Jamaican Sunshower: I just keep doing this to you people don't I? Hehehe. I really couldn't help this one, it was just eating away at me. I actually feel really good about his because it seems like such a sweet plot line. So, please tell me what you think and if you believe that I should continue on with this story. I actually have a lot of ideas on how this will go and if you want to see them, just review! Thanks a bunch!

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The Blue of Your Eyes

Chapter 1: Corina

The halls were crowded with the bodies of Destiny Academy students, each one bustling to his or her class, or maybe to just meet up with friends before 1st period started. She moved swiftly through the crowd, keeping close to the lockers so as to avoid any confrontations from the other students who might very well slow her down by knocking her books over or, better yet, knocking HER over. Her curly black hair, made straight for the day by continuous brushing, laid over her shoulder in a thick braid. Her glasses reflected the light from the sun, preventing anyone from seeing the real color of her eyes. Her arms tightened around her books as she passed by a couple of jocks who all threw insults at her retreating back, but nonetheless left her alone for the moment.

Gentle, Aquamarine eyes watched as she rounded the corner and disappeared from his line of vision, a sigh escaping his light pink lips once she was gone.

"What's up Riku?"

The owner of those beautiful eyes turned to land upon the curious face of his best friend, Sora Yakahira. Riku Toshido was the boy's name, a name well known throughout the whole of Destiny Prep Academy. It was hard not to notice him for he was truly the only beautiful, majestic creature at Destiny Prep for his long hair of melted silver, pale creamy skin that tightened wonderfully over lean, chiseled muscles and covered his tall structure of 6'0". His face was deemed to be carved by gods what with his high cheek bones, set jaw, flawless skin, light pink lips, piercing sea-green eyes, and dark, feathery eyelashes. He was very popular among the female population of the school, being as how all the girls were eager to get his attention every minute of every day if he allowed it. He was also very much envied by the male population for his incredible athletic ability and outstanding academic achievement. Riku Toshido was, to put it simply, pure perfection of the teenage boy.

Riku sighed softly, running a hand through his silver locks, "It's…nothing. It's nothing, Sora."

Sora stared at his friend with big, blue, inquisitive eyes, analyzing the way Riku's shoulders seemed to tense slightly and his jaw was set and his eyes glazed over.

"It's that girl again isn't it?" he asked.

Riku's head snapped up at the sudden question, a burning blush spreading to his cheeks, making him look bashful and irresistible. He looked away from Sora, too embarrassed to even answer as his friend chuckled humorously.

"Honestly, Riku, I don't know what you find so interesting about this mystery girl. You're the hottest guy in school and can have any chick you want and yet," here, Sora shook his head in disbelief, "You chase after one girl whose name you don't even know and who's basically invisible to everyone but you."

Riku peered up at Sora through his bangs, blush still heavily in place. He looked like he was about to retort to the brunette's statement, but decided against it and kept his mouth shut. You see, everything Sora had just stated is entirely true; Riku was so popular that he could snap his fingers and every girl in school would jump for him, hiking their skirts up and everything. However, Riku couldn't be any less interested for his eyes were already set on another; a quiet, timid girl with thick curly black hair and glasses who moved through the school like a ghost. He had first noticed her about a month into the new school year, wandering the halls at lunch with her arms filled with books, as if she had just come from the library. Riku himself was at his locker with his friends at the time, laughing about some joke he wouldn't even bother himself to remember. She walked by, slowly and almost in fright, with her head down and her glasses perched high on her nose. Riku watched her pass curiously, not remembering ever seeing her before, and witnessed as the mysterious girl was bumped and her glasses fell off of her face. She stumbled slightly and bent down to pick up her fallen glasses, but before she put them back on, she turned her head to take a quick peak behind her and that's when he saw them; her eyes. They were two, big orbs of crystal clear, ice blue, shinning out from her face with a haunting sadness. Riku's spirit was moved to the point where tears actually gathered in his eyes at the emotion he saw. It was then and there that he was taken, his heart was taken and he didn't even know the captor's name.

The handsome silverette took several deep breaths to force the pink coloring in his cheeks to recede before finally turning to face the curious sky blue eyes of his best friend. Sora was still looking at him with an inquisitive gaze, waiting patiently for the older male to say something.

"She's…interesting Sora," the man finally said, his voice softer now, thoughtful, as he played with the fake diamond earring in his left ear, "She's quiet and mysterious and almost ghost-like. I've never seen her before, not until this year anyway and no one seems to know a thing about her. I can't help but be curious."

