly. Roxas was the most well-known from the Iris Bouquet. He hasn’t been in school for more than two complete years though, but he was certainly hogging all the limelight. Normally, the Iris Bouquet doesn’t get much attention in their exploits. They were the least popular Bouquet after Daisy Bouquet, but something about Roxas made the Bouquet more exciting. Ever since then, their Gardener has been giving Roxas a lot of assignments – not out of spite, oh no. Assignments are given personally by the Bouquet’s Gardener depending on what they (There’s only one Gardener for each Bouquet but he doesn’t decide alone) see fit. You see, the more assignments Roxas does, the more attention for the Bouquet. So yes, he is being used. - Roxas was glad to see the small empty garden located at the back of the building. They walked up the path turning to a hill. “Thanks for saving me there, Zidane,†he said. They were at the Iris building now, off-limited to those not in their Bouquet. “Save you?†he laughed. “Didn’t think you’d need some saving.†Roxas felt the wind blow. Their building had the nicest location. It was on an elevated hill behind the academy. To get there, you have to walk through Iris Garden – a fitting name since this was the ‘pathway’ to the Iris building. “All right,†Roxas said. “What’s the assignment?†Zidane gave him a weird look. “It’s just the third day of the school year and you’re so serious about school already!†Roxas scratched the back of his head, trying not to show his annoyance. Wasn’t he the one who wanted him to do his assignment? “Our first period’s free again, so I’d like to get to know more of the girls,†Zidane said with a cocky smile. His blue eyes were glinting smartly. They arrived at the top and entered the small castle-like building. Roxas expected Zidane to escort him somewhere – but then the sixth year’s eyes were set on some girls. “Zidane?†“Er…Roxas. Here’s the letter.†“Wha?†Zidane wanted to leave as quickly as possible now. Roxas was growing more annoyed. “There’s a new student you have to tour around and introduce to the systems and rules. Check the envelope.†Without saying a goodbye, he ditched the boy he fetched. - Zidane is a bronze brooch Iris sixth year student. He was on the Iris Bouquet in his first year, but got kicked for neglecting his duties (over girls). For four years, he was in the popular Sunflower Bouquet and got a silver brooch three times in a row. Last year, he lost his silver brooch from a girl he once dated (it was a duel), This year, he went back to the Iris Bouquet from a recommendation. During the summer, he spent a day chasing a foreigner just to return his wallet, and was then awarded the bronze brooch. Still, old habits die hard. Roxas remembered Zidane from last year. He had constantly teased him about women. - He knocked on the door. “Excuse me.†Roxas opened the door and only saw an empty seat. Roxas read through the letter in the envelope again. He was sure he was in the right room. He closed the door and turned around. Just as he was about to wonder what to do, he saw Zidane. “Zidane, where’s the new student?†he asked. He even showed the paper. Zidane was still slightly distracted, but at least paid some attention. “Huh?†Still, Roxas didn’t like that answer. “You’re supposed to look for him!†Roxas read through the lines in the paper. He frowned. “You said so yourself…†Zidane’s eyes widened in realization. He made a mistake. “Yea, but the new student’s gone, so…†The clock was ticking. The first period’s almost over. Roxas took the letter and retrieved his skateboard from his locker. As a silver brooch Iris student from Raden Academy, he was allowed to use the skateboard on special circumstances in school campus. As a silver brooch Iris student, Roxas has to do his assignments and deal with people problems. And because something HAS to be done. - Hey Seph, how’s Balamb Garden? Been a few months – sorry. Been working overnight for weeks I passed out! Of course you’re probably working twice as I am. Aerith and I haven’t seen each other for a while. She’s buried in books – I mean, seriously, she’s forgotten to eat and take a bath three times in a row. We really need to get a day to relax – the three of us. All right, don’t go forgetting us! Zack - end of episode Episode 02 - his assignement new student axel Spoiler Ordinary people will be happy when they can just get what they want! I can – but I’m not an ordinary person. Everyday, I live a different life. It’s not the same to ask freely from a devil. In exchange for your desires, you grant him obedience – your freedom. That’s what he expects of me. I won’t owe him anything – the devil does not grant wishes for free. But I know someday, he will force me. He will find a weakness and take away my life – my freedom. And I’m afraid that the day would come. For seven years, I’ve lived in fear. I’m not an ordinary person. Everyday, I live a different life. There’s a typical tale surrounding rich young kids. They’ve been described to live a life full of luxury and stood as the figure of power. Yet they cower when they’re alone and fall under tight pressure for the future ahead of them. That’s right. All they seem to have is arrogance and money. It’s been justified that the reasons behind their actions and schemes is their lack of attention and apparent boredom in life. It’s been forgotten that the world has always revolved around money and stood as the power to gain in humans. Heroism no longer pays, but used to garnish attention and influence. To grow in the environment was to be faced in the bitterest reality that to even fall a little was a weakness the strong can manipulate. For a child to struggle was to use every method he has in order to survive this harsh world he was in. His world was different. His life was different. - “Mmm, nice view.†He stretched lazily and crossed his arms behind his mane of red hair. “Wasn’t easy going through that pile of rubble. It’s worth it though. I can practically see everything from here.†He looked at the ceiling and walls, which were surely in need of repair. It was pretty cramped inside with the piles of wood scattered across the room. On its central were big and small gears that traced from the unmoving fan of the windmill. “Maybe I should get some snacks,†he said to no one in particular. “Eating on the grounds is not allowed…or loitering in off-limits area.†The tall teenaged boy looked past his shoulder and immediately spotted the pair of disapproving azure eyes. He blinked at those eyes for a few times, not at all shaken for being caught in the act. Instead, he slyly smiled and quirked an eyebrow. “Oh? Then why are you here?†he pointed out, amused. His amusement grew at the sight of the skateboard underneath his foot. “I’m not a fan of rules, but I’m going to assume extreme sports are not allowed either.†Instead of breaking into embarrassment or realization, the boy calmly pointed to the brooch hanging on his chest. “I’m from the Iris Bouquet, a silver brooch Iris student. I have permission to step in off-limits areas and use any methods of transportation around school grounds in case of emergency.†“What emergency?†“You.†“Oh. Haha! That’s a funny one.†Roxas chose not to comment, not even at the extremely spiky and long mane of red hair the new student have (“Is he trying to be Knuckles?â€) and the tattoo underneath his right eye. Of course, there was also the black trench coat… “Anyway, we—†“How did you find me here so fast?†The new student asked. His voice never seemed to run out of amusement (or sarcasm). Roxas sighed inwardly, not at all amused by the rude interruption. “I looked around, I asked people. Now let’s—†“Oh, please. This school’s as big as my own place. You couldn’t have found me without going through the whole place with your lackeys.†“Lackeys?†he raised cynically. The new student ran a hand through his hair and resumed to rub it the back of his head. Roxas quirked an eyebrow at the sudden silence he decided to take. “What?†“Psh, nothing,†he answered, waving a hand in the air. “Thought about Seifer and his gang…†“Seifer?†The boy’s emerald eyes rolled in the slit and small sockets. “Oh nothin’. I keep talking to myself.†“No, no,†he replied hastily, shaking his head. “You mean Seifer from Twilight Town?†“Twilight Town?†he repeated. Roxas nodded. The new student raised himself straight and scratched his chin in an exaggeration to scrutinize Roxas. Roxas shrugged his shoulders. “What?†The amused green eyes narrowed and the sly lips curved. “Twilight Town’s my hometown. And…I’m guessing it’s yours, too?†“Yea, but I moved here almost three years ago.†Roxas made an effort to remember the new student’s face. “I don’t remember you…†“Axel.†“Roxas.†Axel bent forward. “Hmm…no, doesn’t ring a bell.†“I haven’t heard your name before either…†Roxas found it rather odd. “Well, I guess it makes sense why they assigned me to you.†“You mean you’re my babysitter?†Roxas smirked. “You think you’re still a baby? Interesting.†For a moment, he slightly imitated Axel’s amused voice. Axel’s eyebrows dropped languidly, along with his facial expression and stature that stood indifferent all of a sudden, as if he became a robot. “You’re very funny.†Roxas couldn’t help but sni.gger (A/N: Lol I had to google why that was filtered, and so I learned a new bad word XD) “OH!†“What?†he stuttered, completely surprised. Axel suddenly began to laugh as if Roxas just shared the funniest joke. He chortled uncontrollably like a madman. His eyes were close to tears. Roxas looked at him quizzically: this guy’s insane. “Hey,†he said in between breaths. He pointed a finger at Roxas, struggling not to explode into laughing. “You’re that kid, hahaha!†“What?†he asked again, starting to grow irked. Axel cleared his throat. “That kid who slipped on the banana peel!†“…†“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!†- There were actually three stories about that. - “You were like, chasing this BALL! Hahaha! And then you stepped on the banana peel and—I was eight! Oh, God, I remember! Hahahaha! It was by the train station and—did you see yourself FLIP? You were like some puppy FLIPPING! Hahaha!†- And the other one was five years ago that involved a cake and pie. - “And—okay you were eight, but how DUMB were you? When I was ten—you were ten, and you were walking your dog when you suddenly twirled backwards and hit the ground—it was the banana peel. Are you making a running gag?—Then your dog ran and DRAGGED you to this—haha he was so mad, you know—the baker. That cake hit you like a giant PIE!†- The third one was the worst and simplest. Yet it was the work of a genius. - “LAST NIGHT! I even counted it! Five seconds—you were skateboarding and you slipped on the banana peel then you just flew in the air and CRASHED into the trash can like a BALL! SERIOUSLY HAHA! THAT was just hilarious! And oh my god, HAHA don’t tell me the bandage around your head--! HAHA!