Hi there!

My name is Michichi and I'm from the Netherlands. My English might thus be a bit strange, but I hope you'll bare with me.

This is also my first fanfiction (although it is by far not my first story) and I hope it is an enjoyable one. I have read a lot of Naruto and Kingdom hearts fanfiction (and before that I read Digimon and Gundam fanfictions as well) before I decided to write this story. I'm afraid my characters might end up a bit out of character because of the subject of the story, but I'm doing my best to portray them the way I always see them when playing the game.

This story revolves around Sora and Riku (and yes there will be a relation between those two) and their struggle to find their place into the fashion world, which is a battle of it's own unique kind. How the battle started and how it will end, you'll have to figure out by reading *wink*.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: KH and it's character don't belong to me.

Summary: Sora and Riku, both fashion world outcasts try to find their place in a different world. They don't seem to be able to forget about their dreams about fashion and fame, however, and decide to combine their powers and skills while battling their way back into the world they feel they belong. Will they succeed or will they succumb to the darkness of an artists death?

Edited: (3-11 Disclaimer, Summary and different line breaker has been entered)

Chapter 1

Outside of the University building, in a sunny spot near the end of the campus grounds, a young man was seated against the campus wall. His brown, spikey hair and the papers and books surrounding him were being cherished by the soft spring breeze. He had his eyes close as he snoozed away in the gentle but bright sunlight. This was his favorite spot to study and more often than not he dozed of once or twice. Days like these weren't rare in Twilight town, and because of his habit of taking naps in sunny places everybody that had attended Twilight University since the previous school year already knew who the boy sleeping against the wall was. Even some of the newer students already knew about him either because they saw him, or heard the stories.

The young men, dressed in a simple, slightly torn pair of skinny jeans and a made-up, short sleeved band shirt, stirred in his afternoon nap which caused one of the books on his lap to fall off. On his arms he wore several braces that his girl-friends had given him while making him promise, possibly by force, he should wear them at all time unless in the shower or in bed.

Stirring again, the boy falls to the side where his head lands on his schoolbag. Now awake, the man groans and brings a hand adoring a newly bought Vivian Westwood ring to rub the now sore spot where his head landed on the bag. After having soothed away the sore spot, the man's hand runs through his hair and one eyelid creeks open to uncover a sky-blue eye that looks at the bag suspiciously. Trying to remember why his bag suddenly turned into a possible killer, he reaches out to search the content of his bag.

Soon he find the culprit and takes out the murderous box on which he hurt his head from his rucksack. "What to ef is this doing inside my bag?" he wonders as he inspects the to him mysteriously appeared object from all sizes.

"Sora!" The young man looks up from inspecting the box as he hears his name being called. He spots two of his girl-friends running over to him, waving all the way. The girl that called his name, Kairi, was dressed in one of her favorite miniskirts and matching crop top. Her red, short hair was an absolute mess, probably because of the running and most likely because of earlier frustration about an assignment she didn't understand at all. Next to her he spotted Selphie, Kairi's unofficial blond twin. The girls had obviously agreed upon wearing their favorite outfits today, as Selphie was sporting her favorite sunflower fellow dress. They called each other their twin, even though they weren't born on the same day, or even in the same city. The girls looked nothing alike on the outside, being born from different parents, but their way of thinking was nearly identical and most of the time they managed to finish each other's sentences.

Sora waved back at the girls and waited for them to join him on his favorite spot. Maybe today was favorite day, he muses as he noticed while checking the time that he too was wearing a favorite, namely his wrist-watch. Kairi and Selphie had by now reached Sora and Selphie dropped her rucksack and herself in the grass with little grace. Kairi giggles at her twin's action and sits herself down on the grass with a little bit more grace.

"O good! You found the lunchbox!" Kairi says while taking the killer box from besides Sora. "You haven't eaten it yet, have you?" she looks inside to box to make sure the lunch was still inside of it. "Oooooh, so it's a lunch box? I thought it was a disguised killer instrument." Sora reply's while rubbing the spot where he had hit his head on the box. "Were you asleep again?" Selphie states more then asks as she starts rummaging through her own bag, most likely in search of her own lunch. Kairi giggled again, "You lazy bum."

As Selphie releases an over enthusiastic "found it", Kairi returns the now identified lunchbox to Sora plus a pair of chopsticks. Sora accepts them with a thank you. Even though he now realizes how hungry he is, he puts them to the side for a bit as he starts gathering his books and papers so they won't get dirty with possible food spills. Being the klutz he knows he is, it is more than possible he'll be spilling some of his food or drinks over his most important papers. Having put all his things out of normal range, he picks up his lunch and chopsticks and opens the box. Inside it he discovers a deco-bento, an Asian lunch box that is arranged into a cute design. The unofficial twins are already chatting away about boys and parties and what not.

