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Nadia had been panicking for three days straight before the beginning of term as he brother well knew. Of course he then went on to make things worse because this was Dilan and the two had had a sibling rivalry for years. Her cool older brother had over shadowed her since they were small and her parents hero worshipping him didn't help at all. In a home where no one noticed you but a broody older brother, life was anything but sweet. She twirled her long black hair around her fingers as every possible humiliating scenario flew through her mind, from tripping over in the corridor to making a fool of herself in class. With a brand new school looming in the shadows of tomorrow and her entering it in her third year, Nadia had to turn to the last person she wanted to talk to.
"Dilan? Can I come in?" she knocked hesitantly at his door. The fifth year student had decorated it with various images from heavy metal bands and scrawled 'keep out' in marker pen on the white of the wooden door. Nadia knew if she pinned so much as one picture to her door she'd get a month with no allowance but , the boy genius was given far more leeway. Eventually the heavy beat ceased and Dilan opened the door, frowning down on his little sister.
"Yeah squirt?" he drawled, his plaited hair falling forwards to tickle his cheek. He pushed back the braids irritably, "What is it?"
"I forgotten the way to my form room are you sure I'll be ok?" she asked nervously.
"Yes," he replied testily and went to shut the door. Nadia hurriedly stuck her foot in the way and winced in pain.
"Wh-what if no one likes me? Can I hang out with you?" Her eyes watered as she stared him down and he released the vice grip he'd had on the door.
"And why would I let you do that?"
"I don't know - but do it anyway - please? I wont embarrass you, I promise." She looked up at him with honey coloured eyes; there were as clear as amber and bright and wild. Dilan frowned further but nodded his head. He and his sister were more alike than she knew; they were both feral- wild inside, and he couldn't help but look out for her in small ways. He'd never let anyone know he cared but he opened up occasionally.
"Ok Nads, goodnight."
"G'night Dil. See you tomorrow." Quietly she withdrew her foot and Dilan clicked the door shut softly. Softly she patted down the corridor to her own room and shut out her worries with the click of the door.

Dilan hurriedly walked as far ahead of Nadia as he could while letting her follow him at school. She smiled her thanks as he nodded to her in the corridor and pointed at a classroom with 3S written on a small label on the door. Tentatively she pushed down on the handle and peaked around the door.
"- and that is why next year you are NOT doing a kissing booth for the school fair, is that clear 3S? Oh, hello there." A tall elderly man standing at the front of the room noticed Nadia standing in the doorway as did several of the students.
"Ah, erm, I'm Nadia - the new student?" she ventured, twiddling with her hair behind her back.
"Oh yes. You have a brother I believe Nadia, name of Dilan?" the kindly teacher waved her to the front of the class.
"Yeah, he showed me where to go," she began to relax though she tensed as the teacher laughed at this, "What?"
"I'm surprised, Dilan was never so helpful when I was his form teacher. Perhaps it’s a family thing or something?"
"Yeah, or something," Nadia replied uneasily.
"Right then, 3S! This is your new student Nadia who transferred this year, I'm sure you'll all get to know her at rec." Many of the students smiled and nodded at Nadia who smiled shyly back. The teacher turned to face her,
"Nadia, most of the students just call me Ansem or Sir, that depends on whether or not they're in trouble I suppose. Anyway that's the bell, off to first lesson 3S!" A loud clanging bell rang in the distance and Nadia found herself hurried out of the room by other students introducing themselves and smiling at her; however, seven students students stuck around when she looked lost. Five boys arguing and two girls smiling were hanging around the corridor when one of the girls tapped Nadia's shoulder.
"Hey there, I'm Kairi!"
"Nadia, nice to meet you."
"Hi I'm Olette, this is Pence, Hayner, Riku, Roxas and Sora," she pointed out each boy in turn starting with the shortest and finishing with a pair who could easily have been brothers. Sora gave her a smile while Roxas looked her up and down frowning,
"Don't mind Roxas," Sora quipped, "He's not got a very good day ahead. First lesson is maths and he hates it."
"Too right he does, and so do I!" Hayner quipped in, swaying around with a loping grace as though listening to music.
"Come with us," Pence said and off the group dashed in to the crowds of students and in to their first lesson.

