You're Beautiful

by dreamysleeper

Chapter 1. Surprising Events

It was one of those days.

The bright rays of the sun shone on the graveled ground, crackled pieces of pavement here and there. The grass was a beautiful hue of intense green, managing to stay its true color even through the blistering heat.

Everything seemed normal. Like any other ordinary day.

Except for one girl.

"Oh no, I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!," a puffing Naminé said as she clumsily ran through a large garden with white stones leading to a church. She hastily adjusted the long, white cap on her head, her cheeks a light shade of red from all the sudden exercise she had to do. Beads of sweat were forming on her forehead, the long dress she was wearing making her more hot and itchy than she was.

A nun's attire in general was pretty uncomfortable.

No, no, what am I saying? Iwantto be a nun. Why am I whining? Naminé shook her head idly, shaking away the negative thoughts. Her life was being dedicated to God. After everything He did for her, she shouldn't whine at all.

She felt herself sigh in relief when she saw the familiar sight of the small, white marble church. Running up the stairs as quickly as she could without actually tripping over her own feet, the blond girl stopped outside of the large wooden doors. She smoothed out her baby blue dress from any loose wrinkles, took a deep, cleansing breath before slowly turning the handle on the door, peeking her head inside.

Luckily for her, the audience was standing, holding their hands against each other's palms in a praying position. She quietly closed the doors, hurrying to the nearest bench. She smiled nervously to the lady standing beside her, the blond girl easing her hands in a similar manner like everyone else so she wouldn't grab everyone else's attention for, err, running a bit late. Literally.

"And Jesus told the crowd, 'I'm the bread of life coming down from heaven.'" A shriveled old man preached at the front of the church, his old, shaky voice rumbling through the church in a light, quiet echo.

Naminé smiled warmly, murmuring along with the audience, "Hallelujah." She then glanced on the corner of her eye at something that caught her attention. A little girl was seated on the bench across from her on the other side...

...And she was holding from what seemed to be a small, music-video player. The girl had headphones on but Naminé could still manage to hear it from her way.

The blond girl slightly grimaced, managing to grab the little girl's attention from across from her. Naminé smiled kindly, whispering just loud enough for, (what she thought could hear), the little girl. "Turn it off, please."

The small girl simply bobbed her head to the side, a devilish glint in her eyes. She turned back to her small video player and turned the volume up even higher.

Naminé's eyes widened, her temper rising. She hesitated a bit before quietly walking behind the bench where the small girl was sitting at, bending down to her height. The child twisted her head to glance at her, blinking innocently before turning around again. Naminé glared at the back of the kid's head, slowly lifting her hands to her earphones, gently pulling them off...

...Before the young girl grabbed them, pulling them stubbornly towards herself.

Now, Naminé was known to be kind and patient, a bit clueless at times. But when she got mad, well, she got mad.

The blond twitched her eye in annoyance, her inner child starting to slowly unleash. She pulled the earplugs back in determination, this time, a little harder.

And a tug-of-war started.

And soon, Naminé accidentally threw the gadget across the air, earphones unplugging and the loud, rock music banging loudly against the once-quiet walls of the church. The pale teen gasped in horror, feeling all the eyes of the audience on her and the child. She quickly sprinted towards the small device, reaching her hand across the floor for it. Unfortunately, her palm instead threw it across the floor, slipping loudly against the wooden board.

Naminé groaned, quickly crawling between the surprised, but amused, people, reaching under a bench where the electronic was. She felt a foot instead, the person kicking it in abruptness. The ditsy girl closed her eyes in frustration, promptly crawling back to where the damned thing was. She finally reached it, sighing in relief once she held it in her hands.

That is, until she noticed the awkward, pregnant silence engulfing her. She peeked up one eye, quickly looking back down in embarrassment when she saw exactly what she didn't want to see. About a hundred pairs of eyes stared at her, the most serious one from Mother Superior.

The old woman simply shook her head gently, sighing quietly in distress. "Naminé, my poor, poor, Naminé..."


"I will promise you."

Blue, bright spotlights filled the large stadium, shrieks and squeals of delight filled the place. Almost loud enough for the three angelic voices singing to their delight to be blocked out.

Almost.

Roxas always felt like he was in another world when he was singing; like it was his own personal haven. He forgot all of his worries, his problems, his past...

Everything.

Sora was on drums and Riku on electric guitar. Together they made one, amazing, and extremely popular idol band: A-N-Jell. A band that girls adored and would do anything to get any of the three members to even glance at their way.

Everyone thought these boys lived the perfect life. All three were extremely good-looking, had beautiful voices, each could play various instruments, had immense wealth...

