Author's Notes: Fanfiction DOT net is already one step ahead with the Disclaimers. Oh and I do not live in Japan so if there are some mistaken details, I deeply apologize. Since KH characters do not have surnames, I hope no one minds that I made up some shit.

Tokyo, Japan: Sightings

NO stepping off from a black sedan and entering The Peninsula Hotel. Look, we all know that this luxury hotel in Tokyo is always fully booked. But we also know that NO has her way with everything, not to mention how prestigious her family is, it is not a surprise if they actually own some stocks in this establishment. RS having his coffee and desserts in Bar del Sole after having a fine Italian Lunch. And what's in his hands? It seems he just propped open an invitation from Blenda Magazine. Ooh, if it's Fashion you want, it's Fashion you'll get. Does anyone know that our stud RS speaks Prada?

Music Entré: Glamorous by Fergie

Until The Last Page

by: Tammy Beef Dingleberry

Chapter One: Riku Shimada

We flyin' first class up in the sky~

"Okay," Naminé stood in front of the Hotel at exactly 4 o'clock in that Thursday afternoon on the sixteenth day of June, 2011. She was wearing a long sleeveless Haute Hippie celery green dress, a light brown hat on head, a beige Fendi weaved bag on her right arm and an open toe Giuseppe Zanotti for her one inched slip-ons. Yes, she just came out from a meeting but it did not mean that she had to look very corporate, right? What's the use of stripping off your Fashionista side if you can't even pull off a summer dress in one of Tokyo's luxury hotels?

Naminé Otani, age twenty, turning twenty-one two months from now, walked further away from the hotel entrance and waited for her driver to pick her up. After precisely three minutes of waiting, she finally found her self stepping in a black sedan. Upon gently closing the door next to her, her long deliciously curly blonde hair pressed upon the backrest of her seat. "Where to now, Miss Otani?" her driver asked after he closed his car door. "Mm, I dunno," she answered when she put out a compact powder from her purse. Her angelic features were immediately reflected upon the small circular mirror. "Since my next class starts two hours from now, maybe we can cruise downtown and so I could make a bit of window shopping. I need to know what to wear for Blenda's Event as early as now." And with that, the driver had nothing else but to respond "Right away, madame," with a big smile on his face.

By the glamorous, ooh, the flossy, flossy~

"Rikuuuu..!" a typical Japanese girly voice came lurking down the hall near the exit of the Campus. Riku Shimada's perfectly shaped thick eyebrows met in the middle and his stunning aquamarine eyes momentarily glared. His tall figure, precisely 6 feet and two inches, gradually turned and negative aura instantly oozed from his entity. "I told you not to call me that. I don't even know you," it seems our smoothly mature man has his own limits too.

"Of course you know me. We take our morning classes together!" the girl reasoned with a jump and a single clap of her hands. Isn't it common knowledge in this country that they are not supposed to call anyone with their first name unless they have the permission to do so? Well, it can be taken into consideration that the girl was half American and she possibly spent half of her existence in New Jersey but she was still fifty percent Japanese so she was ought to know that fact. "Call me that again or you'll never getting a second peak at my notes!" he pointed her with his unmistakably stern voice. What is this? Middle School? For crying out loud, they were in College. And not just any College, they were enrolled in Waseda University. Sure, it isn't the famous Tokyo U but Waseda is actually one of the top list of Japan's best Universities.

"B-but-" the girl's lips trembled when she followed Riku towards the exit of the Campus. "I was just going to say that I wanted to invite you to have Lunch with me. But when I checked, you were already gone!" she had a shake of her head and she continued following him like a sick pet. "I want to know where you went off to," what she said was true but of course, she also wanted her stalking status to rise. Riku just shrugged, held his things together and did not answer. What he does and where goes off to is not her business.

If anyone should know [which he assumes there is none], he actually went to try another flavored coffee from Bar del Sole. Lunch was just glued to his agenda but he really went there for the fine caffeine.

And now, it was 4:30 in the afternoon and he had nothing else to do but to go home, right? It's still too early and all he wanted to do was to play Football. And since the Football Field of Waseda University was being treated [green house experiment or whatever], Football Practice was cancelled for an entire week. He had to braise him self. On the bright side, it was already Thursday and Practice will resume on Monday. Since he felt nothing else better to do, he tried to contact one of his closest buddies in the Football Team, not to mention that they are the only friends he has in the Campus; or rather, within the entire country. The rest were just business associates and they can never be labeled as Riku Shimada's friends.