Nadia was in the middle of the maths lesson when she'd finished the work. Hayner had been pestering her for the answers for at least 10 minutes and in the end she gave up and handed her book over, it was at this time that the teacher looked over.
"Miss Nadia, what are you doing?" the infernal woman cried as she hurried over to their table. Hayner looked over at her guiltily and slid the book back to Nadia who took it and went to close it when the teacher grabbed it.
"Now what is so important that you had to stop working to tell Hayner?"
"The work Miss - I wanted to show him how to work out number 5," Nadia replied, barely restraining her frustration. First lesson and I already hate this woman, she thought as the teacher scuttled off to mark her work. Hayner looked relieved and then slid a note to her as the teacher was engrossed in Nadia's perfectly set out algebra. 'Thank you, you saved me there' the note read and she smiled up at him.
"It's ok," she mouthed as the teacher slapped the book down on the table and shocked Nadia in to jumping.
"Perfect," the teacher said through gritted teeth and pursed lips, "do not let me catch you messing around in my lesson again."
"I wont…" Nadia said politely, "let you catch me," she whispered after the woman looked around and scuttled off. The bell rang and Nadia laughed with the rest of their gang; it turns out that the original 7 hadn't always been friends,
"It was only when Roxas and Sora became best of friends," Pence told her as they stood outside the chemistry block, "Sora brought Kairi and Riku and we've all been inseperable ever since. It's good you came though, the more the merrier!" The whole group laughed and Nadia paused to see her brother hurry past with several other students. Roxas watched them go with strange precision, turning back to the group only when the last student slipped around the corner towards the geography corridor. He caught Nadia's eye and looked at her hair, realizing her brother was one of the students he'd watched. He glared at her from under his mop of blonde hair and Nadia knew that his bad mood had nothing to do with their day of technical subjects. The chemistry lesson flew by as Nadia, Riku and Olette laughed about how simple the work was and Sora moaned with Hayner at it's complexity.
"But what's valence?" Sora asked curiously,
"Beats me," Hayner replied, balancing a pen on his tower of erasers, pencil sharpeners and ruler pieces. He'd broken the ruler a year ago and had yet to buy a new one since he claimed to be 'too busy to go shopping for school stuff'. Pence explained the work as Kairi gossiped about a group of students in school,
"You know the students you saw?" she asked, unaware that Nadia's brother Dilan was part of the group, "They say they're really weird - they're plotting something or other, and they have code names! So say your name was…"
"Kairi?" Olette joked and the three girls laughed,
"Sure," Kairi replied, "So if your name is Kairi you'd re-arrange it and add an 'x' somewhere. So I'd be…"
"Kixari?" Nadia said before laughing,
"Yeah, or Riaxik?" Olette added. Kairi shook her head,
"No, no - I don't like any of those names," she protested, chuckling.
"How about Xiakir?" Riku cut in, only half listening. Kairi thought for a moment before nodding,
"That could work, but anyway that's how they know they're part of the group. They're called Organization Thirteen, but written as 'X' and 3 'I's… thing is, there's only 12 members now."
"Why?" Nadia asked curiously but though Kairi changed the subject her glance at Roxas didn't go unnoticed. Nadia puzzled over it as the bell rang for rec and she thought to herself. Sora add 'x' could make Roxas, she mused, I wonder why Roxas became 'best of friends' with Sora… She had no time to puzzle though as the gang whisked her away again.

[[ Incomplete - update coming soon ]]

Randomness

I'm not sure what this is; it's not a poem, or a story. It's just something I wrote because I felt overcome with emotion. A strange piece of fanfiction I guess. But here you go. It's a sort of a letter, from Axel to Roxas and Sora, that Axel planted on Sora's clothes while they were fighting the nobodies before Axel's final attack. This sounds strange, but read it aloud, quite softly and slowly, that's how it's meant to be read.

