Pearlescent Tears

Summary: SEQUEL TO CRYSTALLINE KEY Rain: It was falling outside. It was falling down her cheeks and onto her damp pillow. It was the name of the girl alone in her dim-lit home, crying. Sad, longing Raine. Sky: So bright and cheerful. The exact opposite feelings of the being whose name bared its meaning. Depressed, lonely Sora. Ground: So strong and dirty. Just like Riku was. Strong as always on the outside, but feeling dirty for kissing another guy's girl. Pearls: Beautiful and mysterious, just like the new girl on the island. Cheerful, sarcastic, and kind, like Raine, yet so different in physical appearance. Could the two somehow be connected...? Riku/OC/Sora, Sora/OC(in the end)

Disclaimer: -hiding in shadows of an alley as the creator of Kingdom Hearts walks by- YAAAAH! –tackles him/her- Huh? –head rolls off… it's a dummy- Darn. Guess I dun own it, then.

Quick Note: Erf. I lied. I was reading Kingdom Hearts fics and got inspired and wanted to write KH. So here's another chapter.

Sora: -kicks American Girls fic- That'll teach you to mess with the almighty Kingdom Hearts people! WE RULE!

Riku: -moons the Harry Potter cast- YOU DROOL!

Shinju and Kairi: -blush-

Raine: -twitch, blush-

Sora: -shields Raine's eyes-

Me: RIKU! –puts censored bars on him- You're not supposed to give out free shows! How many times have I told you?! If you wanna please the fangirls, make them pay you so I can have enough money to finally buy KINGDOM HEARTS! MUAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! –cackles maniacally-

Riku: -pulls up pants- Whatever.

Sora: Here's chapter three- Shinju: Angel (Literally).

Me: Erm… Warning, I guess. This chapter has… I guess you could say one-sided fluff? Yeah, that's it.

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The atmosphere in the abandoned apartment building was cool and a bit damp, seeing as it was raining outside. Not that the unconscious Sora had actually looked out a window to confirm his assumption. The dull pitter-patter of raindrops falling with an air of elegance from the sky onto the roof only to slide off and fall once again to the ground lead him to believe it was raining. In the seclusion of his mind he felt the ghost of a smile tug at his lips as he imagined the rain sparkle like crystal in the moonlight, their random sparks of light shining bright through the inky, dark blue heavens. Almost instantly after the image faded another one appeared in its place- the time one of Raine. This kind of weather always reminded him of her.

And why wouldn't it? The most painfully obvious connection between the girl and the natural phenomenon were their names: Raine and rain. Any halfwit would think of her during a storm… if they knew her name, that is. The way the drops of water glimmered as if they were crystalline reminded the Keywielder of her keyblade, and the stormy blue sky reminded him of her eyes. When distraught, they became a darker shade of blue, and, seeing as how they were a stormy sea blue in the first place, he felt skies like the one he thought up resembled them.

The spiky-haired teen was pulled from his thoughts when he felt his head lifted and rested on something soft and warm. Two pads of fingers placed themselves on his temples, one on each, and rubbed them very gently. For a moment, Sora convinced himself to pretend it was Raine to ease the pain loneliness and longing brought.

The lavender-haired fairy-angel hybrid blushed a deep crimson he she accidentally eavesdropped on Sora's dreams, which became more and more passionate by the second. Oh, how she hated having to interrupt a dream such as this. Don't take this the wrong way; Shinju was not one to look for- or even want period- a free show. The pale femme just didn't want one of her two masters to have to awaken to find his beloved was not with him physically as he'd hoped, but only in his heart. Gasping, her eyelids shot up as the dream took a rather… flirtatious… turn. Shinju removed her fingers from Sora's head and fought the urge to slap him for thinking such things about a girl. Sighing, she mentally reminded herself that he was a teenage boy. A hormone-driven teenage boy.

Finding she would not receive any answers from him, Shinju looked to Kairi. A faint eyebrow rose quite high as saliva leaked in a constant stream down the side of her mouth onto her bed. Something told Shinju she certainly wouldn't be of any use. Hesitating for a moment, Shinju allowed her pearl orbs- tinted a rusty red in the dim light- to flicker to her second master. She bit her lip, the dusty rose-coloured skin of it turning white near the area where her teeth were putting pressure.