†- Roxas was a bit lost in his focus today. He managed to attend his classes and tour the new student around – trying his best not to glance at Axel, because every time he saw his face, Roxas can hear Axel’s laughter ringing in his head. He didn’t want to snap at Axel for this though, especially since he wasn’t really trying to be funny right now. Axel actually listened to Roxas, especially with some tidbits of information about the school, so the more he noticed Roxas being quiet and serious. He didn’t know if Roxas was actually like this (aside from banana peel encounters, he didn’t know him at all), but felt more that the Iris student was feeling uncomfortable near him. By the end of the day (classes end at 3 o’clock in the afternoon but the school dismiss students at 5pm for Bouquet meetings) Roxas showed Axel the buildings for the Bouquets filled with students. The buildings were like towers around the grounds; towers, in a way that were like landmarks rather than in the essence of being tall. - “So, you go to class, do assignments, and some random things with your Bouquet?†“If that’s how you put it, I guess.†Axel furrowed his eyebrows and brought a topic that’s been bugging him. “Why are you so quiet?†“Huh?†Roxas shot him a glance, but immediately looked away. “And why are you doing that?†Axel almost laughed, but he strangely went ways to suppress it. “Look, I’m sorry. I guess I overreacted laughing. I must have sounded dumb.†“No, it’s not that!†he said, and then rethought it. “Just…related to that…†“Okay…†he conceded, though his face said so otherwise. Roxas finally looked at Axel. “No, I’m sorry. I suck. I didn’t even welcome you nicely. Too late for that now, I guess…I’m just feeling a bit…shy.†Though Roxas expected it, Axel didn’t laugh. He smiled though in a non-mocking way. “I thought Iris students were the people-loving bunch? The girls in your Bouquet NEVER stop talking.†Roxas scratched the back of his head. “I’m not very…talkative.†His chuckle died immediately. “I just like helping people. That’s all.†“Oh.†Roxas scrutinized Axel’s once-clownish face. “I see.†Something changed. - Axel wasn’t able to take the ability and personality test yet, so he wasn’t in any Bouquets, but he intermingled with the students. For the first and second week, he would share the same schedule as Roxas, but he can change schedule if he so desire later on (after he is assigned to a Bouquet). Roxas did his part as to watch over Axel even after the first few days. He did the initiative to ask and question Axel how he was coping with the recall lessons and the other students. Axel just nodded without leaving many comments. When Roxas insisted, Axel just said things like “Not badâ€, “Yea, it’s goodâ€, “Pretty smoothâ€. Roxas didn’t think Axel was lying or anything, but he didn’t believe him either. He wasn’t one to judge a book by its cover, but Axel didn’t seem to be the type who likes studying, but strangely – he grew distracted over this thought – Axel was like a normal student who listen to the teacher. There were many chances for Roxas to observe this. Many of the teachers welcomed Axel and allowed him to stand and say a couple of things. Axel said some things and a few witty comments, which made him quite likable from the eyes of the student. Roxas would even dare say he was rather popular... Again, Roxas wasn’t one to judge a book by its cover, but Axel didn’t seem to be the type who shies away from the limelight, but strangely – he grew very interested about this thought – Axel was...humble? Not really...there’s a better term. Backing away? Roxas played the thought that Axel was actually a shy person. He s******ed. No shy person would gel his hair like Knuckles and get a tattoo on his face. - “What’s so funny?†“Oh, Knuc---nothing,†Roxas replied. Axel had quirked an eyebrow, before resuming to eat his burger. It was their lunch break (11:45am – 1:05pm) and they shared time eating to where Roxas usually stay: the storage room near the well. “What time is it?†Roxas glanced at his wrist watch, a burger is his mouth. Roxas used his hands to tell that it was 12:15. “10 minutes late, but never too late.†Axel stood up from the box and went to uncover what was revealed to be a television on top a box. Roxas’ jaw dropped. “What the...†“It’s too quiet around here,†Axel said while controlling his grin. “And the music channel’s active and alive at this time.†He turned on the television with a remote and the screen flickered with colors as a rich pop music came out. “You brought a TV to school...†“Made by the Moogle company. I pre-ordered it.†Axel knew Roxas was stunned with his brave move even without looking away from the music video on play. Roxas, despite himself, couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head. Axel grinned at Roxas, who didn’t seem to reapprove like what he expected. He sat back down at the box that served too as their chairs. “So...?†“What?†Roxas laughed. “Are we playing Guitar Hero tomorrow?†Roxas laughed out loud. “No!†“I’ll play drums, you play guitar. It’s easy to play the guitar,†the redhead said, performing into thin air. “I know how to play the guitar,†the Iris student replied. “But that’s all. I’m not musically inclined.†“Roxas?†The two boys stopped and looked through the opened door. There was a man (a bit too young to be working) wearing the cleaning staff uniform of the school. He wore a black cap and held a gardening tool. “Who’s he?†Axel asked quietly. “Leon,†Roxas answered. He smiled and waved at the man named Leon. “Have you eaten lunch?†“Not yet,†he answered. His voice was quiet and low and his eyes seemed cold and distant. “Your friend?†Leon nodded at Axel’s direction. “Axel,†Roxas gestured. “The new student?†he asked. Axel nodded. “That’s me.†Roxas almost laughed when Leon glanced at the television. “TV.†And then he just turned and left. “Why are you laughing?†Axel asked with no clue at all for Roxas’ sense of humor. “Well,†he said, bottling his laughter. “Leon’s not your average guy. He’s quiet and kind of a loner. He looks mean at first, but he’s a good guy. When I took the exams in the school, I wandered to this place and fell in the well. Leon saved me in a pinch.†“How did you fall?†“I don’t know. I slipped, I guess. I was leaning too close. I think I saw something sparked down the well, but it must have been just the sun.†“What if that guy pushed you?†Roxas was bewildered. “What?†“He’s a new guy, isn’t he?†“Yea...†Roxas answered doubtfully, sensing something leading to one thing and another. “But he doesn’t like attention, if you’re thinking...you know.†Axel didn’t reply, so Roxas continued. “He told me to keep quiet about it...then he won’t tell a thing about my loitering, haha.†Roxas tried to return the casual mood, but Axel suddenly became serious. He leaned back and put an arm to dangle on the edge of a box near him. “So there are people like that...†Roxas thought he should bring some more justice for Leon. “Leon actually taught me some sword techniques. The school doesn’t teach much about weapon handling until next year; but last year, Leon gave me a few tips. He said it should be helpful if I wanted to protect people I care about.†Axel was intrigued. “So you know how to fight?†The way Axel put it, it sounded like he meant ‘violent fighting’, but Roxas nodded and said yes anyway. The two were shortly distracted by a rock song that played. - The day zoomed to 3 o’clock. There were no home works or alike yet, so students were goofing off and teachers were pulling out their best entertainment and education for them. The most notable was the scrabble game pulled off by their English professor. The game was done in groups and the letters the group have are letters from their names (in addition, to equalize the numbers of letters all group has, those lacking were ask to draw a piece of paper for additional letters). No one wanted Axel or Roxas – x was a very difficult word. The two were bound to be in a group though, and were put separately. When the moment came for the letters to be used, it was Roxas’ and Axel’s turn from their groups. Axel was highly competitive and smashed Roxas with the word ‘xiphoid’ versus ‘toxic’. Axel didn’t go around bragging his knowledge of English words that don’t exist yet in the latest dictionary, but was genuinely happy just beating Roxas. It was just for amusement. Axel’s competitiveness (against Roxas anyway) didn’t end until that afternoon. Since Axel’s free for two hours, Roxas was pretty much as available as Axel. For both of them, the free two hours were their time for school loitering (Axel on the lead, of course). Still, Roxas didn’t approve of going back to the off-limits area in the windmills. He couldn’t stop Axel though – he must be losing his touch. - He tossed Roxas an elongated piece of wood, around a meter long. Roxas saw Axel pick up two dagger-like pieces of wood. “Um?†“We’re gonna fight,†Axel said. “You said you can fight, right?†Roxas felt ridiculous. “Of course, but you can get hurt!†Axel just laughed. “Oh yea? Just try.†“Axel!†the student berated. “This isn’t funny!†“I’m not joking,†he said, but his voice said so otherwise. “We’re just going to swing some wood and happen to hit each other.†“Axel!†“Here I go!†Axel’s enthusiasm surely drove him to do the initiative. Roxas wasn’t lying or at all joking like Axel when he said he can fight. He blocked Axel with swipes than a two-handed grip on the wooden makeshift sword. Axel didn’t realize the great difference until Roxas ducked and finally attacked. Axel barely dodged and dropped the piece from his left hand. “Are we done?†Roxas said listlessly. “Tsk...you’re really good...†Roxas saw Axel’s emerald eyes flash into slits. “But I’m not yet done!†Axel conjured a piece of wood from his trench coat to his once-empty left hand and struck Roxas at close range. Roxas expertly sprung back and twisted his ankle to twirl and obliquely strike at Axel. As he does, Roxas saw a blink of panic and fear as he came face-to-face with his friend that rebounded to him as confusion and anxiety. This distraction served only as demise as Axel hurriedly hurled the two pieces of wood at Roxas. Immediate impulse saved Roxas from getting gouged, but the demise was the pile of wood on the weary bridge that the ricocheted pieces of wood upset. Roxas had no idea about this. “Axel, careful!†Roxas shouted angrily. He didn’t like the idea of getting blind. Axel had not heard him. “Roxas! LOOK OUT!†Something flew along with the mixture of wood from the bridge. Small chests were pulled along to drop – all on top of the shocked Iris student. The loud crashed ended in one second. Dust covered the whole room. Axel can only hear his own coughing. He desperately searched where Roxas was. The boy was just standing in front of him. “Roxas!†he shouted. He heard him cough. Axel quickly found Roxas sprawled on the ground. He managed to lunge forward and cover his head, but his leg was twisted in a painful way right under the pile of wood. “Rox!†Axel ran and knelt beside the half-unconscious boy, figuring out where to begin to get the mass out of Roxas’ leg. As he did so, he found the chests opened with their contents, photographs, letters, and small trinkets, scattered on the floor... “What’s going on?†Leon’s voice echoed. Axel saw the dust clearing. He immediately kicked and swiped away clues of the scattered contents under the mass of large items and glanced at the closing gardener with a natural look of panic. “It’s Roxas! We need to get these off his leg!†Leon didn’t ask what happened. He immediately took the job on himself. He grabbed the largest piece of wood within the rubble he can find and instructed Axel to use it as a lever to push out the pieces of wood. They did this three times and Roxas felt the pain in his leg greater though the pressured weight was gone now. “He didn’t break his leg,†Leon muttered. “So I should be able to carry him to the infirmary. Roxas, are you awake?†“Yea...but I feel like sleeping right now...