Luck did not seem to be on his side because three or four of them answered that they were busy. The fifth friend he called was making odd and lusty noises. He did not get a straight answer but he took that as 'busy', as in really 'busy'. "Haah," he sighed and continued walking off to his car, which was a red Ferrari SA Aperta. It kept its hood up. He did not want any strange College student jumping inside his two-seater and making broom broom sounds. That would be unpleasant.

After revving the engine, Riku, age twenty-one, decided that buying some new clothes would be nice. It was not like he was a big fan of Fashion but he was indeed a fan of dressing nicely. And come to think of it, he does need a new set of suits because he was invited to attend an event Blenda Magazine would be having at the end of the month. He was not really sure why he received a card [and through a very old school way too] but he had a big hunch that it had something to do with his mother. Mother dear always pegged him to go to social gatherings. She had always trained him to be the social money machine with a face that deserved to be the cover of every magazine- may it be Forbes or Elle, you take your pick.

I be on the movie screens, magazines and boogie scenes~

Within the hour, Riku entered a renowned boutique. Mostly, men who enters this place are apparently metrosexual or they're successful single businessmen. Riku, could say the least, was a little out of place but still, he was indeed a businessman and nonetheless, single. Then again, he was a College student. But who cares? He's a customer, e? It just so happens that most customers are mainly women, ranging from really rich to rich or wannabe rich.

"What I really need is a," he immediately uttered but paused too soon, "uh, tuxedo," he finished. He barely looked around and he was already aiming for the plush white couch facing the shelves for the shoes. His right hand lifted, gesturing for the salesladies to shake their legs to get a move on because he is getting what he precisely needed. "Say three buttons, size 48 regular, a white dress shirt, I'll try the blue as well, and a black vernice shoe in a size ten." He sat on the couch he was eying for a minute now and added "And two Advil."

The ladies were hurrying about. They occasionally get customers like this and they had no say if they like it or not. Even so, he was very handsome so they felt the need to impress. The shoes he asked for slowly crept beside Riku. It was in size eleven. "I said size ten," he exclaimed with a hint of irritancy. "What do you mean you don't know a size ten? You are Prada," his words instantly flew off his mouth the moment his perfectly colored amber eyes landed on the pair of shoes.

"Well," a confident female voice responded to her. "I didn't know you speak Prada... or in Japan as well." With that, Riku gradually turned around and saw an angel eying him with a curious smile written all over her lips. Upon seeing her, Riku can't help but put a big beam on his face. He stood up and uttered her name "Naminé Otani." He circled the couch and wrapped his strong muscular jock arms around the girl he had not seen since he was fifteen.

"It's so good to see you!" Naminé cooed sweetly as her little Giuseppe Zanotti heels lifted so she'd be able to return his embrace by looping her arms around his ribcage. Frankly, this was the first time these two ever touched each other this way. When they were younger, they just talked and his eyes were always fixed on some other red headed girl. This time, it was different. Maybe it was because they had not seen each other for so long. That may be the obvious reason but we can never tell if there's another deeper meaning behind this sudden mutuality.

Riku's eyes lit up like sparkles on a birthday muffin. He was ought to ask "How's Kairi?" And apparently, they asked the question at the same time. "What?" Naminé's latter word went with her eyebrows twitching a little. "You don't even know her whereabouts? Didn't you come for her?"

The left part of Riku's lips perked up, forming a sideway grin which made his left cheekbone looked so handsome as ever. "As cheesy as it could have been, Otani, but no, I did not come for her. I am actually here to look after my Mother. I haven't been exchanging e-mails with Kairi since we were... what... sixteen?" His head slightly tilted to the side, making sure if he got the age thing right. That was true, actually. Right after Lower Secondary School in Destiny High, everyone pretty much went to their own paths- choosing the High School best suited for them. Easy to say, their not-so-intact group withered. Then again, does it matter? He got his point out in the open. They weren't talking for ages! "It's been five years," he placed an obvious fake frown on his face, "I can safely say I have moved on." In which case, a volcanic beam made clear that he has perfect white teeth.

"Well, I guess communication was more important when you two were making rafts." That was Naminé's response and quite frankly, not one of them trembled with the fact that that just had been said out in the open. When they were ten, it sounded real, but now it would just be deemed as something silly. Plus, nothing 'magical' has been happening for years except for the fact that two old friends are standing inside a Prada boutique at this very moment.

"So," Riku suddenly felt a little tensed but really happy at the same time. His right palm casually lifted in abrupt manner as he executed his words- "My classes are done. You wanna, umm, hang out or something?" He doesn't know what the Universe was doing to him but deep inside his mind, he was wishing that she'd say yes.

