A/N: Okay, I know this is short, but I’ve been busy and I wanted to post something. (:

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The much-anticipated Golden Hour, lunch, finally rolled around about fifty minutes following the strange yelling from next door. Some had already long forgotten the howling in relation to hair and pyromaniacs. As the highly-regarded Physics educator, Mr Auron, dismissed his class once the bell rang, Sora looked over at his brother with a giant grin, an insanely zealous expression written all over his face.

“Well!”

There was a quality in the brunette’s voice and Roxas knew what was coming next…

“Reckon we should… go-find-out-what-happened-next-door-with-Dem?”

The brunette’s burning question hung in the air suggestively as Roxas rolled his eyes apathetically, mutely unable to comprehend why his brother would be so concerned with such a trivial matter. These sorts of ridiculous episodes cropped up all the damn time way back when the blonde had been in Organization XIII. And every unfortunate incident seemed to always, always happen to the pitiable Melodious Nocturne for some reason.

Or Saïx.

But Roxas suspected that the only reason why the blue-haired freak of nature suffered was because he wasn’t exactly very well-received by his fellow colleagues. At all.

They had all sorts of oddballs in the Organization.

Larxene was the Insensitive Bitch. And she still is.

Marluxia was the damn grim reaper in disguise. And now he’s a Biology teacher that loved to torment Sora in class.

Luxord was the Compulsive Gambler. He had managed to curb that insatiable desire to cheat people of their money a little in this life, thankfully.

Demyx was the Over-sensitive, Hyperactive Whinger. Still is.

Axel was the Traitorous Bastard. Roxas had yet to see if this applied in their current life.

Saix was the Master’s Lapdog. It’s now the other way around, this time with him being the Headmaster and Xemnas being a lowly member of his staff.

Zexion was the Reclusive Bookworm. Now he was just a smart-ass kid with an emo fringe, capable of nothing but snarky remarks.

Lexaeus was the Reclusive Recluse. And now teaches Mathematics, strangely enough.

Vexen was the Mad Scientist (the ‘Scientist’ part is debateable). Chemistry is now his forte, and his teachings are law.

Xaldin was… well, he liked sharp things. He still does. Plus he coaches the Junior basketball team.

Xigbar was the One-Eyed Surfer Dude. He now coaches the Senior basketball team.

And Xemnas took the cake as the Obsessive Control-freak. He Obsessed over Kingdom Hearts and basically Controlled a group of Freaks. Now however, he just had supremacy over his History students.

Roxas snapped back to attention, addressing his brother’s question.

“Sora, pray tell me. Why are you so interested? I think we both already know the gist of what happened.”

“What? That his hair caught fire?”

“Yeah. And we sort of know who the culprit is.”

Sora’s smile widened. “Only one pyromaniac in this school,” he laughed.

“My point exactly. Case closed.”

“Still! Dem sounded pretty upset. I hope he’s not, y’know, bald. Don’t tell him, but I think I kinda’ like the whole Mohawk-Mullet thing he’s got going.”

Roxas sighed. “There’s… a strange story behind the whole Mullet-hawk. And you probably don’t wanna’ know.” The two stepped out into the corridor. “C’mon, it’s lunch time. You can go catch up with the group of them and see what happened to him at the cafeteria. Axel invited my gang to go sit with my… other gang. Your gang can pop by if you want.”

“Oh, cool!” Sora bobbed his head rapidly. “Yeah, I haven’t talked to those Seniors in awhile. Right! Okay! Awesome! I’m off to my locker to put these away,” he waved his books haphazardly in front of Roxas’ face, nearly poking his eye out. “And maybe I’ll get to see just how pink my locker is,” the brunette made a face. “See you later, Rox!”

Roxas watched as Sora flew down the hallway and disappeared around the corner before going off in the opposite direction towards West Wing to drop his own books off and retrieve some cash for purchasing food. A burger and soda sounded good right about now, followed shortly by the yummy goodness of sea-salt ice cream. Not quite the healthiest of diets. But damn, there was only one word to describe it: awesome.

BANG!

Roxas nearly jumped out of his skin as the door to the locker next to his slammed open forcefully with a metallic clang. The blonde looked around apprehensively to find Cloud sullenly throwing stuff into his locker and violently rummaging for something within. He looked unhappy. Pissed would be the more appropriate term.

“Uh, you… okay?” Roxas asked cautiously, as though afraid that the older kid might bite his head off. He did look like he was capable of doing that right about now and Roxas didn’t think he could afford to lose such a precious part of his body for no reason.

“Fine, just fine,” Cloud snapped. “Just... ugh, damn the Student Council!” He fumed for a split-second, then viciously plucked his Prefect badge from his shirt and chucked it into the locker where it splintered.

Roxas looked startled. Well now, this piqued his interest. “What’s up? Aren’t you part of the Council?”

That was an actual fact. Cloud Strife was a Prefect in the prestigious Student Council, a group of dedicated students and staff members working towards helping other kids in various areas of school life. The Council was initially founded by the school nurse, Ms Gainsborough, and Ms Lockhart. The two staff members worked to recruit worthy Seniors and Juniors alike into their Council of Prefects.

The older blonde ran a hand through his messy hair in frustration. “Not if they plan to kick me out!”

“They plan to kick you out?” Roxas echoed lamely, which made him want to berate himself for sounding like some insensitive emokid.

“‘Him’ is a more definitive word,” Cloud spat, not caring that Roxas sounded impartial to the whole thing. “I’m lucky Leon and Riku’s been defending my ass or that idiot would already have me out.”

“Er, who…?”

“Him! That shithead Sephiroth! He’s been on my case since day one!”

“Oh.”

Sephiroth was Head Prefect. Sephiroth didn’t like Cloud. Quite obviously.

“Just what is he thinking? On what grounds does he have the right to kick me out?” Cloud went on angrily, continuing his self-destruction of the contents in his locker.

“What in the world did you do to piss him off?”

“I don’t know, blink at him?!” Cloud exploded derisively.

Roxas shut his locker. “Uh. Try ‘assault him with a sharp, pointy stick in my previous life’. Yeah. Sounds about right.”

“Shut it, kid,” Cloud brought a hand up to palm his face tiredly and sighed, “before I decide to murder you.”

Roxas smiled blandly. “Well, you go figure something out. And um… good luck! You definitely have my vote.” The Junior sped off down the hallway hastily, catching the last few words of Cloud’s exasperated outburst – “OH YEAH, LIKE THAT’S SO GONNA HELP!”