Sora blinked, "Ooookaaaaay…when exactly did you even start noticing her? I mean, I've never seen her before, not until I noticed you staring at her far too much."

Riku narrowed his eyes as Sora chuckled at him before answering, "A couple of months ago. She was just passing by and I happened to look up when she was."

"Alright, well, lots of girls pass by. Why haven't you noticed any of them?"

"For plenty of reasons," Riku answered in an exasperated voice at the thought of the little pretties that throw themselves at him, "I've known many of them for many years, I see them all on a daily basis, I never go a day without one of them flirting with me. The list just goes on and on."

At this point, Riku had averted his attention to his locker where he proceeded to open it and pull out the books necessary for his next class, Calculus. During this process, he just vaguely heard his best friend mutter under his voice 'lucky bastard', which he then continued to ignore as Sora voiced his next question.

"I still don't get it though. What makes this girl that you're obsessing over so special anyway? I mean, I see nothing special about her. She's different, I give you that much what with her dark skin and all that hair, but not entirely special."

Riku stared into the open space of his locker, flashing back to the day he witnessed the Ghost Girl being knocked over, her glasses falling to the ground and that quick glimpse of her sad ice blue eyes before they were hidden by her glasses and she scurried away to her class. He then began to wonder what made her so sad like that; perhaps it was the daily harassment she received from her other classmates, the constant teasing and physical abuse would be enough to depress any teen these days. And yet he couldn't but think that it was something else, some…other reason for it.

"Her eyes are sad," the silverette finally replied, shutting his locker and holding his books.

"Wait, what?" Sora responded, scratching his head in confusion.

"Her eyes. They're sad," Riku repeated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Dude, seriously? No one has ever seen her eyes! They're always hidden behind her glasses, which, by the way, has an awful glare!" Sora cried, waving his hands about.

"I've seen her eyes and when I saw them, I felt empty all of a sudden. I felt sad myself. It's almost as if she has a burden on her shoulders and the only way to let people know she's hurting is through her eyes, her expression. It is said that the eyes are the gateway to a person's soul," Riku said, leaning against his locker while looking at the ground.

Sora didn't say anything for several long minutes, allowing everything Riku just said process fully in his brain. When he finally got his mind wrapped around it, his response wasn't exactly understanding.

"Yeah, okay, I think you're looking too deeply into this girl and trying to get too involved. I say you should just forget her and find someone who's a happy person, someone like Megumi! She's really sweet and she ain't too hard on the eyes either."

Sora wiggled his eyebrows at his best friend suggestively, an action the silverette waved off with a tired sigh. Somehow, he knew Sora would never understand his thoughts on the Ghost Girl. Why he told him anything at all, he couldn't remember.

"Never mind. You should get to class, you don't want Mrs. Hikari getting mad at you again for being late three days in a row," he suggested, looking at his brunette friend blankly.

Sora let out a horrified gasp before grabbing his backpack; "Oh my god, you're right! She'll have my skin if I'm late again! I-I'll see you at lunch Riku! Later!" he exclaimed in a rush as he took off down the hall to his next class, leaving in his wake a dust trail and quite a few confused classmates.

Riku stared after the brunette, chuckling to himself before he turned around in the opposite direction and began his trek to class.

Dear Journal,

I saw that boy again today, the one that's been watching me a lot lately. I think his name is Riku if I can remember correctly from all the chatter I hear in the girl's locker room; they never could shut up about him. He was with that other boy, the one that has all that crazy spiky hair that could be used as a weapon if he wanted to. Hehehe. Then again, maybe I shouldn't be talking about hair since mine is so crazy and out of control itself sometimes. Anyway, I don't know what to make of him. He seems so…interested maybe? There would be times when I would be walking around and feel like I'm being watched only to turn around and find him looking either at me or just in my general direction. His eyes are so beautiful, such a pretty bluish-green color. No wonder why all the girls like him so much, he's definitely a handsome boy but I wonder…why does he stare at me so much? Maybe it's because he hates me and is trying to light me on fire with his burning gaze so as to rid the world of me. I don't know, maybe one day I'll find out.

She closed the black, leather bound book she had just been writing in, sighing softly to herself as she closed her eyes. There was total peace in her last class of the day, Expressive Art and Creative Writing. This was her favorite class because it allowed her to unwind and express her feelings, if only a little bit without having to draw more attention to herself. Her physical appearance did enough of that for her: her mahogany skin, wild black curls, and blue eyes made her a sideshow freak in the eyes of the other students. It also didn't help that she wasn't very social, tending to keep to herself a lot and would prefer to write and paint rather than make friends.