After taking his first few eager bites Sora suddenly realizes something. "Kairi?" he asks, hoping he'll get the girls attention. After the redhead acknowledged having heard him in between giggles, he continues his question. "When did you manage to get this box in my bag?" Kairi and Selphie look at him silently. "What?" Sora retorts, now getting slightly worried. Kairi and Selphie look at eachother. "You mean to say you seriously have no idea? Like, seriously?" Selphie asks. Sora tries to run through his memories, but as he had had no classes with the two girls today, he really can't think of a moment when the girls snuck the lunchbox in his bag.

It wasn't uncommon that the girls did so, as Sora had the tendency to forget to pack any kind of food in the morning, and on days like today when he had late afternoon and early evening classes he's usually be worth shit during lecture and sometimes even manage to disturb his fellow students with a grumbling stomach. Sora shakes his head, indicating to the girls he really had no idea. Kairi releases a sigh and Selphie starts giggling. "Remember when we met in the hallway this morning?" Kairi starts. "We, not so gently, snuck the lunchbox into your bag then. Do you really not remember? I was sure you would have noticed the added weight. Or at least that you would have noticed when you unpacked your bag when you settled down here!" Sora tries to remember the incident, and slowly but surely something to make itself known in his memories. After taking another bite from his lunch he replies "Oh, So you were the ones tugging my rucksack at that point" he grins while putting his arms behind his head. "I thought it was just someone passing me by a little bit too hard or something like that." Kairi groans at the answer, but as Selphie falls over form laughter, she joins her blond friend into a bout of laughter, and within seconds the three of them are all laughing out loud.

As they finished their lunch the three friends lay in the grass looking and pointing at the clouds. The breeze was ruffling their hair and Sora feels himself slipping into a nap again, until Selphie starts talking. "You know what?" "What is it, Selph?" Kairi answers and rolls onto her sides to look at her twin. "I wish we could always stay like this." "Yea I know what you mean. Wouldn't it be awesome?" Kairi replies with a soft sigh.

Sora wished he could agree with the girls, but the feeling of unrest had been growing inside of him lately. Turning his head away from the girls, he looks at his piles of books and papers. The wind had opened up one of his notebooks to a page were he started doodling in class because the lecture was filled with questions Sora already understood because he had actually read the assigned papers, unlike many of his class mates. He looks at the doodle with a pained expression, as he realized exactly what he had been drawing. "I thought I had finally given up on that" he says to himself softly.

Suddenly his sunlight gets blocked as Kairi leans over him. "Sora, you okay?" she asks worriedly. Sora lets out a questioning humming noise as he makes eye contact with the girl. He can't help but notice that he can look up her skirt, which had ridden up the girl's legs as she sat down. "We asked you a question but you didn't answer" Kairi continues. "I'm sorry," Sora replies with his trademark smile. "I must have been snoozing again. And, um, by the by. Not to be rude or anything but, I can totally look up your skirt." He adds with a blush, averting his eyes from the girl. A few heavy seconds pass by before his eardrums are nearly blown out by Kairi's loud "You lazy perfert!" before she storms away, taking her bag with her as she passes it. Selphie gathers all the remaining items before running after her twin. "Wait up Kairi!" she calls. Before she completely runs off after the redhead, Selphie turns to Sora. "Good luck on your evening classes!" She sings in a cheerful voice before sprinting to Kairi. Sora releases a soft laughter before sitting up in the grass and looking over campus.

Yea, it was a normal spring day on Twilight University. Little did Sora know about the surprises this new year would bring him.

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Even though it was the middle of the day, his room was dark. He didn't want to be reminded of the things around them, so he had blocked them out. The sun and the daytime it had announced he had blocked out be drawing his curtains, his cellphone and laptop shut off and buried somewhere in a drawer of his desk, but as much as he wished his locked door would block out the world, it didn't to more than just preventing his family or the other in the house from entering his room. Even with a pillow covering his head he could still hear his brother knocking on the door telling him he wouldn't be able to hide from the world forever.

"Little brother, you think you can stay in there forever, having a bathroom connected to your room, but sooner or later you will have to get out of the room to get food." He heard his brother tell him through the wood. At the reminder of food his belly stared making sounds of protest. He hadn't eaten anything since dinner the previous day, and now it was already nearing dinnertime again. Giving up trying to ignore his brother the platinum haired youth throws his pillow against the door. "Throwing your pillow against the door isn't going to make me go away, either." The young man sticking his tongue out towards the door. "And sticking out your tongue won't have any effect either, especially if I can't see it." Groaning at his brothers antics, the man tries to return to his sulking and ignoring the world, but with his stomach now asking for attention his thoughts return to the reason why he locked himself up in the first place.