A flawless life in anyone's mind.

But no one knew what was exactly behind those theoretical and emotional masks and walls built by themselves, each containing one painful memory. One of them even had more emotional injuries than one could ever imagine.

"How's your throat?," A-N-Jell's director, -or what they liked to call him: "President John"-, said from the front of the seat of a large, black, sleek limo, the musical artists in the back seats. They had finally finished their long concert, several encores demanded.

Roxas grimaced, simply staring out the window in boredom. Why couldn't they just understand he was fine? He's a professional singer for Pete's sake! He absentmindedly rubbed the bottom of his neck, feeling the slightly rough pain when he swallowed.

"The doctor told you to not sing for a while and to lip-sync only," the usual-joyful man said, his voice filled with a tinge of worry. He didn't want his best singer to get sick, after all.

Riku's voice replied instead, his calm demeanor the same as always. "It ended well. Isn't that good enough? Though Roxas' voice did crack at the end...I'm sure no one noticed." The silver-haired teen could feel Roxas' betrayed glare at his side.

"Your voice cracked?," Sora butted in, looking at the blond male in surprise. "When? I didn't know!"

Before Roxas could reply, President John wagged one ring-filled finger in the air, talking in a stern voice. "Roxas. You're banned from singing live."

Roxas glared at the back of the man's head, his bangs falling on his eyes. "If a singer doesn't sing, what's he gonna do?"

"You took part in the 6th album, so you should know well. It's bad on the vocal cords. It's too much for you to handle." The President's voice boasted in the car, his astringent voice letting the teen know not to argue with him.

The car stayed in a bewildered silence, Sora and Riku looking at Roxas to see his reaction. But the blond knew well enough not to let any emotions show. Years of hard, painful practice helped him perfect that.

"We're bringing in another vocalist like we planned." The oldest man smiled in pleasure, his voice filled with excitement.

"You already know that not just anyone can sing my songs."

"It's just not anyone, my dear Roxas. He's pretty good. You'll meet him soon."

Roxas' steady voice was filled with the slightest bit of hurt, his eyes still glued to his passing surroundings.

"We'll see about that, President."


Naminé's small, white shoes quietly stepped on the white stones leading to the church's back "garden." The vivid green grass was freshly cut from volunteers, flowers gingerly watered at their correct time. The girl sighed, gazing at the white statues of famous religious men and women planted on the on the ground. Naminé smiled kindly, raising a small blue bucket from her side filled with water, an old rag on the other hand. "Today, I'll start with David. Julian and Thomas, please wait." She beamed once more to herself before walking to the first marble art she was supposed to clean.

"David...you probably sensed it. But I've already had an accident. I created a ruckus with disrespectful music in the holy cathedral." Naminé frowned, humming sadly to herself while having the events relive in her head. She blushed when she noticed she was still rubbing the statue. To her disgrace, the lone, white blanket covering the inappropriate parts of "David" fell, making Naminé gasp in horror. She closed her eyes, grabbing the cloth and bunglingly tying it around its waist.

Naminé pouted, struggling to tie the knot. "I get embarrassed every time. It would be nice if you had a bit more covering, David. Like Julian and Thomas...Oh! David, you have bird poop on your butt!" The girl dragged the damp rag across its smooth surface. She knew talking to inanimate objects was more than crazy but she had grown to feel love towards the statues ever since she was little. Living in an orphanage only proved to do so.

"When I go to Rome, who will keep you this clean? All the neighborhood birds are using your butt as a bathroom to make matters worse. It worries me..." She sighed sadly one last time before dipping the cloth back in the water, not wanting to get sunburnt.

Little did she know a suspicious-looking man was watching her from afar, curious gold eyes underneath black, thick sunglasses. He raised a medium-sized picture to his face, his orbs glancing between the paper and Naminé. "So one of these nun's faces are the same as his..."

He scratched his white beard in curiosity and slight confusion, leaning behind a tree while having a clear view of the blond girl.

"But why a nun of all things?"


"Naminé...you don't have to be the one who goes." Mother Superior and Naminé were standing outside the church, a bright pink motorbike parked beside the artist. The oldest woman's eyes looked at her student in worry, the ancient wrinkles digging deeper and deeper.

"It's that ticket I'll be using to go to Rome...I'm the one who has to go pick it up," Naminé said softly with determination, smiling calmly at the oldest nun to relieve her worries.

"Naminé...do you think you can avoid hitting the cattle on the road?," Mother Superior insisted, slightly chuckling at the girl's pout. The blond female grabbed the bike's handles, teasingly turning them to demonstrate the older woman what she could do. "I can drive better now."