"No," Naminé smiled apologetically. "I actually have classes in like... an hour," she scrunched up her nose and winked at him. "But I am totally free after that," the smile that came after was heavenly. Who could have guessed that Naminé's angelic features could someday trap the beast within Riku within just minutes.

"Alright, alright," Riku grinned back, trying his hard to return the same smile, possibly wanting to make her feel the same excitement building up inside of him. Still, he was trying to remain calm. All his training related to yoga and patience must come in handy, no? Calm and casual, that's what he must be. "Dinner tonight then? Pick you up at eight?" His right hand dived inside his pocket and took hold of his mobile phone. After which, he handed it to her.

"Eight sounds great," Naminé gently took his mobile phone and entered her contact details- well, just the very basic, of course.

Living the life in the fast lane and I won't change~

It was exactly eight o'clock in the evening and Riku's red Ferrari SA Aperta was seen parked in front of Tokyo University. "Oh, hey, man," and apparently, he was on his phone too. He sounded a little tensed and annoyed at the same time. One of his friends called him and apologized for not hanging out with him today. His friend said his girlfriend ditched him and now he was totally free. He was wondering if he wanted to meet up in a bar with a cozy back room where you could sit on the sofa and smoke pot and no one would bother you. "Geez, thanks for the offer, man," but he really didn't smoke pot, or hasn't tried for the third time, at least, "But I actually got a date tonight." With that sentence stated, it could be heard by anyone walking by the exclaims of the person from the other line. It seems Riku's friend was hyped that he got a date. Was it something unbelievable?

"Thanks," Riku gave a sarcastic gratitude. He did not really want to hear what his friend would say next or rather he did not want Naminé to hear his personal lame-o one-man cheering squad because it so happened that she was walking near his car.

"Who were you talking to?" Naminé greeted with a smile as she settles her self upon his passenger's seat. That was not an actual greet and now she felt nosy. What if it was someone disheartening? Oh great, she might have ruined the night. "Just an annoying teammate," Riku answered before stepping on the gas. Well, that was a relief.

I'm talking Champagne wishes, caviar dreams~

Riku took Naminé to a restaurant called Keyakizaka. It's a Westernized Japanese restaurant that serves Teppanyaki with a modern twist. After settling in a table for two, they sat in front of each other like how dates normally looked like. This would have been easier if Riku did not have a childhood crush on Naminé's Elementary School best friend. Hmm. Actually, it didn't matter. They were ten! Who cares about that now?

"You know, I was not surprised when I found out that you actually go to Tokyo U," Riku began honestly as he lifts up the Menu but not erect enough to hide his perfect godlike features. He was just wearing a checkered short sleeved polo, some nicely fitted jeans that did not scream gay and a pair of brown leather shoes to wrap the whole smart casual attire. His fresh wardrobe spelled that he can take casual to a whole new level. His silver hair was still had that ruggedly handsome messy look but it had a hint of fashionable.

"Actually, I had my eyes set on Yale," Naminé's natural cornflower blue eyes wandered through the menu, trying to see what best fits her diet. Yale University is a private Ivy League University located in New Haven, Connecticut, United States of America. "But I was just seventeen then and I was afraid to go abroad and leave my Mother during their time of divorce," she took the time to lift her face from the menus that served as barriers in between their gazes. She smiled at him so he wouldn't have to worry having to ask if she was okay with her parents separating and all that. She continued, "Time was not on my side and I had to make the best out of the compromising that I was required to do. I chose the next best thing."

Riku chuckled at what she just said, making his hands gently flatten the menu on the table. Naminé gazed at him weirdly. "Wow!" he exclaimed, his aquamarine eyes dancing, finding her all too magnificent. "Japanese teenagers burn their eyebrows studying just to get to Tokyo U and you treat it as a measly fall back plan!"

A waiter finally walked in and the two had given him their orders. "I know," her angelic voice finally responded to what he said. "It's such a bad idea, isn't it?" she smiled sadly. A hint of regret suddenly formed in her eyes. "Should I have just sucked it up and went for Yale instead?" And now, she was seeking refuge in him. Riku felt like it was a trick question; like, one wrong answer and she'd get up and leave. "Don't worry, though," Naminé abruptly added with a brand new smile on her face. "I have a plan. I am transferring to Yale next year." Boy, she makes it sound so easy. Maybe because... it IS easy for her. Yes, that's how smart Naminé Otani is, people.