†His voice sounded groggy as if he was half-asleep. “Roxas!†Axel’s heart pounded nervously. “Are you...hurt, Axel?†“Hurt?†he repeated, stunned. “You-you’re the one down on the ground!†Roxas just chuckled weakly. Only his lips moved. “I’ll carry you now, Roxas. Just stay calm and relax.†Leon proceeded to do so and Axel made hesitating steps to follow as guilt washed over him. - Roxas ended up with bruises on his arm from the result of the metallic chests and pieces of wood dropping on him when he protected his head. Aside from the leg, he has no serious wounds, but he wouldn’t be walking for quite a while. Leon reported it as an accident and immediately told that he will clean up the mess. As to what they were doing in an off-limits area was something to be dealt with by Roxas’ Gardener. Axel immediately came to defend Roxas, but saying that to the school doctor wasn’t going to change anything. That wouldn’t be much of a problem for him, Axel thought. He can talk it through the school so that he won’t risk Roxas’ position (Axel knew Roxas has a rather special position in his Bouquet). The problem is what was. Roxas was transferred to the hospital that night and he hasn’t seen Axel for two days (he thought he saw him, but he was dosed with painkillers. They were too blurry to remember). Over the weekends that came right after, he was sent home with crutches. Even with crutches, Roxas didn’t remain home and immediately wished he knew Axel’s number, because he was worried that Axel might feel too guilty. He didn’t really need Axel’s apology, but he may need his forgiveness. Roxas told his uncle about this, but he was reprimanded and told to wait for the Monday to come. Roxas would have to also bear the growth of rumors too. When Monday came, Roxas didn’t have to look for Axel. Axel greeted him immediately. - “Axel!†Roxas was swept with relief. He didn’t want to look for him at all. Axel was looking fine and happy, so Roxas can’t help but say, “You’re okay!†Axel wondered if Roxas checked who was the one in the hospital. “Of course, but I’m actually here to bring you bad news.†“What?†“Principal’s office.†- Roxas had been in the principal’s office more than once, but this was the first time it was due to a trouble he caused. Most of the time, they were congratulations for accomplishments (their Gardener likes sending him in the office...). However, the principal of the school was the city’s very own Ansem – Ansem the Wise, so he is often absent. Instead, there’s the ever-serious and business-like vice-principal, Sai. The vice-principal makes very rare public appearances. The only times he can be seen is in the office – specifically, the vice principal’s office and most students shivered right after they’ve seen him. When they came in though, an old but loud voice was angrily demanding for the presence of the principal. Roxas doubted the man with grayish (with some patches of red) hair would be as loud if the vice principal was around... Roxas knew he was Axel’s father and took in the information that they were opposites. Axel’s father wore a black and red suit and he was clean and flawless. His face however was slightly wrinkled from old age and weariness, yet the pair of emerald eyes looked like an angry dragon. Axel was strangely and eerily quiet, as if suppressing with force... When the vice principal finally arrived (Roxas wondered where the blue-haired man was) Axel’s father calmed down dramatically and matters were discussed as if no venting had even occurred. Roxas looked sharp and straight, ready to face even the eyes of Axel’s father. However, Axel was... - “I know my son is a troublesome fool but why would the student entrusted to my son allow him to make such mistake?†Axel’s father demanded his voice quiet and slow. Professor Sai was unfazed as usual. “The student was assigned to your son not as his personal bodyguard, but a guide. However, there is no denying that he, along with your son, went to the off-limits area.†For a moment, Roxas felt Professor Sai’s gaze on him. “Look, it’s my fault!†Axel blurted out, trying to sound testy, but even Roxas found a hint of anxiety in his voice. Strangely too, Axel’s eyes refused to leave the floor. “I would go there whether he would come or not. He followed since he wouldn’t just leave me alone, so he did nothing wrong!†Roxas didn’t need to glance at Professor Sai. He knew that man wouldn’t break a single emotion. He looked at Axel’s father instead. Axel suffered under his father’s gaze, knowing that he was indeed nothing but a disappointment, a trouble, and a waste of time... - Roxas made sure he apologized to both Professor Sai and Axel’s father. He wished he could say something to lighten Axel’s burden, but he was quite sure he would just make matter worse. After all, no one pointed out how that incident caused a serious injury on the student. Instead, everyone was concerned for Axel (who was completely unscratched) and an Iris student allowing him to enter an off-limits area (Iris student who was seriously injured, thank you very much). Even so, they were just concerned, right? While Roxas didn’t really feel bitter for the lack of sympathy for what happened to him, he felt that there was no need to emphasize on his fault and have Axel feel guilty. He knew he made a mistake, but Axel, for some reason, felt that he made a mortal sin. Roxas spent the day joking around Axel, treating him like a servant (with a limit since his ego isn’t too big for the real role) because he was a ‘handi’. Roxas brought the topic up with Guitar Hero, too, and made a side joke about playing DDR or Dance Dance Revolution. Roxas accidentally admitted he wanted to learn how to break dance, which made Axel laugh because of the pun. At the end of the day, Axel told Roxas he wanted to apologize to his uncle, so he accompanied him to be fetched. - “Rox, you’re really out of character when you try to be funny.†Roxas knew that was coming. “Well, I was trying to cheer you up. Was it good enough?†Axel threw Roxas’ bag over his shoulder. “Yea. Thanks.†Roxas smiled. He was sat on the bench over the lawn in front of the school gates. Cars were flying past in front of them. “I know there’s something you’re not telling me, but it’s okay if you don’t feel like sharing it.†Axel remained quiet, starring at what Roxas could possibly be starring at too at the distance. “So...you want to help me, too?†Roxas quietly contemplated. “Yea...†“...†“That’s my uncle’s car.†“...†“Axel, let’s hang out again, okay?†“Yea,†he answered. Axel’s head dropped. When he craned and stretched his neck out, the clownish grin returned in his face. “We should.†Roxas grinned back. - This Thursday. Aerith’s free and I can ditch school and job for a day. Wisdom Avenue, 8am. Seph, please get a cellphone. Zack - end of episode Episode 03 - the girl named xion Spoiler Ever since I was seven I see…strange things I don’t know what they are, but you would call them…spirits Monsters? Ghosts? I never tried approaching them. I leave them alone as they leave me be But one time, when I was seven, I saw an angel - Here is another tale to be told, an addition to the episodes. There’s always something interesting about an individualized person. An individualized person always has something to do and to answer. For example, between two least favorite subjects, an individualized person is likely to give a clear idea why they are the least favorite. An individualized person is likely to explain through a comparison and share tidbits about life through the experiences the individualized person learned. An individualized person has a lot to say. This doesn’t mean that the person is clearly outgoing, though this is most of the time true. There’s the lack of insecurity and doubt in an individualized person. Not a slave to the code of society, but her/his own. Just what kind of life would an individualized teenage girl lives? Because most of the time there’s barely anything stopping her. But herself. Did that make sense? No. - “Good evening. Sorry for being late…again.†The girl was stricken with amusement as she looked up from the handheld device on her right hand. Her date returned the look with a suspicious arching eyebrow and the girl laughed – not too loud, but not too soft to be a chuckle. “You can drop the formality if you want,†she answered, switching her cellphone in her handbag immediately after she almost slipped it in her imaginary pocket. “Axel.†Axel raised a hand to call the waiter. “Yes, sir, madam? What of this evening?†“The red rose classic.†The girl nodded. “For two.†The waiter had filled their glasses with water, before leaving to deliver the order. Axel then returned to address the girl. “You’ve got sharp eyes,†he remarked. “Not beautiful?†she teased slyly. Her voice was rather soft and little, something that Axel was trying to match. “They’re gorgeous,†he said. She laughed. “Geez, okay, stop trying to flirt with me. It’s really ineffective.†Axel only observed the girl with a cool composure as if she hadn’t suggested something odd in a date. He leaned his chest near the table and placed his arms crossed on the edge. “What works with you, then?†“Simplicity,†she answered finely. “Surely we can just talk. We barely did last time…and I liked it when you suddenly burst into laughter.†Axel cleared his throat. “About that, someone just made me burst into laughter…†his voice dropped a bit and he made flickering gestures in the air as he retold of trivial things. “Some guy in the background. A random incident.†“Oh, really? How funny was it?†“Very funny.†Axel can’t help but grin. “This guy was skateboarding and slipped on a banana peel.†The girl grinned slightly. “And he shot his head into an empty trash can?†“Yea, but there’s catch.†Axel sipped on the glass of water. “The trash can wasn’t empty.†“Haha. So he was much more exciting than I was?†Axel shook his head immediately. “No, no,†he said softly. “My eyes were all on you.†The girl’s black brow shot to the air. She stayed still for a few seconds as if to wonder Axel’s behavior with a cynical look. “Axel, I really don’t like a man who lies.†Her blue eyes stared at the man with sureness. “But I’ll put up with this charade…a little longer.†Axel sat straight up and leaned on the chair. His reading, observant face did not change. “You should be more careful with what you say…and think, Xion.†The *****y* eyed girl named Xion leaned closer toward him this time. Though there might have been a threat or insult in what was said, Xion pleasantly kept a confident air and twinkle in her eyes. “I don’t like a man who’s a coward, too.†At this moment, Axel’s bottle green eyes dangerously narrowed. “I’m going to be a gentleman and ask you to leave.†Xion fixed her golden yellow dress and fingered through the ribbon around her waist. She was busy straightening her dress. “No thanks,†she said simply, and even Axel was taken back. Xion appeared to be constantly cheerful but blunt. “I’m pretty hungry.†Axel cleared his throat again and fiddled on his chair. His stature changed to that of a troubled teenager. “Xion, you’re really an interesting girl-“ “Thaanks!†Once again, the red-haired cleared his throat. “But as of this moment, I really don’t like you…in a way we could be very happy about with our…situation.†“I feel the same.