Beauty's Blue Eyes Chapter 1 – I meet an angel

by Michelle a.k.a. Sexysora

WARNING! YAOI! SORA X RIKU

Inspired by "Somewhere only we Know" by Keane and "Can't get you out of my head" by Kylie Minogue

My restless fingers drummed aimlessly upon a withered desk then reached up to adjust a headphone, making the song pound slightly louder into my ear. How I loved this song; how I could relate to its words. My blue eyes closed as I listened: 'Oh simple thing, where have you gone? …' I mouthed these words and sighed. I hate my life… at least I'm a sexy bastard, I thought while running a hand through my spiky brown hair, I looked up to watch my teacher who had been spewing out useless information about his personal life for the past hour, his chapped lips moving up and down, his stupid facial expressions complimenting the dullness of his speech. A backpack zipped somewhere nearby, then another, and another.

"Thank God," I said under my breath, throwing off my headphones and dumping everything in my bag all at once.

"Don't you just love this class?" the girl sitting next to me added sarcastically.

"Sure thing…" I said with a short nod, hiking my heavy backpack over my shoulder.

The bell rang its annoying, prolonged tone and everyone scrambled for the door including myself. My keys jangled as I walked to my car, waving at the few people I knew and murmuring a weak "hello" to who ever deserved one.

"It's like he doesn't know how hot he is…" some girl sighed through heavily glossed lips, her friend nodded vigorously as I whipped past them.

The one thing in life that I truly loved was my car. I worked three summers strait to earn enough for it, and continue to work in order to pay for insurance (I refused to ride the bus). It was a vibrant red Jeep with about fifty bumper stickers plastered all over the back; and it badly needed a run through the car wash. I hopped into my car, threw my bag in the passenger's seat, and slipped a worn key into the ignition. An instant boom of music made me jump in my seat and I laughed at myself as I edged it down with the turn of a knob. Backing up into the school parking lot, which was always a slightly dangerous place to be after school, I drove around to the exit and made my perfect turn just like always when – BOOOOMMMM! My world was forced forward as if a black hole had suddenly appeared in front of my windshield and was intent on sucking in all surrounding matter, including myself.

While being sucked into this invisible black hole, a surreal feeling came upon me. I watched my backpack plow through the window, spraying shards of glass as it made it's penetration through my beloved car. I watched a white air bag explode from my steering wheel and I watched as my head slammed into it. I felt my intestines being thrown against their containing skin as my body was wrenched backwards; the sensation was like nothing I had ever experienced, not that I wanted to experience it. I was thrown back into the seat from which I flew and as time went on, reality hit me.

"Ohhhhh….." I groaned, placing a trembling hand over my face. I've just crashed my car… at least I'm not dead… What if I killed someone else? That could ruin my life.

"Shit…" I whimpered quietly in my shattered car. I looked up through slit eyes and noticed a frantic group of people hustling about outside. Suddenly there were hands all over me, tugging and pulling at my helpless body. My world grew blurry, dark… Holy shit, I thought… I'm passing out…

Warm, cozy blankets had intertwined themselves around my tender figure. Where am I? How did I get here? Whose bed is this? I wondered helplessly while rolling over to my other side, moaning loudly while I made this transition. A sharp gasp escaped from my throat for in the duration of my turn I, Sora, had come face to face with an angel. Yes, a heavenly angel was crouched by my bed, mere inches away. Oh, he was beautiful. I stared in awe, gaping at his gleaming, iridescent, green eyes; his shimmering, silky, silver hair; his smiling, rosy lips. A bright light shadowed everything around him, defying all that was ugly; he was a truly magnificent creature. I was not fit to share this room with him.

"Are- Are you an angel?" I asked him. His smile grew wider and my angel backed his head out from the bright light behind it, revealing the happy faces of a pudgy nurse and my Mother. Her familiar smile drew in nearer and abruptly smothered my face in an oncoming round of kisses.

