}{Final Fantasy/Kingdom Hearts}{ My Twisted High School Romance

Chapter 2 ~ Discipline and the Resistance

A/N For all those who read. Thank You! again, they might be some swearing. I don't really plan ahead. If any parts seem rushed, please tell me. Enjoy ~

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP CRASH!!!

You  threw your alarm clock at the wall. Wait, you didn't own an alarm clock.... You raised your head from the comfy pillow and leaned on your forearms. Looking through your messed [hair colour] tresses, you saw a little card on the bedside table. From the picture of hearts and a chibi, you guessed it to be from Mephisto.

You moaned, your body finally waking up. Your legs had gone numb from when Dire rolled onto your legs; raving around and kicking from his dreams. You once again buried your head in your pillows, school didn't start properly till Monday; today was only Thursday. With the sunlight trickling through the window, you hid under the covers; not used to getting up early in a bright room. 

Once again, an alarm clock went off. You could of sworn you had smashed it. Peeking from your haven, you saw the bedside table shaking. You opened the draw and that incessant ringing got louder. Growling, you grabbed the vibrating alarm clock and crushed it. You knew you shouldn't be using your powers this early in the morning, but that clock pissed you off.

Kicking Dire off the back of your legs, you crawled up and grabbed the card. Opening it up you read, 'Good Morning [name]-chan ♥ Big day today! Get up or I'll give the priestess a job here to~~~ ♥ Mephisto ' You sighed again. Having the priestess here as well was a bad idea; especially if you wanted to keep your dignity. It seemed everyone who knew liked to see you suffer. What a bunch of sadists.

Dire kicked you from your thoughts. Scrumping up the card, you threw it where the smashed clock was. Tripping out of bed, you ripped open the curtains; shying away from the bombarding light.That certainly woke you up, and from the rustling behind you, it woke up Dire. However, you finally got a good look at your room. It was quite spacious.

The king sized for poster bed was on the side wall in the middle, the black drapes pulled back. The duvet was also black, but had deep red rose patterns on the bottom corners. The frame of the bed looked to be made of oak and intricate patterns engraved the wood. A desk near the window and wardrobe was made of the same wood with the same patterns. A full length mirror beautifully carved was near the door opposite the bed. The room itself was a dark purple, roses and vines painted around the door frames. The room looked gothic and dark, just how you liked it.

The door near the full length mirror was an on suit bathroom. They was a walk in shower, bath tub, basin sink and a toilet. Unlike your bedroom, the bathroom was white with marble flooring. Thankfully, you wouldn't have to spend a lot of time in here; you could stand how bright it was, but you didn't enjoy most bright places. 

After going back to your wardrobe, you pulled out a pair of dark blue jeans, a purple sweater and some fresh underwear. You then went back to the bathroom and got a shower, Dire sitting close and enjoying the steam from the hot water. You washed your hair with vanilla scented shampoo and conditioner, enjoying the feel of the foam running down your neck. After about 20 minutes, you got out and got dressed; putting your old clothes in the hamper.

After putting on your trade mark black leather belt buckle choker and black boots, you and Dire exited your apartment. The corridor was brighter in the day, and it didn't even look gothic anymore. It looked more like a white castle cross church. It was beautiful, but a bit too bright for your taste. Looking around, you saw the doors along the corridor was all different. Some being gothic like yours, others white and some even looked high-tech. It seemed that each room suited to the teachers taste.

Shrugging it off, you walked down the labyrinth of corridors and halls. Thankfully, you had remembered your way from when Vincent had taken you to your room, plus the shadows told you. Being who you are, you could hear the whispers of shadows, they was like echoes; telling you who had been down there before. From what they said, you could tell that some of your fellow colleagues had already gotten ready and went down.