†Axel tapped the table with the fingers of his right hand. “So…getting engaged is just a total bad news for us…†- It was the third week of the month. Roxas hadn’t realized the good company he’s been sharing with Axel until he was alone walking absent-mindedly in the Radiant Terrace, the large spherical inside-garden gymnasium in the heart of the school. It was the common place for all students where they spend breaks and free time together, or simply to idle around minutes before classes. The classrooms were located just on elevated platforms around the gymnasium, making it very convenient for students. Though the school was quite big, there wasn’t a lot to walk from and to as a normal student. Even though Radiant Terrace was the most beautiful and elegant place there was in Radiant Garden (with its symmetrical architecture and flower decoration, as well as the pensive light that passes through the transparent dome glass), Roxas had only wandered here for Iris duties. To be honest though, there wasn’t a lot to report after break patrols, making it extremely boring. This wasn’t at all something Roxas would really complain about, but he felt out of place and awkward in the sophisticated and peer-tight groups (or even the lone individuals or couples). He knew there were a few eyes watching him, but he only looked straight up, wishing they look away. No, don’t get him wrong – they weren’t really treating him bad. They’ve done nothing wrong to offend him - the more he felt bad at the way he was acting indifferent and sometimes cold towards them on occasion. One would quirk an eyebrow about how truth there was in this truth. The students of Radiant Academy were generally well-mannered, sophisticated, and mature (some random tendency to exaggerate a few things doesn’t count). This was the common air surrounding the school, something that its quality had offered and given the children of the paying parents. This was more of the reason why Roxas just felt out of place. He didn’t want to just sit and chat, or let a day pass by with nothing extraordinary happen. He begged to differ; he wanted action. He wanted movement, some noise, and a crowd laughing that echoed throughout the hallway. All the laughter he heard was muffled by the big space in the school. That was exactly it – this space was like void and empty instead of something used. It was odd – it was something very difficult to explain in detail. Axel and he had never gone to this place enough for Roxas to hear Axel’s comment of the atmosphere when the students from mixed Bouquets were around. He wondered if Axel would say the same thing as Roxas had in mind: it was too stiff. So where was Axel? He is taking his ability and personality test – today and tomorrow. After that, Axel would be with his Bouquet and Roxas’ new assignments would keep him busy. Roxas once asked Axel what Bouquet he would likely belong to. Axel didn’t look like he really cared. Roxas secretly hoped Axel would be in the Iris Bouquet. He had a few friends in his Bouquet – most of them his seniors, but Axel was someone he would consider his first school mate and friend of his year (though Axel was technically a year older than him). Roxas never had friends (or known anyone for certain) from other Bouquets. He knew Axel could make friends easily if he wanted too, but Roxas was just not as outgoing as he wanted to be. Watch Roxas’ reaction pop in when he saw Axel on a table with a girl he had never seen before. First tendency…eavesdropping! - “I found this in my room.†She took out a pair of black, worn-out gloves. She looked up expectantly at Axel, but received no response. “Does it belong to you?†“Why do you think it’s mine?†he asked innocently. “Besides, it has a name stitched at the back.†By the way the black-haired girl reacted she was hoping he wouldn’t point that out. She sighed inwardly and brought up what was bugging her. What had bugged her didn’t seem to bother Axel as she had thought…but why would it? “Uncle…ah, Professor Sai told me to give it to you. He said…I don’t know if he was kidding, but he surely didn’t look like he was...as if he ever…it’s special to you, or should be. He said – quote and unquote, ‘Worth a memory’, - that’s what he said.†Axel slowly smiled with a victorious, sly twinkle. “So you knew. What were you expecting when you showed them to me?†“Oh, nothing,†she hooted, which arouse Axel’s suspicions. “Axel and Elenar. She sounds too sophisticated for you.†He immediately threw the case away with a roll of his eyes, snorting. “I seriously doubt that.†“Surely there was something!†she beamed exaggeratedly. In the teasing glitter in her face, a red blush ruined the cute face the girl wore and she could be mistaken to be close to salivating. “Ew,†Axel muttered at once. He could not suspect what caused the stupor look on her face, but he could not believe either when he saw it. What a silly exaggeration of shock had been however turned to a stricken look of surprise when Axel spotted a familiar figure speaking to Roxas. The vice principal made a brief note of Axel and his company with the same aloof eyes. When their eyes met, Axel slightly frowned. “Axel, he’s looking at me!†And sure enough, Roxas was. He was either confused or embarrassed (with reasons he can just feel) because the cute girl was pointing at Roxas like an adorable tarsier. “Thank you.†Professor Sai’s humorless voice startled Roxas. “No, it’s okay, sir,†Roxas replied meekly as the blue-haired man walk away like a ghost. - When the vice principal disappeared, Roxas caught Axel’s gaze unexpectedly on something else different, a fixed look that told him that many things were going through his head. He wondered what it was, having missed the whole conversation when Professor Sai suddenly came up… Feeling that Axel wasn’t going to notice him anytime soon (whilst his friend whole-heartedly was), he awkwardly left as casual as he can. It was 3 o’clock, classes having ended then. Roxas just came out of the boys’ locker room after an exhausting PEAT (Physical Ed and Training) exercise. Even though Roxas’ wasn’t really one who can’t throw a ball, the fact is their Bouquet spends the subject with the Sunflower Bouquet. Even though the Sunflower Bouquet was laughed as to have the gayest of all flowers (men of the group do not like being reminded of what orange for them stands for), they are the most talented in terms of sports. Normally, classes are spent with at least three bouquets, but their PEAT teacher probably requested that…since Wakka was Iris Bouquet’s Gardener. And when you have a passive-persistent rival from Sunflower Bouquet as your partner in PEAT under the watch of a biased professor, well… Roxas made his way to Iris Hill, walking through the Iris Garden. Once more, sounds of the students vanished as soon as he was out of the building and in their domain. However, Roxas heard girlish laughter inside the garden… “He sounds like a typical boy,†the red-haired girl laughed, showing her pearly white teeth. “Well, a bit of a gentleman,†a familiar figure replied. “Kind of like Roxas, but happier and…kind of idiotic.†Of course, having heard his name, Roxas stopped and raised both his eyebrows. As if they knew he spotted them, the two girls stopped to notice his presence. “Hey…†Roxas waved slightly. The red-haired girl wasn’t familiar for him. She looked like a foreigner, wearing bring, tropical clothes that revealed her arms, belly, and legs with the double-layered silk top and long skirt of hers... The familiar face between the two almost laughed, but took all those in with a mouth full of giggles and greeted back. “Hey there, Roxas!†“Oh, so this is the Roxas I’ve heard of. He’s cute.†“No, he’s not! He’s handsome!†Roxas blushed in embarrassment, but not for the reason he was debated as cute or handsome, but because Mulan was being sisterly in front of a stranger. “Look, he’s blushing…†Mulan whispered, but having heard her voice, Roxas doubt she wanted to keep what she said in secrecy. Her companion giggled, which made Roxas blush harder. It was bad enough he was normally meek. Mulan, finally satisfied, put her hands on her hips. “Well then, we should go to our Castle together. Roxas, this is Ariel, third year – so it’s okay if she thinks you’re cute. She prefers older men.†Ariel shoved Mulan friendly with pinkish cheeks. “It’s not like that, but I’m taken!†“A new student?†Roxas asked Mulan, really unfamiliar with the student. “No, she came back to the school. She was here two years ago, but she transferred to a far-off school for her…†“Prince charming!†Ariel finished, sighing dreamily. “Huh?†was all Roxas could say. “Besides,†Ariel said firmly, breaking from her dreamy state all of a sudden. “I didn’t like being in this enclosed walls. There are so many things out there to explore! Look at these clothes! I bought them from Destiny Islands – do you know where that is? He and I went there together – oh such a great beach! I love the sea there! It was so salty, so fresh and the sun – oh the sun when it set!†“Okay, okay, you already told me that!†Mulan grumbled, rolling her eyes. Roxas smiled, knowing Mulan was never really into details when it comes to the subject. “C’mon, Roxas.†- The three of them arrived in the Castle with Ariel complaining at how much smaller theirs were compared to other Bouquets. Roxas didn’t have any assignments and no one seem to be hanging any either, but Roxas separated from the girls to go to his room. Each Castle is built to have rooms and basic housing for all students, because most Bouquet activities are held overnight. Some days of summer are also spent inside the Castle. Unlike the other Bouquets though, Iris does not separate the women and men rooms. They’re arranged according to brooch instead, like how other Bouquets arrange their rooms. Roxas is a silver brooch Iris student, so his room is located in the third floor. There was only one student in his year who was a silver brooch, too. The other few silver-brooch students were his seniors. There were only three gold brooch students, and two of which were in the sixth year and the other is in the fifth. There was no way to access above floors but from the ground floor, except for the elevator which is password protected. It was like an airport in the Castle. The halls go to one direction and make up a small labyrinth, and then a hall would be filled with chairs and tables, food and drink machines, and round staircases. The staircase to the third floor nearest to his room was by the east wing, which were three lefts and two rights alternatively. Iris Castle didn’t seem to be so practical, but in case of emergencies, the administrators decided to answer that with the Moogle technology called Rabbit Hole. Whether it’s going up or down, just jump and make sure not to bite your tongue. The thinner one is the less painful is the Rabbit Hole trip. After five minutes, Roxas reached the corridor and entered his room, room no. thirteen. He pocketed his keys and saw that the room was untouched just as he left it last summer. The silver brooch rooms were nicer compared to those below. It was wide enough to fit a real bed, a table and chair, a desk just near the elegant, ivory-curtained window, a large, square black-and-white carpet, and a small bathroom. Roxas had scanned the room with a small smile before turning to check the mailbox on the wall. He opened the lid and found a single envelope. Roxas wasn’t really surprised. He was quite sure it wasn’t an Assignment that he was never able to do. Most of the time, they were mails from his Bouquet. When Roxas read it, it was no letter, but… “Can you help me find a cat?