I gave you everything I had.
Everything but the thing I couldn’t give.
You understood.
But you didn’t really get it.
You knew it was missing.
It was killing me – inside.
To know you knew;
To know you knew what was missing.
And then you went away.
Betrayed me, and all those who thought they knew you.
But mostly me.
Not to sound conceited, of course,
But it hurt me most.
I never found out
Whether you meant to hurt me.
Hurt me because you wanted what I couldn’t give.
I thought you understood.
You should have known
Since that was the thing you couldn’t give me either.
And I saw you the other day.
The you that is not you at all.
And I wondered.
Did you go looking for this?
For the thing you couldn’t give?
The thing that you knew I wanted too?
You didn’t recognise me.
You wouldn’t.
But I missed you as you walked away.
You were in there and you didn’t say anything.
Is this how it has to be?
You finally have the thing you wanted
And you can’t give it to anyone.
Anyone except the one he wants to give it to.
How long until you’re gone forever?
And even I don’t remember you?
He doesn’t know you,
Not like I know you.
Did you love him?
More than you loved me?
Weren’t we best friends?
More than best friends?
I promised I’d never leave you
But you left first,
You left me heartbroken.
And so I gave it.
My all.
For you.
The you, that is not you.
So here it is.
The thing I could never give
Because I didn’t have it to give.
I finally give you my heart.
Made from paper and ink.
I’m sorry it’s not fancy
Or pretty, or like how you imagined.
But it’s the best I can do.
My heart
For you.
Roxas,
Take it.
Never let it go.
For me.
Now I’m gone.
Gone to a place, where you cannot follow.
We will meet in the next life.
If I have a next life.
But keep this paper heart
Close to yours.
Even if it is the you that is not you.
Sora.
Do this for me.
For Roxas.
I beg of you.
Give him the thing I could not give
By loving someone,
Completely,
Purely.
But keep this near your heart
So Roxas has that too.
My heart,
Of ink,
Of paper,
Born of my imminent demise.
Forever am I yours
Even if the Roxas I knew is gone.
Forever yours, my mysterious boy.
Axel.

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Matt, supposed to be realistic but I can't draw guys chests realistically since I have no base. Girls are fine, I am one so no need to panic but guys are harder. >_< Plus you have no curves, damn you all!

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Original Fiction

The Box Kite

The sea lashed against the rocks, towering, dark and defiant against the ocean’s eternal rage and a sparkling diamond spray flew up around them and searched desperately for a gap in the stone. Julian sat back in wonderment, recalling the painful tang of water in his nose as he had clung to those pillars as a child; how the relentless sea had changed them, weakened them and yet they were still beautiful. A breeze ruffled his hair, auburn and glowing in the dying sunset; it had been cut shorter recently but it still tangled in the wind as it had those twenty years ago.

How he had scrambled over the driftwood and rock-pools, calling with a soft lilting voice to his brother. Red curls matted with salt and sand as he shook his head like a dog, full of youthful vigour. Julian could see it even now, but he was older now and so tired and world weary. As a child he’d been so carefree; a nine year old boy, no work, no worries. He longed for that life again. His mother and father, sitting together on the forest green bench; growing more and more distant until they were but ants on a minute strip of green at the other end of the beach. He’d curled his bare toes in to the moist, pliable sand and looked across to the stack, ancient rock standing bold against the ocean.

It was then that he’d seen it.

Bloody and flapping, it was drifting pathetically on the waves, caught against a rock and unable to move. His heart gave a jolt and even his sun-kissed freckles seemed to pale; surely it was some injured seal or baby animal? His feet began to move and Julian was swept along with them, unable to think. He reached the water and didn’t stop. Arms flailing and legs thrashing out at the water, he was desperate to reach his goal and somehow he reached the stack and gripped the fallen stones tightly. Where the arch had collapsed, the sea had swallowed the stones, making them treacherous with green algae that evaded his fingers and sent him sliding in to the water as he reached for the sinking mass. Water sprayed up in to his face and eyes and he spluttered as his brother shouted out to him from the beach. Julian turned his face away; the beach was so far behind him and he was so close. His fingers grappled to clutch the rock and his left arm reached desperately for the creature.

At once Julian knew that he’d been wrong as the creature grasped his fingers and stuck tight. It felt delicate, too frail to be alive, but without thinking he gathered the wounded creature in his arms and allowed the ocean to snatch him from his mossy vantage point in a crash of waves on stone. For a moment he drifted, head encased in a world where there was no sound or light or heat, just the beating of his heart and the gentle touch of the waif like creature at his arms, chest and hands. It comforted him and his legs began to kick their way towards the air above. He broke the surface of the water with a cry of delight and realised that he’d been swept back to the beach. His brother was on him in an instant, hugging him tightly and berating him for his rash actions, but his mind was elsewhere.

The creature in his arms was fluttering in the breeze and he held up the prize of his endeavours. The dying sun light illuminated the crimson skin and cast its slender bones in to shadow; Julian untangled it lovingly and laid it out with nothing short of reverence. His brother examined it sceptically and poked the creature with a pudgy finger.
“It’s a kite,” the younger boy stated, “What’re you doing going after some silly box-kite?”

[[Unfinished]]

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Spiffeh came out wrong because I couldn't get his legs and, err, hips right. '///' Y'know, it's easier to draw trousers than a fig-leaf.