She picked the black book up in her hands and held it dearly to her chest for a moment before slipping it into her beaten shoulder bag. She then took out a sketchbook and placed it on the desk in front of her, deciding to work on her last picture while she still had a little time. She flipped through some pages before she came to a black and white sketch of a mamma bear sleeping in a grassy, wooded area with her cub. The girl smiled at the picture, finding it to be somewhat inspirational. She loved bears for some reason, finding their strength and cunning smarts to be the qualities she longed for in order to help herself have a decent life, but that wasn't going to happen any time soon, so she settled with just making the picture beautiful.

Riiiiiinnnnngggggg!

"Alright my students, class is over for the day. Be safe on your way home," the teacher, Mrs. Belle, bid to her class, a warm smile on her face.

The students all began to pack up their things at their teacher's words, the girl looking sadly at her picture for a moment before following suit. Just as she was about to leave class, Mrs. Belle stopped her with a request.

"Corina, may I have a moment of your time?" she requested in a kind voice.

"Um…S-Sure," the girl, Corina, replied, stopping at her teacher's desk.

Once all the students had gone from the class, Mrs. Belle stood up from behind her desk and walked around it, standing next to her young student.

"How have you been, Corina?" the older woman asked, folding her hands in front of her as she looked at the younger woman with kind eyes.

"Um, good. A-And you?" Corina responded, her cheeks growing a little warm due to her embarrassment; she didn't like how she stuttered sometimes.

"I'm doing just fine, thank you," Mrs. Belle answered before moving on to the point she was getting to at the beginning, "Corina, I wanted to ask you about your painting."

"Oh…is that so?" the young woman muttered, her eyes flitting to her canvas in the back corner of the room where all the other canvases sat, a white cloth draped over it to hide the contents beneath.

"Yes, I was just curious to see how it was coming along. I noticed you've stopped working on it for a couple of weeks now and it was coming along so well."

"Well…I've just sort of…lost the inspiration I guess. I haven't had the heart to paint, just to write more than anything, but I will get it done eventually," Corina uttered in her soft voice, forcing a small smile on her face in order to please her instructor.

Despite how unsure Mrs. Belle was about Corina's words, she simply smiled and patted the young woman's shoulder, "Splendid Corina! I look forward to seeing the finished result. You've got a magnificent talent and this painting could be your starting mark."

Corina gave her teacher that same, forced smile, pushing her glasses further up her nose before nodding her head and tightening her hold on her shoulder bag, "Thanks Mrs. Belle. I should probably get going now. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Right, you have a good afternoon and be safe on the way home. Good bye Corina," the teacher bid to her student with a wave.

Corina waved back before walking out of the warm, comfortable classroom and beginning her trek home, first stopping by her locker to get rid of her books and getting the ones necessary for homework that night. She sighed as she spun the combination on her locker, the lock catching with a click and allowing her to swing the door open effortlessly. Corina became lost in her daydreaming as she robotically put her things away, thoughts of the mysterious silver-headed boy riddling her mind and making her unaware of the outside world.

Until…

"Ah!"

A shriek left the curly-haired girl's lips as her locker door was forcefully shut with a loud bang, just barely missing crushing her hand in the process. She heard a deep, taunting chuckle to her left and looked in that direction in fear, her eyes landing on the tall, beefy form of Seifer Watabi, point guard on the school's basketball team, quarterback on their football team, and her worst nightmare ever.

"What's up little geek?" he sneered at her, chuckling at her cowering form.

Corina decided not to answer, knowing that anything she said to him would only make the harassment go on longer. So she opted for keeping silent, staring at the ground as she shook in front of the large male and his three jock friends. Seifer let out a cackle, roughly pushing her against the lockers and causing her to cry out in both fear and pain as her head struck the cold metal.

"Aw, did the little geek get hurt? Here, let me help you get your mind off the pain!" he taunted, taking hold of her arm and throwing her towards one of his buddies, her shoulder bag in his hand as it was ripped from around her head.

"Wait! M-My bag!" Corina finally spoke, breaking away from the other jock and running towards Seifer.

"What? This old thing?" the blond cackled, pushing her away from his person and onto the floor, her glasses falling off of her face, "What do you have in here that's so important?"

Corina's eyes widened in fear and mortification; her journal with her most private thoughts was in there. She jumped up from the floor and ran at Seifer again, jumping up and making desperate grabs for her bag as the giant oaf held it high above her head.

