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I Forgot to Mention: This was originally written as a fan fic about what would happen if me and my buddies got teleported into the Kingdom Hearts verse. Therefore, all the original characters are named after us. This fic stars me, _L1V1NG SU1C1D5_, stolen after midnight, kuubyyimaster, SchizophrenicMC, and unloved ftw. Please don't think I named a character after me because I was introverted.
9/06/09 EPIC UPDATE: Reposting this chapter because I've changed it quite a bit. Plot is basically the same. Don't trust the username of my co-author in future chapters: she changes it all the time. From here on out I shall refer to her as TsugumiAngelus--after her Youtube name. Go check her out!

Chapter 1: Twilight Town

Olette couldn't help but smile to herself at Mia, the girl who sat next to her in debate class. Right now, she was dead asleep, head on her folded arms, mouth hanging open slightly. Out of anyone else in any other class, Olette would be irritated beyond all belief.

But this was Mia, and this was debate. If there had been one thing Mia had always been good at, despite her many failings in math and Phys Ed, it had been debate. Whether she agreed with a topic or not, she was able to whip out an argument without even having to think about it. It was almost annoying, but Olette would let it slide. Everyone knew that she could sleep through lectures if she wanted to. It was probably even easier for her to finish her exams and then sleep the whole time.

Mia herself had mid-length golden-blonde hair that was always tied back with a red bow. Her eyes were bright blue, and she had a good figure, despite the fact that she never seemed to exercise. At all.

It was the last period of the day and the bell would be ringing in five minutes. If Mia slept any longer, she wouldn’t get any sleep tonight. It wouldn’t matter much (it was the last day of school), but Olette had always been the mothering type.

The brown-haired girl prodded the blonde in the cheek with her pencil. Mia snorted softly and sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She glanced at Olette and muttered softly, “How long was I out?”

“Half the period,” Olette replied. “We let you sleep.”

They looked up at the teacher, who seemed to be surfing the internet on the computer. Everyone else was done with their test and whispering to one another. They figured that talking was okay at this point.

“Probably shouldn’t have,” Mia groaned, rubbing her shoulder. “I was having one heck of a freaky dream.”

Olette leaned on her elbow. She wasn’t too close with Mia. The girl’s family gave her pretty much everything she wanted, and she was perceived as spoiled by her classmates. Olette knew for a fact that Hayner, Olette’s best friend, liked Mia, if only because Seifer liked her and Hayner just needed one more reason to butt heads with the school punk. But that was about it.

The bell rang and the two girls rose with the rest of the class to leave school for the last time that year. “Maybe it’s just post-exam jitters.”

Mia cocked her head at Olette, blue eyes disbelieving. Olette smiled, rolling her eyes at herself. “Yeah, I don’t think so either.”

Hayner, a blonde boy with brown eyes, approached from behind grinning like an idiot. “The insanity is over! Thank God! Hi, Mia.”

“Hello, Hayner,” Mia said distantly, looking away.

“Wanna come hang out at the usual spot?” asked the boy. “We’ve got cookies…”

“Oh, no you don’t,” Olette snapped. “You’re taking me shopping.” She grabbed Hayner by the ear and dragged him away.

Mia smiled to herself. Olette had that boy whipped.

“Hey, Mia,” said a tall boy striding up alongside her. He had blue eyes, platinum blonde hair, and a glamorous scar across his face. Although the school uniform didn’t suit him, he still radiated bad boy a mile away. “Were those lamers bothering you?”

“Hi, Seifer,” she responded, face red. “No, not really. Weren’t talking to me long enough to bother me.”

Seifer’s two friends, the lunkhead Rai and the quiet lavender-haired Fuu, approached from behind.

“Hello,” Fuu said simply. She seldom said more than one word in a sentence.

“Seifer’s got nothin’ goin’ on after school, so if you’re not doin’ anythin’, he wants you to come hang out at the sandlot with us, y’know?” Rai said. He had a habit of saying “y’know” at the end of every sentence.

“Oh, I’d love to, Seifer, but I’ve got a dance class,” said Mia, a little bit disappointed.

“Then blow it off,” Seifer suggested, smirking.

“Hey, your parents may not care where you are, but mine do,” Mia sighed heavily. “My mom would kill me so dead you would not believe. The next time you saw me would be just my head on a stick outside my house.”

“Fine then. Have it your way. If you change your mind, you know where I’ll be.” Seifer and his group turned down another hallway and exited.

Mia sighed, her good mood shattered. She turned down into the main hallway and headed out the back entrance. And she ran smack into someone standing outside.

The man wasn’t a student, because until she’d bumped into him he was staring intently at the school. That and he looked in his twenties. He was tall, almost ridiculously so, with long, unkempt black hair. He wore a long red cloak, tattered at the edges, as if a very angry dog had grabbed on and refused to let go.

And now his eyes—a piercing vermillion color—were fixed on her, a mix between mild anger and shock in them. He didn’t say a word.

“Sorry, sir,” she said shyly.

The man’s mouth was a grim slash. He turned and took a few steps away from her. He paused, seeming to think better of walking away, and looked at her. “This is your last day at school.”

It wasn’t a question, but Mia nodded. “I’ll be a sophomore next year.”

He stared at her for a moment before shaking his head. “No,” he muttered, half to himself. “You probably won’t.” And without another word, he walked away.

Mia gazed after him, mouth slightly ajar. Had she just heard what she thought she had heard? Was that a threat? Was he really serious? What was that supposed to even mean?

She stood there for a while, clutching her pencil like a security blanket. Thoughts ran through her mind faster than she could register him, images of a cloaked serial killer, a stalker, some dark figure watching her in dance class today…

She couldn’t go. She couldn’t go home either. What if someone followed her? What if they wanted to hurt her family?

The girl took off around the school, towards the train station. She wove through Twilight Town’s streets until she found the back alley where Hayner and Olette usually hung out. She entered past a piece of ripped-up cloth that shielded the entrance to the alley.

It was a small, well-furnished little alley. A ratty old couch that looked like it might have been salvaged from a garbage dump sat along the right-hand wall. Dartboards and posters hung on the walls. A jukebox was there, as was a pile of magazines. The only thing it was missing was Hayner and Olette.

Mia groaned and hurtled out the back alley and around the corner. She dashed down a flight of stairs and through the marketplace before taking another flight down into the sandlot.

As she expected, Seifer, Fuu, and Rai were loitering by the posters advertising the Struggle (a yearly friendly brawl for prize money, kind of like kendo-meets-wrestling). They must have run home first, because they had changed out of their uniforms and into more tramp-like clothes.

Seifer looked over first. “Hey, look who decided to show… up?”

Mia hurtled towards him and practically tackled him before breaking down in tears. He was taller than her by about a head, so she was basically soaking his shirt.

Seifer looked at Rai, who just shrugged, then at Fuu, who looked away. He looked down at her and put his strong arms around her. “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”

“There was…” Mia blubbered, clutching Seifer’s shirt, “There was a guy! He said… Oh, Seifer, I think he wants to kill me!”

“That’s ridiculous,” Seifer said, trying to sound comforting, but clearly confused. “Who’d want to kill someone like you?”

He put his hands on her shoulders, but she only felt worse as time went on. She was starting to feel physically ill. Every part of her body was shaking, and she felt like Seifer’s hands were much heavier than they really were. Her head ached and her legs felt like some substance that was as heavy as lead but with the same supportive properties of marshmallows.

Seifer seemed to notice and took her around the waist and tried to guide her to the bench. “You look awful. You should sit down.”

“Yeah,” she sighed. “Sitting... would be good...” And her legs gave out.