Thanks for the reviews you guys (: Little heads up, I'll probably change POVs a lot. So, this is Riku's POV. As well, I'd like to point out that I'm trying to change Sora's and Riku's cliche personalities of a innocent boy and a tough guy. I'd guess I say you'll find out what both of their true natures are further into the story, but right now Riku is just a mess, imo.


The small diner a few blocks away was empty. It was literally just the waitress on shift, Sora, and me. I wasn't sure if I should feel relieved or even more uncomfortable. Just speaking to Sora was a feat for me. Asking him to lunch was even harder, but I pulled through and I did it.

You could say I admired the young brown headed boy. Maybe I it was more than admiration. Because of this boy, younger than myself, I was determined to become as great of a performer and join him in the big top I've grown up watching.

I looked at the boy before me. He held himself in a way that showed his confidence and held himself above anyone else. But I could still see the young boy, looking no older than 20. He didn't speak much, instead he idly played with the salt shaker, waiting for the food we had already ordered to arrive. Well, lack of food.

I was surprised that he only ordered a glass of water. Just a fucking glass of water. No wonder he was such a skinny little thing! Didn't he ever eat? It upset me that this brunette beauty could possibly be starving himself! There wasn't much I could do. It wasn't my place to ask why or try to get him to eat. This is just his first encounter with me. Our first direct meeting.

I've known him for two years though. Since the first day he appeared in our popular circus show that originated in this little town and then grew and traveled all around. It was an elegant show, top notch performers and only human performers, wanting to stop the increasing animal cruelty in other shows. This circus was something I had grown up with, watching it with my father semi-annually from the age of ten. And each time I was amazed at how beautiful and graceful everyone was.

When my father passed away, I still went to the circus, never wanting to break the tradition and bond I had with him. And there he was. Confident, but still a kid. And he left me awestruck, amazed at how such a child could have so much talent.

He was the reason I trained so hard and why I strived to be part of this circus show. I wanted to be part of

something beautiful and something that brought some joy into peoples' lives. And to be close to the boy

who had me smitten at first sight.

"Are you sure you don't want to eat anything?" I asked, the silence killing me. Here was the object of my

affection, the boy who I've admired from a distance for so long, just sitting in front of me and I couldn't

even manage small talk.

"I'm not hungry," was his distracted reply. He didn't even look at me.

I tapped my fingers on the table. What could I say… What could I say? Other than 'I think I may love you'

which is what I truly believe.

"You know, before I was actually a part of this, I would watch the show every time it came around with my

dad?" It was lame, Sora probably didn't care, but it was something.

His cerulean eyes finally looked at me.

"Really?" There was a smile on his rosy lips. "I did the same, only just with my brother. I'm guessing

you're from this town?"

"Yeah, this is the town where it Cirque Etonnement began." I smiled back. His voice was adorable and sweet. He was so adorable up close.

"I'm from a city not too far from here. Vanitas and I would ride our bicycles over here to see the show since they didn't perform back home." His beautiful smile seem to become very sullen, with almost a sad sparkle in his pretty eyes.

"My decision to become part of it was made when I was very young too. I self trained myself during my high school years so once I graduated, I could be part of the show I've loved for so long."

"I… I never would've expected you were self trained! From your first show, you've always been amazing, and I taught you'd been trained by a professional from a young age or something like that. That's really amazing Sora."

"I'm f-flattered." His round childish face blushed red. "Wait… you saw my first performance?"

Now, I was the one blushing.

"Yeah… You were great. Astounding." I tried my best to hide my face, but certainly he noticed my own embarrassment. Embarrassed why? Because I kind of sounded like a stalker when I said that. Yes I remembered his first performance. Of course I did. But he didn't need to know that. He probably thinks I'm a creep. Great.

"Thank you… That means a lot." His smile was so beautiful.

I was about to open my mouth to point it out, an impulse to tell him about his beauty, something I would of regretted saying if it wasn't that the middle aged waitress came by with our order.

A glass of water for Sora, the young brunette immediately muttering a thank you and taking sip and my own order, coffee and a toasted bagel. Why this took a while to get to us, I'm not sure, but it gave me a moment to talk with Sora, so I wasn't very upset. Still, the fact that the brunette was eating nothing annoyed me. I decided not to pester him about it.

The silence from before had returned, looming over us, suffocating any conversation. Was it my adoration of Sora? Or the fact that he didn't want to be around anyone, much less me? Or maybe I was just being paranoid and self conscious. He didn't seem to dislike me. But I could be wrong.

Goddammit Riku! I mentally cursed myself, biting into the dry bagel. I just ate, and sipped my coffee, until both Sora and I were done. Minutes had gone by, wasted moments with this boy I adored so much.

We stood up to leave, myself leaving the money to pay as well as a decent tip on the table.

Before I knew it, we were stepping out the door of the little dinner, and Sora just walked ahead, in front of me and I couldn't bring myself to move for some reason and just watched him walk, leaving me behind.