"Please! Please give it back!" she cried in despair, jumping on her tiptoes.

"Come on, geek, if you want it so bad, you have to work for it!" he laughed cruelly, throwing his bag to one of his friends.

This silly game of Monkey in the Middle went on for several seconds with Corina jumping from jock to jock, trying to get her bag back. She felt hopeless and powerless against these much bigger boys, praying to any god that would listen to her that mercy would be shown somehow, someway and by someone.

"Hey, leave her alone!"

The roughhousing seized at the powerful voice from down the hall, five pairs of eyes turning to see the angry figure of Riku Toshido standing no more than six feet away. His beautiful eyes were narrowed into a glare, seeming almost cat-like and dangerous, the glint within those orbs matching the glare of his earring. Corina stared at him, finding it unbelievable that he was there at all. Seifer snorted at him, his evil grin disappearing and being replaced with a scowl.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Toshido. What the hell do you want?" the blond sneered at the silverette, his own eyes set in a heated glare.

"This is low even for you, Seifer. Is the only way you can prove you're a man, by picking on defenseless girls?" Riku replied coldly, his body tense.

"Girl? What girl? All I see is a geek!" Seifer cackled as he threw Corina onto the ground roughly, one of his jock friends throwing her bag next to her, its contents scattering all over the floor.

Riku looked at the girl, his anger starting to boil over as she stared helplessly at the ground, defeated and frightened. However, he kept his anger in check, wanting to just get Seifer away from her.

"Cut it out, Seifer!" he demanded, standing tall.

"Or what Toshido? What are you going to do?" Seifer said, taking a few strides to stand face to face with the silverette, a scowl on his face as he asked the question.

Riku glared at the blond man, blinking once, before answering with, "Or I'll just have to have a talk with Coach Sid about your place on the basketball team."

Seifer's eye twitched at this, his body starting to shake with visible anger. Riku held his ground against him, waiting to see if he would throw the first punch. The air was thick with tension for a moment before Seifer finally backed off, a condescending smile on his face as he chuckled darkly.

"Whatever, you're not worth my time Toshido," he finally replied, moving around the silverette with his cronies, "Go help your little geek. I don't care."

Riku watched the troupe walk away until they were a good distance down the hall before turning his attention to the beaten girl on the floor. Corina was desperately trying to gather all of her things and stuff them back in her shoulder bag. Her hands shook uncontrollably, her things falling from her grasp faster than they were making it in. Tears were gathering in the corners of her eyes, blurring her vision though not enough that she didn't see her glasses. She made a quick grab for them, dropping the items in her arms as well as the glasses when her mind became too frazzled to comprehend what she was doing all at once. Corina eventually had to pause all of her actions, settling for just sitting on her knees, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She felt so weak just then, so out of it, and all she could do was rub her eyes and cry.

The silver-headed male looked down upon her sadly, moving as cautiously as possible to prevent her from having a panic attack. He kneeled down in front of her, watching for a moment as she rubbed at her puffy eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling down her face. Completely on impulse, with a small thought in the back of his mind filled with the vision of her eyes, Riku reached out and seized Corina's face in his hands. The ebony girl stopped moving, and crying for that matter, and widened her eyes in surprise at the calloused fingers gently touching her cheeks. Riku now had the clearest view of her ice blue eyes, the full expression within her orbs hitting his heart with perfect aim. That haunting sadness was back, lodged somewhere deep in her soul and pained his own to witness. At that point, the silver-headed man wanted nothing more than to make all of that sadness go away, to see her eyes bright with happiness and a smile on her face.

Blue eyes blinked rapidly, the owner trying to make the figure in front of her stay in focus. She could just barely make out a silverish color and pale skin, but that was all; she was practically blind without her glasses. Feeling around, her fingers brushed hard, thin metal and she quickly recognized it as the feel of her specs so she picked them up and wiggled herself free of the hands on her face, slipping her glasses back on.

"Um, hi!"

Corina blinked a few times, gasping in surprise a moment later as a hot blush colored her cheeks. It was the silver-headed boy from before! Riku! He was still here, helping her! She felt absolutely mortified! Not only did he witness her being a total dork by getting picked on, but he also witnessed her crying like a sad little baby. When would the injustice end for her!

"I-I'm so sorry to inconvenience you! I-I'll j-just get my things and-and be on my way!" she exclaimed, picking up her possessions at a rapid rate, stuffing them all in her bag as quickly as possible.