"Mom! Ger off me!" I tried to say, though muffled by her face. A soft chuckling came from the end of my bed, where my angel stood and I felt my face grow hot.

"Oh sweetie, we were so worried when we heard the news", she said retreating.

"What?" Just then it dawned upon me why I was here, which made sense because I was in a hospital… and … shit… "Did anyone get hurt?" I stammered.

"Only you," replied the sweet voice of a young adult male.

I bolt up in my bed and said curiously, "Who are you?"

"Lay back down honey," my mother nagged unnecessarily

"I –uh, well, I'm the guy that crashed into your car," he admitted, shrugging his slender, yet very well defined shoulders. "And I'm not exactly an angel," he chuckled the same chuckle that I had heard earlier.

I blushed profusely and laughed trying to make the awkward situation less awkward.

"I'm sorry… It was completely my fault…" he lowered his green eyes and focused in on the outline of my hips through a couple of white hospital sheets.

"He saved you life", added my Mother loudly, pointing a finger at me.

"All I did was dial 911…" he shrugged again, "It was the least I could do."

I didn't know what to say, but apparently my angel wasn't exactly an angel. Sinking back into my bed I said, "Well I feel alright, is anything wrong with me?"

"Nope, you just suffered a minor concussion and a couple of nasty bruises, otherwise you're as fit as a fiddle!" said the nurse, her chubby cheeks wriggled as she spoke.

"So… can I go home?" I asked.

"I believe so!" she replied nodding her wriggly head.

"That's wonderful," exclaimed my mother clapping her hands together.

I looked over at my silver haired savior who was smiling at the happy scene taking place before him. "What about him?" I asked motioning towards the other boy. I was absolutely taken by him, every movement he made, every word he spoke, every breath he took, I wanted to whiteness. I wanted to know more about him. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to fuck him.

"Me?" he said pointing to himself.

"Dear boy!" my mother wrapped her arms smug around the width of this body; a hint jealousy boiled in my gut.

"It's Riku…" he managed to say, though still being suffocated by my eccentric mother.

"Riku! What a lovely name…" she squeezed him harder.

"Uh mom, he's turning blue," I pointed out and she released her death grip. He laughed at my comment.

"Mom, I'd like to talk to him for a sec if you don't mind," I said casually.

"Huh?"

"It means get out so I can talk to Riku with out your input."

"Well, fine ya little snot," she said playfully, rounded on her heel, and closed the door behind her.

Here goes nothing, I thought. Looking back at Riku, I opened my mouth to say something but he beat me to it.

"Did you really think that I was an angel," he asked, tucking some of his shoulder length silver hair behind one of two perfect ears.

"Actually… I did," I replied laughing lightly, "Pretty stupid, huh?"

"Flattering, actually…" he walked slowly to the edge of my bed and gently placed his rear onto the mattress. I blushed again. My heart was pounding so loudly, I wondered if he could hear my discomfort.

"So, thanks for saving me…" I blinked under the bright florescent lights.

"Heh, I was the one who caused the accident in the first place." He admitted shamefully, "I'm afraid I sort of wrecked your car."

"My Jeep is- "

"Totaled," he completed my sentence for me. "Sorry…"

"Well, I guess that's what insurance is for." My stomach lurched. My Jeep was gone.

He chuckled again, making me smile. His face lit up when he laughed.

"I want to see you again," I blurted. Watching is iridescent eyes widen, I thought that perhaps I had make a big mistake.

"Really?" He looked up at me. I watched his tongue flick as he spoke. "Yeah, that'd be great." A wave of relief flooded my veins. "Gimme your number," he said through a wide smile.

"Pen?" I asked. His eyes browsed the room until they found a pen attached to a clip board. He handed it to me and I grabbed his outstretched arm with it. His skin was a flawless ivory color, very warm, smooth. I felt bad as I covered it with the seven digits of my phone number.

TO BE CONTUNUED!

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3 Michelle