†- “A cat?†Roxas nodded. “But that’s all it said.†“It’s probably just a joke,†Axel answered simply from the other line. “So what are you doing?†Roxas leaned back, eyes starring at the text in Wikipedia. Axel and he have been making use of their microphones to communicate over the Internet at home. No one uses phones nowadays; how can you possibly multi-task? “Looking up that literary piece we read. I couldn’t understand a single thing, honestly.†Axel laughed mockingly from the other hand. “I’m sure it was hard.†“Haha. Well, how was the exam?†Roxas’ thoughts soon focused on the scene between the mysterious salivating girl and Axel. “Boring…what did Sai tell you?†“Wow, haha, you shouldn’t address the vice principal like that. He’s not exactly very nice.†“Okay, Professor Sai.†“He was asking about the mysterious guy I saw weeks ago in the school.†Roxas grabbed for his bag and took out his math homework. “You probably saw me…slipping on the banana peel…but I was chasing some guy in black robes. I thought he was a theft, but nothing was missing from the school. I just saw him snooping around, and then he probably noticed me, and ran off…†“What? So the rumors then were true?†“A little bit of it, anyway, but the guy didn’t strike me with a pipe or whatever modification each rumor came up with.†“Yea, you slipped on a banana peel,†laughed Axel. “So what were you thinking?†“Ha?†“I saw you…starring into space. I thought you didn’t notice me, but since you knew Professor Sai had talked to me…†“A few things in my head.†Then Roxas decided to start a new subject, particularly the first number in the assignment in math. - Roxas came by in early, trying to see if a cat existed around. There were rarely stray animals in the whole of Radiant Garden. There were birds and bees, but other animals were quite non-existent. He even stopped by Leon, who was idly sitting on a wooden stool besides a small gardening shed. Roxas thought Leon saw one, having been asked what the cat looked like. Roxas didn’t know though, but asked if Leon have really seen one. He just said, “Maybeâ€. Roxas went through the Radiant Terrace, only to find a single student among the chairs in spherical grassy garden… The mysterious salivating girl. She was drawing something, but – though curious as he is, he was too shy to approach her. He just pretended he didn’t see her, but his lone footsteps – initially ignored, were heard. - “Oh, hi there! Sorry I didn’t see you,†she said warmly, closing her drawing book. “You’re Axel’s friend, right?†Having mentioned Axel, it made it easier for Roxas to reply. He walked down the pearly white-tiled platform, shoes crushing the grass, and meekly approached. “Yea…you?†“Friend,†she grinned. “But we’re engaged.†Roxas’ eyes quietly went wider than marbles. The girl guffawed at the reaction, mysteriously bearing pinkish cheeks that Roxas soon had. “You were so funny and cute! You were like – “ The girl imitated Roxas’ reaction while making a dumb zombie-like groan. “Lol! If only you’ve seen the look in your face!†People using Internet language, not so common. “Um…really?†“Yea!†She grinned wider. She pulled her hair behind her ear and offered her hand. “I’m Xion.†“Xion?†Roxas asked to check if he heard right, in which Xion nodded. “How do you spell that?†“X-i-o-n.†“That’s a unique name. I’m Roxas,†he said, shaking the offered hand. “Roxas,†she repeated, burying it in her memory. “R-o-x-a-s? Sora?†And all of a sudden, Roxas shivered. “What?†he asked quietly. “Well, if you get rid of the ‘x’, it can become Sora,†Xion explained, not noticing Roxas’ discomfort. “Oh…†Roxas tried to smile. Xion was very friendly. “If you get rid of the ‘x’ in Xion…†“No one.†“No one? From i-o-n?†“If you spell as it as n-o-I, it can be read as no one. As in the I like the number.†“I thought it would be number one. N-o for number.†Xion chuckled. “Number one!†she repeated and the word cued laughter. Roxas laughed a bit. “Yea, you must be number one.†The two shared a friendly laughter together. Roxas’ eyes always move from Xion’s blue eyes to the grassy surface, standing on right-then-left foot. Xion seemed to be very outgoing. Her eyes were always in direct eye-contact. “I’m new around here. Just like Axel,†Xion shared. “What Bouquet are you?†“Iris.†“I got into the Sakura Bouquet,†Xion grinned. She pulled up her closed drawing book. The cover was plain black, lots of pages that make up the thick book were joined together by a white spiral. “Drawing much.†“You already know the results?†Roxas asked. If she does, does Axel know? “Well, I’m related to the higher-ups. Let’s keep that a secret though!†she said in a hush. “Sure.†“So, what’s up?†Xion asked conversationally. “You can sit down.†Xion gestured gently to the chair across her. Roxas was about to impulsively reject the offer, but his head mysteriously nodded and he sat there a bit uncomfortably. It was mentioned he barely stayed in the Radiant Terrace, because he felt out of place, but there was only two of them… “Oh, were you busy?†the girl suddenly asked, guilt appearing in her face. Roxas blinked, hastily shaking his head. “No, no, not really. I was looking around.†“Looking for something?†Xion tilted her head. “Well, a cat…†Xion pulled out her pencil and opened her drawing book on her lap. “Could you describe the cat, sir?†she asked in a suave voice, narrowing her eyes and scratching her chin. Roxas can’t help but smile. “I actually don’t know what it looks like.†But Xion began drawing on the paper. “What are you drawing?†“Shh,†she said. “Is the cat fat?†“Yea, with stripes,†Roxas answered, deciding to play along. Xion stopped and initially raised her eyes to Roxas. Immediately after though, Xion went back to drawing. “Yes, yes…a fat, striped-cat with a mischievous pair of knowing eyes that glows in the dark, and a…a thick tail like a small pillow. A cat with a grin…well, I believe here he is!†Roxas leaned over to examine the revealed page of a sketchy tree (the one near the well in the school) with – indeed, a fat cat with a grin. He could see the form of the cat grinning up in the tree, but he was amazed that there were barely any lines that drew the cat, yet he knew – even without artistic sense, that there was a fat, grinning cat. “Wow, that’s very accurate!†Roxas complimented. “So I have a future now?†Again, this cue laughter between them. “You’re missing one more in the picture!†Xion pointed the tip of her pencil to a space in the paper. Roxas followed where the pencil was pointed at and found a full-body sketch of him looking up at the cat. His clothes and faces lacked details, but the figure and hair was definitely recognizable. “You drew me?†“That’s you finding the cat,†Xion explained. “If you visualize it in your mind and believed, it will happen! Here.†Xion tore the page out of the book and handed it to Roxas. “Is this okay?†Roxas asked, accepting the page. “Of course!†Xion laughed. “I drew it, after all.†“Thanks,†Roxas said, starring at the image. “It’s really nice!†He was really amazed at the detail. Not that he was a fan of art, but the drawing gave him such an impact. It was strange, really. He didn’t notice he was grinning with an open mouth, until he looked up and saw Xion starring at him with a watchful smile. Roxas realized this and blinked with a blush. Xion almost blushed as well, pretending to cough, but the smile in her face wouldn’t disappear. “You’ve got a nice smile,†Xion said. Before Roxas’ reaction can be deciphered, Xion laughed. “Lol, surely that’s something a guy hitting on a girl would normally say, no? But lol, not what I meant. I was just being honest. You look like a little boy who got an embrace from his admirable mother.†“Is this an artist thing or something?†Roxas slowly said, smiling unsurely. “I guess,†Xion sighed, shrugging. “C’mon, give me your hand.†“Er…why?†Roxas asked, obeying anyway. “Can I remove your glove?†Roxas was now red in the face. “Er…why?†he asked again, this time sounding more ridiculous. “I’m just going to read your palm!†Xion answered, though she was probably trying to create embarrassment intentionally. Slowly, Xion pulled the glove off. Fortunately Roxas’ hand wasn’t sweating. For some reasons he felt hot and his heart pounding. He watched her pull off his glove, starting from end. When he glanced to her face, he saw her intently starring on his palm. Roxas swallowed… Xion held onto his hand with two of her hands. She appeared as if she was massaging the palm, but there was a hint of mystic in her face. “We have a lot of things in common…†she said quietly, in which Roxas can’t help but feel a cold chill in his spine. He could tell that Xion was serious, serious enough to make Roxas believe the eerie statement. “Oi, what are you two doing?†“Axel!†Roxas jumped off his foot and Xion was just as startled. When Axel looked over their faces and Roxas’ right glove in Xion’s hand, Roxas flushed. “It’s not what it looks like!†He panicked, having then remembered the two were engaged. “Well, well, Roxas…†Axel grinned devilishly. Roxas glanced at Xion then at Axel. “Axel…†He breathed in. He wasn’t sure how he got in and would get out of this situation, but he should straighten it out. “I don’t have any special interest with her.†Two pairs of eyebrows went up. One of the persons stood up and left, the other gave both a shocked face. “Oh, Roxas, Roxas…†Axel said again, shaking his head and sighing. Roxas blinked, turning around and seeing Xion go. “Xio—“ Axel’s heavy arm fell on Roxas’ shoulder. He felt the taller guy’s weight crushing him. “Roxas, I guess this is your first time…†Axel said. Roxas didn’t know how Axel gets in times like this, but he can sense that Axel wouldn’t appreciate what he thought they were doing. “You know, Roxas, me and Xion are engaged. Meaning, we’re meant to get married in the not-so-distant future…†“Axel, I told you--!†“And it means as long as we’re engaged, no one can take her from me…†Roxas shut his eyes tight. It was coming. Discussions were over. “…except you, my best man.†- After classes that day, Roxas went to the tree according to the picture Xion drew. He didn’t really believe he was going to find anything, but wasn’t that the thought that Xion would tell him not to think? Roxas looked up at the tree, exactly how he had according to the picture. He visualized the tree and how lines magically formed the figure of a fat, striped cat and its grin. His blue eyes searched through the leaves. Lines began to reach for each other and he spotted a whole new form that stared at him. It was a grin of a cat. “Would you like at that. I’ve been found!†Roxas watched that grin move. “Had any help?†Roxas nodded. “Hmm, well, you should look through everything!†As if the cat had pointed it out, Roxas decided to look at the back page. A chill of strong wind blew, carrying the cat’s body, only to leave a grin up in the trees. But Roxas was starring at the image at the back, of a sword screwed on a humanoid chest, pierced through. Arms of the man were limp and black blood gush out of the impaled wing on its back. One of its eyeballs had rolled to its hand, missing two fingers. The head appeared to have been shaved too deep that the scalp has been carved. It was a black and white sketch, with a brutally murdered angel, yet the background held a serene, peaceful sunshine. There were swirls and thick brushes that symbolized the wind, which covered most of the image. Roxas was horrified. - His skateboard hit the door. Roxas grabbed it, opened the door, and past the dining room. “Good evening, Roxas,†greeted his uncle. Roxas greeted back without much zeal, seeing him do his usual solitaire games with his cards. His uncle was simply a card collector…and all those kind. “It’s your turn to cook dinner, if you recall,†Roxas heard him say as he was halfway the stairs. “Yea…sorry about that…†Roxas heard his uncle stand from the sofa. He turned his head around and saw his uncle frowning concernedly with his arms crossed. He couldn’t look at him in the eye. “I…don’t have much appetite.