"It's no trouble, really. Don't worry about it," Riku replied, trying to help her gather her things as well, but she was moving too quick for him, "Let me help you."

"No! You've done enough for me already! I don't want to be a burden anymore!" Corina cried out, bolting up from the ground.

"You're not being a burden," Riku said in confusion, wondering why she was freaking out so much when all he wanted to do was help.

"Thank you for helping me before! I'll just be on my way!"

And with that, the sad, blue-eyed girl turned around abruptly and began a brisk walk away.

"Wait a minute! Hold on!"

Riku shot his hand out and grasped her wrist in a firm grip, pulling her back towards him and into his chest. For a moment, both teens were stunned motionless, each looking into each other's eyes with a sense of fascination and wonder. Riku found her to be a lot lighter than he originally thought and not to mention a lot smaller too; the top of her head barely reached the middle of his throat! Corina really didn't know what to think, it was all just so confusing. She was more or less ready to be thrown to the ground just as Seifer had done to her, but no physical pain came, all she could do was look at Riku's perfect face and admire his expressive features.

"Uh, s-sorry," the silver-headed male whispered, a pink blush spreading across the bridge of his nose, "I just…I just wanted to make sure that you were okay."

"I am okay. Nothing broken," Corina replied in a small voice, her eyes focused on Riku's chest, which she noticed was somewhat prominent beneath his white, button-down school shirt.

"Are you sure? They roughed you up quite a bit," the young man pressed, releasing her wrist and placing his hands on her shoulders, lightly pressing on the hidden flesh and watching for any signs of pain.

Corina tensed and stepped away from his touch slightly, confused at his actions as his fingers prodded her shoulders and forearms gently. She suddenly let out a surprised cry as a shock of pain shot up her right arm. She attempted to yank herself away from Riku's curious hands, but the man held her in place, an apologetic expression crossing his features.

"Sorry…Looks like you've been bruised there," he commented, applying pressure to that spot again and gaining confirmation to his suspicions when Corina flinched.

"I-It'll be fine. If it's just a bruise, it'll heal," the ebony girl responded, tugging on her arm once more.

Riku hummed thoughtfully before loosening his hold on Corina's arm so his hand slid down till it was gripping her wrist once more. He tugged her wrist gingerly, indicating that he wanted her to follow him, a kind smile still on his face.

"We should have the nurse look at it to make sure that it's nothing serious. I think she's still here," he voiced, tugging on her wrist again and preparing to start walking.

His actions were halted as Corina dug her heels into the linoleum floor, preventing him from pulling her any farther. Riku stopped and turned around, blinking his sea green eyes at the dark-skinned girl in confusion. Corina had her head down bashfully, her cheeks turning a brighter red as she spoke to him.

"U-Um, I'm pretty sure it's nothing at all. Bruises heal pretty fast and…and it's not like I've got a broken bone or anything! So, let's not make a big deal out of it!" she said hastily.

Riku turned to face her completely, "But…what if there are more bruises? Or what if you're hurt somewhere else that you don't know about?"

"Then I'll take care of it myself!" Corina yelled, clamping a hand over her mouth a second later.

Riku merely blinked at her sudden outburst, looking down at his hand attached to her wrist as she placed her other hand over it.

"Thank you for everything you've done for me," she started in a soft voice, pushing on his hand to free her wrist, "but I really should get going now."

Just as she was about to slip her fingers free, Riku suddenly encased them in his palm, holding her tiny hand tightly within his. Corina gasped and tensed up, thinking she had angered him and was awaiting a painful blow.

"My name's Riku. What's yours?" the silverette asked, trying to see past the glare of her glasses into her sad, blue eyes again.

Corina could only stare at him for a moment before she mumbled, "…Corina."

Quick as lightening, after revealing her name, the ebony-skinned girl slipped her hand from the taller man's grasp and dashed down the long hallway. Riku whipped around to see her retreating form, his mind scrambling for any last words.

"Uh! It-It's nice to meet you Corina! I'll see you later! Maybe we can hang out some time!" he called to her just before she rushed around the corner and disappeared.

The halls were silent, the silver-headed teen left standing there in front of the window with the sun streaming through and warming his flesh. He felt tingly all over, as if he had just accomplished something that he's been dying to fulfill for quite some time now.

"Maybe…we'll hang out some time soon. Maybe..."

End Chapter

Jamaican Sunshower: Okay, well there goes chapter one! I hope you enjoyed and I look forward to reading some reviews. Just to give a heads up, I actually have the second chapter written and waiting so the rest is up to you! Ciao for now!