Fanfic number two. I'm kind of excited about this one. It's my 'love-story-with-a-twist,' based off of a book I'm writing called Kiss or Kill . I'd love some opinions, good or bad. Feedback makes for a happy little japanese guy

disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts or its characters. I own the OCs and the plot, and any random lyrics I decide to toss in.

summary: Riku Abe just witnessed the murder of the single, most beloved person in all of Harajuku. Strange part is, he saw it before it ever happened. Now he's got to find a way to find the killer and stop him before Sora Mitsuo ends up dead.

warnings: blood, violence, language, murder, lemon in the future.

Don't Speak

When it came to Sora Mitsuo, there were a select few things that ran through a person's mind. His stunning blue eyes were perfectly almond shaped and practically glowed. His chocolate colored hair suited him perfectly, and it had the amazing ability to spike out on its own, no product necessary. There was always a hint of a smile gracing his perfectly pouty lips. His skin was like the finest of porcelain, and he had a body that left both men and women lusting after him. When he entered a room, his presence just seemed to command attention, and for that one breif moment, all eyes were on him. He had such a confidence about him that radiated. Sora was a star, the brightest of stars. He was perfection. He was everybody wanted.

Though if anyone had thought to ask Sora what he thought about himself, well... they would think he was speaking of someone completly different To him, all he was was a doll for everyone to look at.Of course, not many people realized that he was exactly that. He was instructed to look this way, behave that way. He was told what to do and say, never permitted to have an opinion of his own. Or at least, not to voice it. If someone had thought to ask him what he thought, Sora would have said he was simply a puppet, a marionette hooked so tightly to his strings, yet so desperate to break free. Perhaps it was this desperation that drove him to throw himself off the roof of a twenty story building, ending his own life.

Of course, that's how everybody else saw things. I, on the other hand, I believe something very different happened. I saw him that night, standing on the roof, rain pouring down over him so beautifully. When I looked up at him then, I saw why people loved Sora so much. Even then, in that moment, he was so radiant Of course, everybody saw that. But me, I saw something nobody else saw that night. I saw him turn, looking behind him, shaking his head. I saw the look of panic and fear that came when he fell so gracefully to the pavement below. And that was when I realized something: Sora Mitsuo did not choose to die that night. Sora had seen something up there, something that terrified him. Putting the pieces together, I came to the conclusion that Sora hadn't jumped off that building like everyone thought he had. He was pushed. His death was no suicide, it was murder.

The strange thing is, I saw this before it actually happened. As in, it hasn't happened yet. Now, I'm not crazy enough to go claiming I'm psychic ir anything like that. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before, and nothing like it has happened since. I don't know why I saw what I saw. I don't know why it was me that saw it. I mean, I've never so much as talked to the guy. I've seen him -who hasn't- but that's about it. I don't know anything about the scene that I saw so clearly. What I do know is that someone is planning to kill Sora Mitsuo, and somehow I have to find a way to save him.

Of course, the main question here is, what makes me so special? I mean, I've never talked to the guy, right? But as I said, I've seen him. And he's seen me. We've stood there, across a distance, looking at each other, gazes locked. It's only happened a few times, and only for a moment, but I saw something in him that no one else could see. I saw the pain and anguish there. I saw the sadness in him. Maybe that's why it was me that saw him die. It may sound crazy, hell some people may think I'm a raving lunatic. But I know Sora will die unless I find a way to save him. And I damn well am going to save him.

So it's me versus whoever this is that wants Sora Mitsuo dead. Lucky me, eh? I mean, I'm just a nobody. I'm the guy no one likes, no one cares about. In fact, some people are down right scared of me for some reason. I don't know why, it's not like I'm that scary or anything. I mean sure, I wear a bit more makeup on my eyes than guy should, my hair is naturally silver, which kind of freaks people out, and I have a large number of earrings and such, but still. Anyway, how am I supposed to stop a killer? I can't even manage to run my own life, and now I'm responsible for saving someone else's?

I have a bad feeling about this.

And now it all begins. Review please, it keeps me going and I'd love to know what you think of it.

Taku no ai to,
Yukihiro Hanakawa