Master Riku was certainly a good-looking boy. Heck, 'boy' didn't seem the right word to call someone who looked like that. He was a man in her eyes, and some exceptional boyfriend material, from what she'd already seen. Shinju slowly glided soundlessly over to his bed, the gleam of his silver strands reflecting the light of the moon into her now green-fading-into-blue eyes. Said locks were scattered around his head on the mattress, some of the platinum strands daring to fall into his eyes and allure her further. A contented sigh escaped his lips, which were pale and looked smooth as porcelain under the light of the luminous celestial body just outside the window.

Shinju's gaze wavered to the rest of his upper body, which was all that was not covered by his blankets and therefore the only part of him visible. His arms were well built, but not big and beefy like some bodybuilder's were. No, their muscle was distinguishable but not bulging as if they would burst, which suited him well. The same went for his chest and torso, maybe even a little more so than his arms. The enticing creature that lay below her had spoiled her eyes and so they were fogged; unable to see enough to have her brain comprehend what her arm was doing. Reaching out, she lightly ran her short, tidy fingernails along the seemingly stretchy, tight fabric that clung to Riku's chest so very teasingly.

Shinju froze when his hand lifted and gently scratched the trail of her fingers, and then rested his hand on top of hers. A shock ran up her arm and into her brain when their skin touched, and she gulped down the almost nonexistent moisture in her slightly dried throat. Shinju glanced at her actual master's face in a frightened manner, a scarlet tint rising into her cheeks at the thought of being caught admiring him. ((A/N: Shinju's like a guardian to Sora, Riku, and the other Princesses; a slave willing to give her life for their sakes. Riku is her actual master, though, because her past is so dark and depressing. So, Riku has a power over her that Sora doesn't, since Riku was formerly the King of Darkness, who, so it would seem, has power over those who have darkness in their hearts. Yeah. Back to the story.)) A relieved exhale of air flew from her mouth at the sight of his eyelids blanketed over his aquamarine optics, signaling he'd yet to awaken. She quietly slipped her hand out from under his, and walked to the window.

'Is this some kind of task, Princesses of Heart?' Shinju thought to herself. 'A test to see if I can control my own emotions so I may keep those I must protect alive?' She heaved a great sigh, resting her head on the glass.

"Shinju?" Shinju jumped and spun on her heel, peering through the dim light at Sora, who was rubbing his eyes. She put a hand to her heart, sighing.

"What are you doing up, Sora? You should be resting, as we have a day of work ahead of us," she said, turning back to the window. Shinju sighed when she heard Sora get up and walk over. 'Honestly, do all boys have to do the opposite of what you say?' she thought.

"What did Ansem mean when he called you a half breed?" Sora asked, his blue orbs holding an air of confusion about them.

Shinju crossed her arms, leaning against the wall by the window. "I… I'm a hybrid. Half fairy, half angel. Most call me a 'faingel'."

"Wow! Really? That's cool!" Sora exclaimed quietly, so as not to wake the others. He grinned goofily at her, causing her to smile.

Shinju's smile faltered, however, when she added, "I'm glad someone thinks so. I was the freak of my planet. Everyone made fun of me for being mixed blood."

"Oh… Well that's just wrong! You're a wonderful person. You're smart, and you're nice, and…" Shinju looked at him questioningly. Her expression reminded him of Raine. "…So much like her." Shinju tilted her head to one side slightly, confused.

"Who is he-"

"You've both got a creamy complexion…" Sora, blinded by his love for his girlfriend, took Shinju's hand and stroked it. Shinju blushed profusely. "A slightly fiery personality…" His other hand cupped Shinju's cheek. "And such full lips…" Sora trailed off, leaning in toward Shinju. She was breathing rather fast and her heartbeat was quickening.

"Sora… don't..." Shinju breathed, frightened that this would ruin her mission. She tried to back up, but then remembered she was against the wall.

Sora stopped, sighing. "You sound just like her when you say my name…" He stepped back, reluctantly removing his hands from her cheek and hand. Shinju was staring at him, bewildered. "I'm sorry, Shinju. I dunno what I was thinking."

Shinju's eyes softened. "No… I'm sorry." She gave Sora a soft smile, and then said, "Now you get back to bed." Sora nodded, obeying as Shinju walked back to the window. He looked to her for a moment, and could've sworn he saw her angel wings before he drifted to sleep.

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I know, I know. It's short. I felt guilty about not posting in a while and starting so many more fanfictions (I have two more started on my computer that I haven't uploaded yet), so I decided to post a little bit. I'll try to finish a nice, long chapter, but I'm not making any promises. R&R, please?