†Upon saying that, a bitter aftertaste shook him. “Perhaps some sweets then as appetizer?†his uncle suggested. “You cannot go to sleep without eating. It’s rule number 4, Roxas.†“I know…†His uncle slightly smiled, his yellow bear stretching. “How about seafood noodles? Just so we can at least follow rule number 2.†Roxas slightly smiled and agreed. Rule number 2 was to talk about problems, but he’d be breaking rule number 1. Lying. - I heard you from the news. I guess we won’t be seeing each other for a while. Sephiroth the hero, haha. I guess I’ll start pulling extra-weights, just so I can finally get to Balamb. Make sure not to forget yet - Zack - end of episode * - NOT being racist...I'm Asian >.> Episode 04 - the patrol assignment Spoiler The moon arrived by the presence of the sun. Rhymes and forms danced in the air as the notes rise and fall in an ascending flare. Every corner of the musical room listened to the harmonious melody of the produce of the piano. No lone being outside the room could ignore the grace in the air that marred inalienable restlessness, music that could pull any to slumber. After twelve seconds however the calm maids shrieked and jumped as the alarm went off. The ballroom was about to begin, and they were out of time! Horses galloped in such strange rhythm and each maiden shoe of princesses that sped up the stairs of the grand castle controlled the tic-tac of the clock, going back and forth. Plates and utensils moved on their own and there were arguments what the color of the displayed roses should be. In a random quirk the old crocodile, gray and sluggish came early and began drinking the wine from the fountain. All notes were startled at the opera-screech that broke that atmosphere. The door blasted itself open and elephant feet smashed the whole parade. The notes crashed and the pianist stumbled backward, fortunately hands taking the blow than the unfortunate head. “WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!†a deep, old-lady-like voice criticized with loud, harsh claps. Her hair was white and old, she was big and quite fat, but her skin was flawless. Though her eyes and lips were smudged with make-up, her face had a beauty mark that was at one point lovely, but her whole presence was intimidating. She moved with her black gown touching the smooth, wooden floor while dramatically making gestures in the air, her armpits visible with her shoulders naked and bear. “Madame Ursula!†the pianist almost squealed, his face paling. “That was a horrible, HORRIBLE, piece! What have you done with it?†her booming voice exploded. “Oooh, such a shame!†her mood swung to that of despair, a hand on her face. “Yet, you play with such elegance and expertise…and yet, THIS!†“I’m not really musically inclined…†Madame Ursula rolled her eyes. The tips of her finger massaged her temples wearily. “Such a waste of talent! And you’re fourteen! Do you have any idea what talent you’re wasting, Roxas?†Roxas knew, but he didn’t think he had a talent good enough to be wasted. - “Hellloooo, Roxas?†“Huh?†Roxas looked away from the television, which has been off for the past two minutes. “Oh.†He realized. “What did you say?†“I was going to say the first bell just rang-“ Roxas jumped to his feet, shaking the wooden boxes. “Axel, tell it to me sooner!†The new student was still idly sat down. “But since Miss Trepe switched for tomorrow’s free period instead, we have one hour to kill.†Axel finished, watching Roxas’ face chance to yet another realization and ‘oh’. Roxas didn’t sit back down. He just stared at the ground instead. Axel stared at it too, but it wasn’t because he was finding the ground as fascinating as Roxas does. “I actually already know Bouquet I got in,†Axel brought up. Roxas blinked. “What?†He then said in surprise, “You do?†Axel smirked, having baited Roxas’ apparent-short-attention-span-right-now. “Yea…but…†he exaggerated, making sure to draw in an annoying, unnecessary suspense. “I’m not telling you.†He stood up and looked at eye-level with Roxas. “Unless you tell me what’s been bugging you.†Roxas crossed his arms. “You’re bluffing.†Axel crossed his arms as well, imitating Roxas. “I’m not.†Roxas scowled. There was no reason for him to fall for it, even if Axel knew. He could guess he asked Xion about it, but having brought the name up in his head, he sank into his thoughts again. The last thing Roxas heard was the second bell ringing. When Roxas raised his head, Axel was gone and the door was shut, as if it was banged close. - “Tomorrow’s going to be the last…†Zidane muttered while starring at the empty can of coke in his hand. “What?†came the instant response. “Oh, you mean the official studies.†“You have it easy,†Zidane said, shooting the can on an empty trash bin. It missed. “There goes my first omen.†The young man rolled his eyes. He exhibited his habit of scratching his hair, which can somehow explain why his grayish hair was so unkempt. He also has an unshaved bear above his lips. “How is it easy? Being a golden brooch doesn’t mean anything…well, but status and all,†he shared a grin with Zidane at that statement. “Still haven’t won her heart though,†Zidane pointed out slyly, causing his company’s smile drop. “Realistically, it’s not gonna happen. You have the style of some rogue and you smell like toilet. And don’t tell me it’s because your family’s not rich. I’m sure you have soap and water.†“Hey, now, Zidane, c’mon! You’re looking as if it’s going to be the end this year!†the golden-brooch said in a confident, hushed voice. “Who knows? After graduating, it might actually be the start!†“Do you even know where she’s going after graduating?†the blond questioned skeptically. “Next week, I’m gonna find out!†he answered optimistically. Zidane dropped his right elbow on the table and plopped his chin on it. He scanned the room full of several Iris students lazily. There were mostly guys. It was sad the students in the common rooms in the Iris Castle have a silent tradition of splitting up by gender-friends. Though there were girls passing through, they were in tight, friendship groups. “If there’s anything to look forward to next week, is that new SSH professor…I hope it’d be her teaching us. Professor Rafiki’s good, but having spent five years of my life with him, a new, hot female teacher would be a nice change.†“Aren’t you babysitting a new student? A babe for that matter?†“Yea…huh? It’s Roxas,†Zidane mumbled, straightening up. The said boy was alone (nothing new about that) on a table in the corner. “His presence sure is quiet today.†The tousled young man craned his neck. “Mm…that popular Roxas kid. Yea, looks like he’s been down for a while…but not that he hasn’t always been.†He offered a grin, expecting Zindane to be in the same line of thought. “He’s so serious with his assignments.†Zidane plopped his chin back on his palm. “Yea, that’s what I thought too…†He pondered, starring at Roxas, trying to get a clue of what was in his mind. “Hey, Homer,†he called quietly. Homer’s eyes widened, his face sickened. “Oh man, I told you not to call me that. It’s Tramp—†“You watched the youth festival last year?†Zidane asked, a finger now tapping the surface of the table in an annoying matter. Tramp’s eyeballs bounced like a ball, watching Zindane's impatient tapping. “Yea,†he answered, somehow curious where the conversation was going now. “The Perfect Heart play?†“Yup.†Zidane’s finger stopped. He leaned toward the table and his face looked like it was holding in a secret. Tramp leaned closer, eager to hear what the juice is about. “He was the one playing the score…†Nothing was new there. Everyone knew that Roxas was quite talented with the piano. Madame Ursula was crazy about it. Zidane was in a dramatic pause. He’s not yet done. “Yea, and, and?†Tramp asked like an excited little child. Zidane placed a finger on his lip. Tramp’s eyes enlarged. Both the men looked around to see if anyone was eavesdropping. “I taught him how to play the piano,†the blond said. Tramp pulled back, arching an eyebrow. “So?†Zidane knew Tramp didn’t quite get what was the big deal about it. He sighed, shaking his head at Tramp’s idea. “He was horrible when I taught him. And really, I wasn’t teaching. He just asked me how to play the piano every now and then whenever we’re near the music room…and suddenly, he was some kind of…†“Prodigy?†Tramp suggested. “Nothing new, really, Zidane…†“No, it’s nothing like that!†A flush of annoyance appeared in his face. “I can just feel it. Something was…†“Don’t tell me you’re jealous!†Tramp laughed. Zidane just stood up and walked to the quiet silver brooch. He heard Tramp calling him, to stop what he was going to do. Zidane wasn’t planning to do what Tramp had in mind though. “Hey, Roxas.†Zidane placed a hand on the quiet boy’s shoulder. Unexpectedly, Roxas jumped to his feet upon touch, and Zidane came on his instinct and jumped a foot away. “Woah, sorry.†Roxas blushed slightly, scratching the back of his head. “No, sorry…†“Erm…†Zidane walked up to Roxas, thinking of a way to ease the awkwardness. He wondered if he should talk to him next time around, when he’s less jumpy. “Were you busy?†“Not…really…†Finally, Roxas looked straight at him, probably wondering why Zidane came up. Zidane nodded inwardly, now taking his chance to strike a conversation. “So…how’s that transfer student doing?†“You mean Axel?†“Yea.†“He’s fine, I guess…†Roxas was starring at him in the eyes, trying to see where this was coming. “Well, you know, he probably hasn’t told you, but he’s actually engaged.†“I know…†Zidane was taken back a bit. “Err, he told you?†“No…his…fiancé did.†Zidane was quiet for a few seconds. “You mean Xion?†“You’ve been hitting on her?†Roxas blurted out, at which he was rewarded with a brutal arm lock. “Ou-ouch! Zidane!†“I could punch you right now, Roxy,†Zidane threatened in gritted teeth. Roxas surrendered with multiple apologies, relieved on the pain upon silent forgiveness. “Sorry,†Roxas said sheepishly, trying not to show his grin. “But what’s your…how did you know Xion?†Zidane’s suspicious eyes told Roxas he was thinking of the same for him, which made Roxas look away. This confirmed something was up. “She’s my assignment,†he answered, deciding to take his turn to ask later with a poker face. Another unexpected thing though, Roxas’ gloomy air suddenly lightened to elation. Zidane was taken aback once more. “How was she to you?†This wasn’t something he expected from the popular, celebrity icon, silver brooch Iris student. Zidane wondered if… “Certainly friendly.†Zidane hastily rephrased, “As friends, and that.†“Did she show you anything?