After having Mother Superior watch Naminé carefully indicate how to flip the switches for the right and left signal and turning the bike's handles to make sure they weren't in need of an oil change, the nun sighed one last time. "Naminé; you'll really be okay?"

The young woman strapped the matching pink helmet on her head, safely adjusting it on herself. "Mother Superior. I'll come back safely!" She sent a reassuring grin to the elderly woman one last time before starting the engine and slowly riding away, Mother Superior staring after her in worry. It was only natural to become concerned about the clumsy girl; she had raised and known her ever since she was a mere four years old, along with her twin brother.

The etched-on lines on the woman's forehead didn't disappear though; she had a feeling something was going to happen to her.


Naminé loved the feeling of having the light wind hit her face teasingly, the warm sun shining down on her. She could only grin to herself, not caring how silly she probably looked. No one was around her anyway; she was driving along a lone, gravel road.

Well, at least that's what she thought before coincidentally turning to look at her rear-view mirrors, surprised to see a small, black car riding behind her.

She decided since her mobile drove a lot slower than a normal car that it would be better to simply move off to the side to let the car pass by so she wouldn't hold him up.

As she did so, though, the car wouldn't drive by. She tried switching to the other side...

But still nothing.

Her eyebrows knotted in confusion and, mostly, worry. To her amazement, the car drove by, stopping in front of her in a sudden halt. Naminé gasped, squeezing the brake urgently, stopping just in time. She looked up to glare at the suspicious-looking man disgracefully climbing out of the car. She pressed her lips in a hard line, trying to hold in laughter when she saw him with his seatbelt stuck on his slacks. The girl immediately straightened up, though, when the man began to slowly approach her, a cold, nervous shiver running down her spine. Even with dark shades on, Naminé could see a pair of piercing, gold eyes staring at her curiously.

She tried not to show fear as he walked dangerously towards her, perching his elbow on the handle of her bike.

"Sister. You know Kai, right?"

Naminé widened her eyes, stuttering out the first thing that came to mind. "…Wh-who are you?"

The man continued to look at her though, his gaze making her feel uncomfortable. He repeated his question again, though, this time, a little bit more sternly. "You know Kai, right?"

"Why...?"

She stiffened in horror when he reached out a pale hand to unstrap her helmet, unattaching it from her head. He shuddered with dread when he looked at her fully without the contraption on her head. "Gosh, you two look so much alike."

He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a medium-sized photo. Naminé continued to stir uneasily under the man's gaze while he looked back and forth between the photo and the girl in front of him.

The photo of Kai.

"Kai Daniels! This is the one I chose." President John boasted in delight in a large meeting room, various ample, expensive-looking flat screen TV's flickering vivid images of Naminé's twin brother. Several other men sat in chairs, gazing with curiosity at the picture being shown on the screen.

John's long, toothy grin only grew with each second, several traces of excitement and pride in his voice.

"The kid's voice is an unbelievable miracle!"

A loud scream echoed through the forsaken road Naminé and the man were standing on. The man stumbled back in surprise, looking around him to see if anyone was noticing the commotion gathering up.

The man attempted to cover up the sun-kissed girl's mouth with his hand, talking with worry. "What did I do-"

He didn't finish, though, when he felt the girl's knee kick him in a place where no man ever wants to be kicked. Painful tears started forming on his eyes as he fell on his knees in agony.

He looked up in anger, clutching his groin in pain. "What the hell-"

Naminé hit him again out of fear with her helmet when she was able to get it out of his grasp. She felt more than guilty to beat the man up like that but it seemed like common sense wasn't working along with her right now.

She quickly mounted her bike, driving down the road as fast as the mobile's small engine could go. She could already see the other man struggling to get in his car as he followed her relentlessly.

Naminé could feel the panic in her chest rising with each second when she saw the man speeding up beside her, his head leaning out. "Sister, sister! Don't you know Kai?"

The girl continued to hesitate whether to answer the stranger or not, unsure of the result of saying yes or no.

"Your fraternal twin, Kai! He's in trouble!"

Naminé felt the air of her lungs being pushed out by force when she heard those words. She squeezed the brakes by force, the poor, rubber tires squeaking in protest. The man immediately pulled over, sighing quietly in relief as he clambered out of the car and stepped in front of Naminé from a safe distance.

"K-Kai's…in trouble?," Naminé choked out. She was already making up worst-case scenarios in her head.

The older man handed her the photo he had been holding before, letting her examine it carefully.

Her eyes glazed over the picture, taking in every detail. She brushed her hand against the material, her lips slightly parting in awe.