His eyes drift to the papers shattered around his room. Drawings that to him presented his live, shattered around the room in an utter mess, some of them stepped on, others ribbed or torn to the point where repair wasn't even an option anymore. He sits up, letting the blankets he had wrapped around himself as a protective cocoon slide from his body. Still wearing the baggy jeans and tank top from the previous day the man crawls over to the end of his bed were the papers that ruined his live lay before him. The newspaper with the article that shattered his dreams, the letter with the message that crushed his heart and the announcement that crashed his world.

His own brand that had been his dreams, his love and his life was now ruined beyond repair. Even his father, nearly the most powerful man in town, couldn't fix the damage that had been done. With a shaking hand he picked up the newspaper that announced him as a fake, a copy-cat of the worst kind while the exact opposite was true. "Oblivious' designer Riku, oblivious indeed." The article's title read. Accused of stealing a curtain designers designs for the show of his big breakthrough, the letter had carried the message of the 'victim' putting up a claim for the stolen designs. A total of a million munny and an official apology on his social media for the entire world to see. But the announcement must have been the worst. His investors, for which he had fought and begged and crawled to places he didn't even want to remember, were withdrawing their money from his brand leaving him utterly penniless.

Averting his eyes from the painful truth his eyes settle instead on the direct reason for his self-chosen confinement. On his desk were the papers that his father had forced him to sign. Riku raises himself from the bed and walks towards his dek to look over the papers that would change his live, drastically, once again. His father had made him a deal: he would pay the claim and the debt that Riku had now acquired, but in return Riku had to live by his father rules until he had returned the whole sum to his father. Picking up the paper from the desk Riku reads over the message ones again.

[With this letter we would like to inform you that you have been allowed into the program of your choice at Twilight University]

And taken control of Riku's live is just what his father had done. The ball of grumps had enrolled him into university without even asking or informing Riku about it! He'd be starting next week, with only a month or so delay. He would still have to pick his program, at least his father had given him that piece of freedom, but the TU meant business, literally.

"Riku, father only wants the best for you, as do I. If you want to blame somebody, then please at least direct that blame towards me. When he asked me about my opinion, I was the one who advised father to send you to Twilight University. The change of scenery will do you good." He hears his brother speak softly through the wood of the door.

Giving up on fighting as he was becoming nauseous from lack of food Riku makes his way to the door, unlocked it, opened it and leaned against the doorframe. His brother looks him over with worried eyes. "You really do look like an utter and complete mess." His brother states the obvious and Riku rolls his eyes. "Go change into some fresh and better smelling clothing, tie up that hair of yours and we can go downstairs to get some dinner. If you really don't want to see father yet, we can eat in the entertainment room instead." Riku nods his head in defeat and steps back inside his rooms, not bothering to close the door behind him.

His brother follows him inside his room, switching on the lights and starting to gather some of the drawings around the room. While changing into a fresh set of clothing Riku looks over his brother, his father's absolute favorite. His brother had silver hair, just like their fathers, which reached down to his waist. He had a broader and taller build then Riku. Even while picking up papers, his brother still had that aura of power that made him so successful both in their parents company as well as with the girls.

Washing his face and tying his hair together Riku looked into the bathroom mirror. He felt all but ready to go outside his room and face the drama of the world. He felt tired, having his world ripped to pieces just like that, but he knew he had to face everything at some point. And maybe his brother was right. Maybe a change of scenery would do him some good. "Hey Seph?" Riku calls out as he exits the bathroom attached to his room. "Since picking TU was your idea, you'd better help me pick a subject that won't bore the ef out of me." He continuous while making his way out of his room. "Glad to see you're being your bitchy sort of self again, little brother." He hears his brother answer him as he follows him out of Riku's room, closing the door behind him.

After dinner and after having picked a program with the help of his brother, Riku returns to his room to clean the rest of the papers on the floor and to start packing the things he wanted to take to the university campus. "Hey Riku, you're not afraid of a little adventure, are you?" he says to himself as he passes his full body mirror. "Yea, UT will just become another adventure with new treasures to be discovered." He tells his reflection with his trademark smirk. Looking at himself for another minute he rolls his eyes and releases a sigh. "Who the ef are you kidding, Riku." He shakes his head and continues gathering his belongings.

Little did he know the things that lied waiting for him at the Twilight University grounds.

Yay~ the intro part of the story is finishes!

I do hope you'll stay with me through this story. The path has already been set out, and I just need to remaining story to develop itself around the red thread that will bind the faith of our favorite characters 3

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