†Roxas asked quickly, showing a burst of eagerness. Though normally cool and composed, a bomb like this one would make anyone’s face stand frozen and shock. Zidane had discussed these matters with men of his age, but to be questioned so blatantly by his junior was just shocking in different ways. Zidane didn’t know how extreme his face responded to that question, but Roxas shied away at the silence Zidane gave. Roxas uneasily scratched his chin, taking in a deep breath. Not too soon, a hammer knocked Zidane awake again. He cleared his throat, finally catching himself and now thinking how to settle this as maturely and safe as possible. “She didn’t, and I’m sure she wouldn’t…why don’t you talk, Roxas?†Zidane gave in. Maybe he’ll just shut up and try to digest what he’s about to hear. Roxas looked like he didn’t know where to start. “I’m…bothered…†“Yes, Roxas, I am VERY bothered, too…†“It was…I…I’m not trying to be rude for who she is, but it was disturbing…†“Yes, Roxas, I find this VERY disturbing, too…†“I just don’t know her well enough, but…†A pinkish blush surfaced in his cheeks as he thought deeper. “I want to…†“ROXAS!†Roxas straightened up. Two hands gripped supportively and tightly his shoulders. Both men were stiff. Zidane stared at the junior’s blue eyes, shaking and anxious. “Just…do what you think is best…right andapropriate.†Zidane tried to smile, he really did, and he was very good of it. He thought he was convincing enough to make Roxas accept the offer to smile. “I guess…thanks…†the last word was faded as he sank into thoughts, and finally, to action. “Thanks, Zidane.†Then Roxas left. Seeing Roxas left, Tramp stood up and looked at Zidane’s face. “So, how’d it go?†“…†- “Haha, Tramp, you’re pulling my leg.†“I’m serious, Jack! It’s what Zidane told me!†Jack Skellington was the tallest man in the school. He was enthusiastic, creative, and optimistic, but quite clumsy. When he says, “Oopsâ€, everyone says, “Uh-ohâ€. “Hm, well, we were exactly the same when we were sophomores!†Jack exclaimed, walking through the corridor in the silver-brooch floor. Tramp had the usual difficulty like other people had, of following Jack’s quick legs and chinning up to look at him. “No way! Okay, maybe a little.†Tramp squeezed his thumb and pointing finger together. “But it’s Roxas. You know, that kid who skates like he’s riding a car and plays the piano like Mozart…†“The piano? We could use him for the youth festival, or our special graduation day! You know, to do something…epic!†Jack spread his arms dramatically. As usual, he always takes things at a different, abnormal angle. “Zidane was right when he said he was a little off. You know, I think Roxas…well, he’s THAT popular after all. But, but ASIDE from the piano and board, don’t you know how he got his silver brooch?†Jack put a finger on his chin, pretending to think. “Hmm, not really!†“He dueled Li SHANG! A golden brooch! You know, THE Li Shang. Of course, Roxas can’t just climb up to be a golden brooch, and Li Shang didn’t just lose his brooch…no one really knows the details.†Soon, Jack stopped and gestured to the door in front of them, which has silvery letters: Number XIII “That’s nice and interesting Tramp, but as you can see, there’s nothing really odd about him. He’s just unique, just like me!†“Number 13…†Tramp read by the door. “It can’t be a coincidence,†Tramp insisted superstitiously. “He gets in a lot of unlucky situations, you know.†“And he gets out just as luckily,†Jack answered, shaking off the idea easily again. “It’s completely normal. It’s like that yin-and-yang thing.†“So what are we doing here?†Tramp asked, still not discouraged by any of Jack’s explanations. Jack raised a golden envelope, which contains a rose red seal. “I need to hand him an Assignment.†“Woah…†Tramp stared at the envelope in awe. “That’s…†“Well, I’m sure you’re already familiar with it. Here we go, there!†Jack slid in the envelope through the mouth of the mailbox. “Who handed it to you?†Tramp asked, as he followed Jack who nonchalantly went off. “You know that’s supposed to be a secret!†Jack said, waving a long, bony finger at his friend. “Handing out Assignments is a matter of responsibility and trust,†Jack explained, with a nod to confirm his emphasis on it. “Well, I’m completely convinced,†Tramp declared to Jack who was still indifferent about the matter. “Completely convinced about what?†Jack asked conversationally as if he never paid real attention at all. He was thinking of the speech they practiced for their Speech and Drama class, but he’s always been too talkative to stop talking. The pair reached the ground floor and made a turn to the exit hallway. Lunch break was almost over. Tramp crossed his arms as a serious (almost comical) look appeared on his face. “That something is up with Rox—†The two were forced to stop on their stops as a white blur surprised had sped past them before crashing on the wall and falling limply on the cold floor. Jack took a bit of time to just stand in half-amazement and half-shock, while Tramp immediately checked if a pulse was still beating. “Hey, hey, you okay?†Tramp asked urgently, nudging the student by the shoulder. “A skateboard?†Jack questioned, examining the two broken halves. One of the four wheels was also missing. Tramp frowned. “Hey, skateboarding’s not allowed!†“Aw, you love skateboarding,†Jack pointed out. “Yea, well, this guy’s a stupid amateur…†They heard the student groaned. The two directed back their attention to the boy, who Tramp helped turn over and sit up. Upon close inspection, the two recognized him. “Roxas?†both exclaimed. Tramp grimaced. “What happened to you?†“There was a rabbit.†Roxas felt the painful part in his head and flinched upon touching a new bump. “A rabbit,†Tramp repeated, dripping with skepticism. “It’s different. It had…a monocle on, and clothes. It was in a rush…†Suddenly, he straightened up, remembering something. “I think it dropped its watch somewhere!†And he began to scan the obviously empty hallway. “Uh…I think he hit his head too hard,†Jack whispered to Tramp. Tramp was intrigued though. Or maybe this was part of Roxas’ case as a gifted child. Roxas then noticed his board – now splintered into a pair of halves. Roxas’ mouth dropped. “My board…†“Oh, here,†Jack handed it to Roxas, in which he accepted as if it was most fragile baby there is. “Erm…†Roxas looked like as if his most prized possession was broken. It might even be true, in this case. “What’s the emergency, Roxas?†“Huh?†“You were skateboarding,†Tramp pointed out. “Shang told me about my new Assignment, but I haven’t received the letter yet. I forgot to check my mail today…†“I put it in,†Jack told Roxas. “It’s just a patrol assignment, but of course, I don’t know the exact details. You know, silver brooch, just like you, haha.†“Shang gave you that envelope?†Tramp accused Jack. “Oops,†Jack let out (and the world outside said ‘uh-oh’). “Oh well, letting you know isn’t going to cost me anything, since you’re a golden brooch like Shang.†“A patrol assignment?†Roxas asked. “Thanks,†he told Tramp, who offered him a hand to stand up. “Patrols are normal…but if it’s specifically an Assignment…with a golden envelope, for that matter…†Tramp thought out loud. “Do you know anything about it?†Roxas questioned, looking at the gray-haired young man. Tramp scratched his nose habitually. “I’ll probably find out later after classes, but seriously, Iris assignments don’t really mean much. You just get to waste time on a lot of things.†“What about Shang giving the Assignment?†Roxas asked. “Shang’s serious with his duties, coming from the military and all,†Tramp answered, shrugging. “Hm, kind of like you.†“He’s got a point there,†Jack agreed. “Is there any particular reason why you’re taking all these seriously, Roxas?†Tramp asked skeptically. “Huh?†Roxas’ reply came again. He didn’t talk to ‘Tramp’ much, so this sudden interrogation caught him by surprise. Tramp showed Roxas five fingers. “We have the Sakura Bouquet. Their Assignments are full of opportunities. Performances, gallery displays, forums. There’s the Sunflower Bouquet. Lots of gaming, practices, cleaning – lots of limelight. Lotus Bouquet – shady, quiet, sure, but aside from the geeks in the Bouquet, they’re a smart bunch and their Assignments are top-secret, but, of course there were rumors, but I can confirm that their Assignments involve lots of research and hands-on. Daisy Bouquet – much worse than our Bouquet. Assignments are all about meditation, optimism, confession…I guess it’s kind of like Iris, except there’s a lot of talking and thinking involved. “Now, Iris Bouquet – the Bouquet of potential leaders and great followers. Our Assignments? Peacemakers, babysitters, scouts, naggers, tattle-tellers, helpers, nannies...†He stopped, as if having proven a point to the confused Roxas. “Why do you take them so seriously?†Roxas hesitantly shrugged, simply answering with a shy, meek smile. He didn’t really want to answer that, not to them, anyway. Thankfully, the bell rang and forced them to disperse. Only Jack made the honest goodbye and farewell, being indifferent and apathetic to whatever mood had settled. - The moon arrived by the presence of the sun. Rhymes and forms danced in the air as the notes rise and fall in an ascending flare. Every corner of the musical room listened to the harmonious melody of the produce of the piano. No lone being outside the room could ignore the grace in the air that marred inalienable restlessness, music that could pull any to slumber. After twelve seconds however the calm maids shrieked and jumped as the alarm went off. The ballroom was about to begin, and they were out of time! Horses galloped in such strange rhythm and each maiden shoe of princesses that sped up the stairs of the grand castle controlled the tic-tac of the clock, going back and forth. Plates and utensils moved on their own and there were arguments what the color of the displayed roses should be. In a random quirk the old crocodile, gray and sluggish came early and began drinking the wine from the fountain. All notes were startled at the high-pitch scream that broke that atmosphere. But fortunately, no elephant feet destroyed the whole parade. “I’m so sorry!†came the voice. Roxas turned around and saw the girl she met with Mulan, Ariel. “I…were you the one playing?†Ariel asked, trying to ease the awkwardness. She heard the extraterrestrial noise coming from the room. Upon sneaking in, she thought she saw a ghost playing the piano. “Yea…†Ariel’s smile dropped, heavily disappointed. Just as instant, she smiled forcibly, tying her hands behind her back. “That was…unique!†she said in forced compliment. Roxas laughed a bit. “No. I know it was horrible…†Ariel shook her head furiously, waving her hands in the air. “No, no, it was unique! It sounded strange and…†She looked up at the ceiling. “Different, but I can tell by the way you were playing…†Finally, a softer, gentle, and true expression faded in Ariel’s face. “…so professionally.†Roxas stood up, taking his bag with him. “Sorry if I bothered you,†he said, bowing slightly, before leaving for the door. “You’re leaving?†Ariel asked, feeling she is now at fault. Roxas turned slightly to her, gesturing to the piano, though he probably meant the music room as a whole. “You’re from the Sakura Bouquet, right?†“I probably am again, but I won’t be one until next week,†she said. “I’m just here since I heard you playing. Do you play often? You’re from the Iris Bouquet, right?