"That's a great idea," Riku beamed, giving her a playful point of his finger. "I am mostly in New York all the time. You know, business deals, transactions, and 'whatnot'," he gave a doubtful tone in is last word. "Connecticut's just a neighboring state. If ever I am nearby, I'd cruise by," and then he warmly smiled. It was as if he was booking an advanced date with her. Yes, it seemed that way and she totally did not mind. Riku was a good person, after all. And that's just that, right? Right?

Riku drummed his fingertips upon the surface of the table. It looked kind of cute because he suddenly looked so shy. He actually had that good boy smile on his lips at the moment. "You know, I'd rather much prefer to go to Yale with you," he earnestly admitted while looking through the glass walls of the restaurant. "But as you know, I do not have that much freedom," he felt a little sorry for bringing up such a sad topic. Then again, he hoped no one was hurting. "My life has been all planned out and that's the way it had always been. When Father died, I thought it would a bit of a breather, at least. But no, everything was placed on my shoulders because I was the only suitable heir."

Naminé blinked twice and momentarily gazed at the floor. If that were to happen to her, it would definitely be disheartening. She would never be tied down to some robotic life that she did not want for her self. She had always known what was best for her and she was the only one who knew that. And so, having a jailbait life was already death to her. "Hey," she warmly called out to him with her usual angelic smile. "You're in Japan now. Isn't that some sort of a freedom? And you mentioned a teammate earlier so I assume you still play Football, yes?"

Riku smiled back. He was grateful that she was making an effort of making this dinner date work. "I told you... I am here for my Mother. I think she's dating someone." He chuckled afterwards and added "My Mother has a taste of a perfectionist. I have no qualms about the man she chooses. I just hope my Step Father's not going to be hellishly strict." Riku's mother was a cold queen. But whatever indifference she may had, she made up for it with her royal looks. She's indeed a woman deserving a thousand praises.

My daddy told me so~

Their dinner date indeed went well. They realized that they had a lot in common more than they ever knew when they were kids. They both came off from prestigious families and they were both connected to the high ends of social living. They were both smart and had cloud nine dreams. Only difference was that Naminé had the freedom to pursue what she wanted and Riku was forced to want what was laid out for him. It was not much of a struggle because he had high respects for his family and he'd die first before rebelling. To sum it all up, both were highly well-bred and they were both prophesied to have success in life.

Riku had drove Naminé home which was a plus for Naminé's driver because he got to go home earlier than expected. "This is my new home," she stretched her hand out because the car's hood was folded behind. "I still have my old home back in Destiny Island. My Mother's there," she simply explained as she got out through the open car door, circled the vehicle and forced Riku to hop out as well. They were parked near the Otani garage so it was safe to have it there.

"Doesn't your Mother get lonely being alone in that big house of yours back in Destiny Island?" he asked, trying to act cool with the fact that their hands ended up cupped together when she invited him to go inside.

"She's fine," Naminé gladly answered. "I wouldn't have left if she weren't," she admitted and that was the truth. Riku was convinced. They continued to walk, hand in hand, towards the finely designed bricked road that led to their mansion's [mansion number 2] front door. They were instantly greeted by a butler and they were instantly inside a big plush living room. Frankly, it looked like a hotel lobby but not actually as massive as the real one but it's almost close to it. Riku was not really impressed though. He also had the same big house back in Destiny Island. And as a matter of fact, theirs was bigger. Still, of course, he appreciated the expensive interiors. Who wouldn't adore a lovely home?

Naminé led Riku towards the mocha colored couch. Upon sitting, he immediately joined her. She smiled at him before picking up the remote control on the coffee table in front of them. The huge flat screen television came to life. Junior Master Chef Australia played on the screen but no one seemed to be paying attention to it. That was because Riku had grabbed her hand and said "Hey, do you mind if I do something?"

Naminé stared up at him. No, she did not mind. After all, she was the one who pulled him out of his car and invited him inside. Riku leaned closer and kiss her oh so gently on her lips. It was very polite, gentlemanly kiss. "I've been wanting to do that since I saw you again," he confessed with a shy smile. She just smiled back at him, silently showing appreciation and gratitude for meeting and just for everything that happened today. She was just staring at his cozy aquamarine eyes until she noticed something peculiar in them.

Riku had looked over her shoulder and he noticed two fully grown people walking inside the living room. Naminé, then, turned her head and saw her father with a woman she barely recognizes. Her mouth opened so she could speak but Riku had beaten her to it- "Mother, what are you doing here?"

G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S~

Author's Notes: End of first chapter! Tell me what you think! I need inspiration! Oh and don't worry, Kairi will show up soon, just like what I stated in my frontal summary.

Bisou bisou,

Tammy