*Disclaimer: I do not own MFB or KH.
Note: Parts of this written content in this story are not made up by me. That credit goes to Kirameki87. Also for Roxas having 3 brothers and a hard working mother (also including the KH teachers and students in the cast.) are not made up by me. Give that credit to Xyphate (Yes, refer to KH High School Times). The whole idea for KHS to have firebirds as their mascot is actually made up by me. Here is the replacement cast. (This happens after KH High School Times.)
Sooooo… I've reverted back to typing stuff in Word, 'cause it's easier... I'll probably just copy and paste it into Fanfiction after so I can add lines and things… yeah!*
Walking down to the courtyard, it was hard to avoid the gossip flying around about our previous period. Not being one for that kind of thing, I will not narrate it.
Upon reaching the courtyard, we were delighted to find it utterly deserted.
Seriously?! Why doesn't anyone ever tell us these things! But then again, these are the Garcia's we're talking about. There's a pretty good chance they're just hiding somewhere to see how long it takes for us to notice.
Apparently, some of my classmates had a somewhat similar thought process and were searching the bushes and trees. I decided to join them, and soon, everyone was scattered about looking for said Garcia's. The faster we found them, the better.
Technically we weren't supposed to be unsupervised during school hours.
Contrariwise, who was going to call us out on it, anyway?
I wandered over to the bushes near the softball field, and started pushing branches away idly. My head was down, but soon short upwards when it hit something. Stupid wall… I thought, rubbing my head. Much to my disappointment… embarrassment… surprise… the thing I had bumped into was in fact, not a wall. Or a pointy heat radiating wall, for that matter. Not that Faust generates that much heat, or anything. But surely more than a wall does…? I guess that depends on what's behind the wall…
If you didn't get the cryptic riddle hint I dropped there, I'll spell it out for you. The person in front of me was Faust, long silver hair (Sephiroth style), pinkish-red headband thing, giant white coat, pointy nose, and all.
"Hello," he said in a monotone voice, staring blankly at me. "I am filling in for Selene and Enzo today."
“Um.” Still a bit stiff, I nodded, and brought him to the center of the courtyard, where everyone eventually gathered. Faust repeated what he had told me, and also mentioned something about Enzo and Selen getting bored with their jobs as P.E. teachers. He also introduced himself, but that was more towards the beginning.
"It says here," Faust starts, "that we are to be playing 'paddle ball' today…" He gestures to a cart of tennis balls and rackets that we'd somehow failed to notice earlier. To demonstrate, he took a blue paddle and a neon tennis ball, and proceeded to hit the ball up and down, obviously entranced by the notion.
"Uh… so… do we get with partners, groups of three, or something?"
Faust's attention turned away from the paddle, effectively causing the ball to bounce off at an odd angle, hitting Sam in the face. Talk about bad luck… maybe Sam should stop asking questions… Or maybe he could just stop talking altogether!
What a miracle that would be! But then this story would have no comic relief... Or rather, one less form of comic relief.
"Yes. That is a reasonable idea. Groups of three should work. There are 36 of you, I believe." Faust guessed.
Sora, Angelique, and I got into a triangle, as many other people had done. We each had a paddle, and I carried a tennis ball.
I wasn't the best at this, but serving came easier to me than some things. So, I did so. After many attempts, we beat the record Sora and I had made the week before. 5. This time, we had 7. Not to be confused with Seven; a name Sora will call himself occasionally.
We got into a rhythm and were consistently dropping the ball once we got to 7 hits. Angelique started humming some tune I didn't recognize, but I assumed it was an aria from some opera. Or the newest song on the radio I'd end up despising for the next month. Either one works. I looked over at Faust. His face was one of death.
Not meaning he was dead or anything, just that his face was emotionless, unmoving, and overly pale. Nothing new there. While I'm at it, did you know? "Shi" means death in Japanese!
I snapped out of my trance when the tennis ball hit my head rather hard.
"Aww, we only got to three that time!" Sora expressed.
"Nice shot… I didn't know you could aim…" I said back to him, rubbing my forehead, which I'd hit earlier on Faust's pointy nose.
We returned to hitting the ball in a triangle. I got bored again.
"Can we give the ball a name?" Angelique broke up the silence.
"Sure!" Sora agreed happily.
"Yeah!" I smiled, thinking that this idea just sweeped our boredom entirely off of ourselves.
"What should it be?" Angel curiously asked.
"Tobi!" Sora exclaimed randomly.
"But there's already a bunch of Tobi's!" I pointed out so suddenly.
"Good point…" Sora agreed.
"How about… wait a sec, doesn't it need a gender, first?" Angel thought out loud.
"That's kind of a long name…" I sighed.
"Uh, no that wasn't a suggestion, Roxas…" she shook her head no.
"Oh! Well, I usually come up with a name first, and the name determines the gender… or I disregard gender completely, and name it after some character!" I explained, Angel was now surprised.
"How about a beyblade character!" Sora exclaimed happily.
"Okay!" Angel laughed.
"Not a villain, though…" I sternly said.
"Why not?" Sora questioned confusingly.
"Because if we name it after a villain, chances are, they'll appear!" I exaggerated, as if I was telling them a ghost story that’s gonna frighten the whole school.
"Oh yeah… so… Sora, maybe? He doesn't appear too often…" Angelique suggested quietly.
“Hey! But not named after me!” my brother Sora assured.
"Yeah! Sora needs more recognition!" Angel suddenly realized in awe.
"Alright, Sora it is!" I confirmed happily.
"Hey… has anyone been counting? We haven't dropped the ball for a while now…" Angelique pointed out. Wow, we were now Paddle masters as Sora now named our group.
"Oops, no…" he frowned.
"Snap…" I sighed.
*Yaaaaaay… Naming inanimate objects that don't move is fun… you should try it! Then you can say hi to them when you walk around in circles at recess!
Kyoya: No one does that except you…
Falco276: How do you know? Are you a stalker?!*
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