†Ariel suddenly shot questions. She must have realized this herself, covering her mouth in embarrassment. Roxas wasn’t really affected, so he answered politely. “I don’t really play the piano. I’m not musically inclined,†he said so again. “But when I feel bothered, I play the piano a bit…†Roxas chuckled to himself. “To be honest, I don’t know why…†“Aw…is anything bothering you? Well, I mean…can I help you or anything?†Roxas looked up to Ariel and can’t help but smile. Her gesture moved him, rather than embarrass him. “No, it’s fine. It’s just about…†Then he remembered. “Wait, Ariel…†“Yes?†she responded, a bit confused. “There’s this girl named Xion…she’s a new student and she’s going to be in the Sakura Bouquet. I…I wanted to talk to her yesterday, but Shang came up…Iris duties,†he suddenly summarized. Ariel nodded in understanding. “Later, I have an Assignment to take care off, too. And I really, really want to talke to Xion. I just don’t have the chance until next month. And it’s been…bothering me…†Ariel slowly beamed. “I completely understand,†she said. “But I’m not sure if I’m going to be in the Sakura Bouquet, though I really hope so. But if I get in the Bouquet again…†Ariel affectionately held Roxas’ hand. “I’ll talk to her.†Ariel didn’t need to ask for further explanation—obviously, it was a boy-and-girl thing. “Thanks,†Roxas said, completely relieved. A thought came to Ariel and she quickly dropped Roxas’ hand. “Maybe we shouldn’t be holding hands,†she suddenly said. Roxas looked confused, wondering why Ariel made such comment on her friendly gesture. He knew girls were affectionate, so they often made physical gestures. He didn’t understand how Ariel’s comment has to do with gestures. “Nothing,†was all she said with a bright smile. “You know, it’s nice that you play the piano. I came from a musical family, and only my parents and my eldest sister could play the piano, and only I can sing. Maybe we can play together sometime? And if you know anyone who wants to play instruments or sing…†Roxas was furthered perplexed. If she came from a musical family, then why insist on playing with others? But having owned Ariel with her kindness already without being asked, Roxas just returned the smile, nodding. Though he wasn’t musically inclined... - Later when classes were over, Bouquet meetings came in. He spent the first hour with Li Shang about the Assignment, discussing the details and schedule. He wasn’t alone; he’s to work with other silver-brooch students: Yuffie, the oldest, being a fifth year, on the contrary known as being childish; Mulan and Copper from the fourth year; and lastly, the other silver-brooch in his year, Peter Pan. They were told to do the patrol as early as 7am until 8:15 (classes beginning at 8:30). Another patrol is scheduled during their lunch, 12:00pm to 1:00 (15 minutes to eat lunch; lunch period is 11:45 – 1:05), then they were to spend three hours for the last patrol, spending the whole time for the Bouquet from 3:00 to 6:00pm, one hour after-school overtime. The worse or better part is that they have to do the patrols together with close communication. For the latter, they weren’t to be excused from other Bouquet duties; they have to squeeze it in without failing. The school wasn’t entirely big. There were in fact more off-limits areas. The patrol included such areas, which made the Assignment a little less depressing. They were to specifically look through the Castles of the five Bouquets, though they were to pay attention through the school grounds as well. During the meeting with Shang and Tramp, only Peter Pan was bold enough to question the Assignment. Even if he did ask or made a smart point, no one can really answer, not even Wakka, their Gardener. A golden envelope with a red rose seal is an Assignment from Ansem, Ansem - The Wise. Even more mysteriously, they were to report to the fifth year golden brooch, one who was never seen in any Iris Bouquet meetings, Yuna. - “Wow, for this Assignment to be exactly the same time with our official studies…†Mulan contemplated. The five silver-brooch students were by the one of the rooms provided in the Castle for meetings, discussing who the leader should be and how to handle the patrol. “Jack’s not with us,†Copper pointed out with a grin. There was a chuckle among the group about the inside joke. There were six silver-brooch ncrease by the time the school year ends, since deliberation about brooches were done quarterly. Last year, there were thirteen silver-brooch students, but half graduated or transferred. “So, who’s going to be our leader?†Copper asked. Copper has round, lazy black eyes, constantly curtained by his dropping, shoulder-length brown hair. He’s always been enthusiastic about Assignments and energetic and happy. Everyone knows too his best friend from the Daisy Bouquet. “Of course, that would be me,†came Peter with his cocky attitude. He carried with him a Swiss knife he has a habit of playing with. Green was also his signature color. Last year, he was pretty notorious, especially from his seniors, for his overly cocky and egotistic, bossy attitude, but he earned a little respect and perhaps understanding because of his fearlessness when it comes to injustice. “Oh c’mon, I want to be leader!†Yuffie pouted. Just as stubborn and fearless as Peter Pan was Yuffie who was just as mature as the second year. Mulan rolled her eyes with a smile, somehow seeing how this would turn out. “How about Roxas?†Mulan suggested. “No thanks,†Roxas answered, laughing. He felt very comfortable with the group, though he had a certain dislike for Peter last year. “Besides, this is an Assignment from Ansem. I think we should take this seriously.†“Of course we are!†Yuffie and Peter said at the same time. “Well,†Mulan started, apparently the one who would negotiate this. “You two are our only candidates, so we have to know how long you can take this seriously.†This time, only Peter spoke up. “Long enough, ma’m!†Mulan smiled and looked at Yuffie. “Yuffie?†“Hmm…†she pondered. “It might be a bit boring…†she glanced at Peter, giving him a glare. “I don’t like his bossy attitude still, but I guess he can make it a bit fun.†Peter glared back. “What bossy attitude?†“So Peter’s our leader, then. Peter, any plans?†Mulan continued. Peter’s grin came back and he haughtily nodded. “Yes, and I know it’s very humble for my part to admit, I would require assistance! A second-in-command!†Everyone fell quiet. Roxas stiffed a bit. First year for Peter was quite problematic, really. Not only was he overly confident, but he was straight immature when it comes to gender and sexism. Of course, Shang was, too, but that was a thing of the past… (specifically, last year). Because of Peter’s known past history, everyone was alarmed when their leader pointed at the least person Peter couldn’t put on the edge about the topic. “Mulan, you’ll be my second-in-command!†Mulan grimaced, crossing her arms. “Really?†she asked, very skeptical. “Am I supposed to bring home-baked cookies, some cold shakes, and a fan or an umbrella in case of a bad weather?†“Exactly!†Peter grinned, feeling as if everything had fallen in place when he became leader. Everyone can see the snarl at the corner of Mulan’s lips. “All right, but as second-in-command, I’ll have a say in everything, okay?†“Of course!†Mulan suddenly stood up. “Have your own mother do those for you.†Peter’s smile slightly fell. He stumbled in his flow with a short stutter. “Hmm…but, well, I don’t have a mother…†“Roxas doesn’t have one either,†Mulan harshly said, not at all rewarding Peter with the sympathy he seemed to be asking. Peter glared at Mulan adamantly as if he had just been insulted. “And so? I don’t know why you’re complaining about a simple task!†“If it’s so simple, then do it yourself!†Mulan shot back. “I’m leader! I have enough on my hands!†“Hands that can’t do anything with a leader who can only blabber with his mouth!†“Stop, guys!†Roxas yelled, standing up and putting a hand to silence both. “I’ll volunteer to be second-in-command.†“Even better, then!†Peter said, voice still dripping with venom with a glare at Mulan. Mulan let go of the immature glare-stare fight, looking at Roxas with mild annoyance for his interception. Still, at the end of the day, she’ll appreciate that, just like last year. For now, she’s irritated of his action. “But I won’t be doing any of those you told Mulan, Peter,†Roxas told the leader. Peter nodded, lying down on the grass. “Very understandable.†Mulan almost lunged at Peter, but both Roxas and Copper stopped her. Mulan growled at them to let go, which they hesitantly did. Mulan crossed her arms. “I’ll get something to eat…†she grumbled, stomping off. “I better come with her,†Yuffie said, laughing awkwardly and hastily following Mulan. Roxas would have said that same thing, but he knew he contributed to the anger Mulan was feeling right now. When the two left, Copper and Roxas heard Peter comment about something, but it was too muffled. When the two exchanged looks, somehow they knew what the crestfallen boy had said, before he fell asleep. Around 5:10, Mulan gave Roxas an apology hug, in which Roxas returned. They still didn’t talk much, but Roxas knew Mulan was probably upset in a way that didn’t involve much anger anymore. They bid their goodbyes, just like all the other students were doing. Roxas called his uncle to fetch him, since he no longer has the board that was with him for four years. It was a bit of a nuisance, but Roxas was a little tired to walk miles to get home and a little short on cash for public transportation. Instead of just standing and waiting, Roxas visited his spot near the well. He wondered if he should apologize to Axel, or if Axel had already forgiven him. Just to be safe, he’d come online to talk to him. It was Friday, anyway. He left the spot and wandered a bit near the well. He looked up and saw the tree he saw the strange, grinning cat. Roxas checked his cellphone that informed him it was 5:18 already. He made his way to the school gates, only to encounter a pair by the trees by the back of the school. One of them was unmistakably Axel, chatting with his companion. Roxas had difficulty figuring out who the other was, who was much older even for a sixth year, but younger than the professors. Axel’s companion was as composed as he was, but the smile was like an out-of-the-world thing when put in that face. Roxas gaped when he realized who Axel was having a friendly chat with. The world never looked the same upon seeing Professor Sai smile. - Balamb entrance exam is in next month. Time sure flies fast, don’t you think? I’ve got a few more books to hit about the junctions. Aerith’s helping with public service. She said she might be able to go to Radiant Garden as part of her training. I might tag along. You should come too, if you can. Keep your memories intact - Zack end of episode
I'll be honest. I didn't read the story, but...I'm really amazed at how you managed this story, placing it in spoiler tags and all...that's amazing. I also enjoy the pics, that's certainly innovative. + Rep
lol! Simple formatting, my friend xD Well, the neater the better, though I'm such a slob in real life xD Thanks, though :D
Odd, a post was deleted :o Anyway, chapter 4 added here. Oh and I changed the picture for the chapter to Saix, because the scene with Leon didn't happen anymore xD My chapters have been consistently 13-15 pages, so yea, quite long haha. I kind of told that the chapters would be short - episodic, but it turned out like this xD I guess it's because I only planned it to be 20 chapters long, so I think I'm jamming some stuffs in.