It was sometimes awfully weird for Kai and Naminé to look so much alike. Both had the same exact pale, sometimes golden, hair. Though Naminé's was at shoulder's length while Kai's was cut around his ears in a ruffled sort of manner. Short layers with clipped bangs flipped off to his left side. Both had the same pure, crystal-clear pools of blue as their eyes. Wide and mischievous at times, though Naminé's eyes looked a tad bit more of a vivid blue if you paid really close attention.

The twins weren't the same height, though, of course. The female was a lot shorter and skinnier-looking, fragile cheekbones framing her face. Kai's shoulders were slightly broadening and his height was about the general size of any other normal nineteen-year old guy.

"His face is so skinny...brother, are you eating right?," Naminé said to no one in general, her orbs glued to the photo. She slightly grimaced when she noticed some lip and ear piercings on him in the picture. She knew he was rather rebellious at times but she'd never thought he'd get piercings.

Ansem cleared his throat uncomfortably, not wanting to interrupt her "moment." "Err, Sister-"

"Oh, I'm not a Sister yet. I'm still in study."

The blond-haired man blinked, continuing on as if she hadn't said anything. "The reason why I'm here today is because Kai and I have something very important to tell you."

Naminé stared at him in worry, her eyebrows furrowing against each other. "Is my brother okay?"

The man surprised the girl by grinning, small wrinkles appearing on the sides of his mouth. "Something big happened. Our Kai...has been selected as a member of A-N-Jell!" He was now full-out beaming, raising a fist in the air in victory.

Naminé only stared at him in confusion. "A-N...What?"

Ansem's smile suddenly faded, blinking at the soon-to-be-nun in amazement. "You...don't know the group A-N-Jell, Sister? A-N-Jell?"

The girl covered her mouth to hide a giggle. "I told you I'm not a nun yet."

His eye twitched in annoyance, almost feeling a few of his brain cells dying. "That's not what's important right now! Kai, right now, in our country, got scouted to be in the popular group, A-N-Jell."

Naminé's mouth popped open in a small "o", feeling some pride for her brother. Even if she had no idea what A...N-something was.

"What's the problem then?," the girl smiled. She saw a bright future for Kai from what she was hearing.

"Since I'm so desperate, I came to ask you, Sister, for help." Naminé gasped, her eyes widening in surprised when she saw the old man kneel down before her, his pale hands set against each other in a praying manner.

"Err, wh-what are you doing?," Naminé asked in worry. She was trying to reach and gesture for him to get up, flabbergasted by his words.

"That is, Sister-"

"I'm not a Sister yet-"

Ansem let out a frustrated sigh, his golden eyes swirling with emotions. "Then, what? Holy lady? Okay...okay...Jesus! Jesus! I'll call you Jesus then if it gets you to listen to me!" He ran a large hand through his whitening hair, bending his head in hope. "Please...please! You, as Kai's fraternal twin and only family member...will you please save him?" He let out the last words in exasperation, making the girl get a bit more frightened than she already was.

"Um...How?" She looked at the man questioningly; one minute he was grinning and the other he was acting rather...crazy.

Ansem hesitated a bit before lifting his head up to stare at her with his most pleading face. "How?...

"...Become Kai."


A/N: dreamysleeper here :) I was previously jenyflo5483 but changed accounts for personal reasons.

Have any of you watched the Korean drama, "You're Beautiful"? If you have, then guess what this story's gonna be about :) Yes, I am like 95% inspired by that amazing and beautiful show to write this. Although, please don't think I am wholeheartedly going to copy the entire plot and story and everything. My story is going to be mostly based on the drama but I'll pull a few twists here and there, things I would've liked to have happened in the drama that didn't. And what better way to do that than to write a story of it with my most favorite pairing in the entire world? If you don't like this idea, then feel free to exit out of this. Although I appreciate critique, flames and trolls saying that all I'm doing is copying will not make matters better. This is calledFanFictionfor a reason, guys.

Anyway, if you actually like/know this idea and understand what's going on, then allow me to show you my idea as the "cast":

Hwang Tae Kyung- Roxas

Go Mi Nyu/Nam– Naminé/Kai

Shin Woo- Riku

Jeremy- Sora

President Ahn (was that his name? *can't remember*)- John (couldn't think of a character that fit that role so, for this one time, I made an OC)

Manager Ma- Ansem (the Wise)

Two other side notes; just pretend "Kai" is actually Naminé's twin brother and that he exists. (Even though he doesn't xD) Also, the song A-N-Jell was singing was Promise by A-N-Jell. (Duh.) Straight out of the drama. :P

Chapter Inspiration: Saltwater Room by Owl City

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