Title: His Beautiful Eyes

Authors: divine and aiko

Rating: T

Summary: Prologue to Diary of a Fangirl. She's a nobody and he's famous. "Isamu Sora-san?" Oneshot.

Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts (c) Square enix and disney. though me and aiko are trying to get Sora and Roxas. x)

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'His beautiful eyes... so ocean blue... so dreamy... so captivating... I consistently find myself drifting away in them. If only they were directed to me, everything would be beyond comparison.' I thought to myself while popping, yet another, starburst into my mouth. I looked back down to the piece of paper in my lap, consisting of my graduation speech – another burden that comes along with being the valedictorian of the class.

I averted my gaze to the television. There he was, the camera was zoomed into his flawless features... his eyes, his gravity-defying hair, and his smile. I just adored everything about him—that being no different than most other girls I know. Sora-kun was just the teenage heartthrob.

"Isamu Sora-san, is it true you are not interested in any girls at the moment?" said a Reporter on the television.

"Well, it's not that I'm not... interested... it's just that I'm not looking." Sora-kun replied, seeming aggravated at the reporter's ignorance.

I sighed, I would devote my life to him... but he won't even notice that I exist. He seems too famous to even come in contact with me, though, but anything is possible. I put, yet another, starburst into my mouth. 'These things are addicting… so tasty.' I thought to myself. 'I should get American candies more often.'

I once again returned my eyes to the television screen, I usually was not as easily as distracted, but I've been undergoing stress lately. With all of the graduation stuff, homework, and... miscellaneous items. Roxas, the bassist appeared on the screen.

"Nah, I'm not with anyone at the moment, so if there are any available girls out there, call me." He said with a wink. I thought he was cute, but not as cute as Sora-kun. He wrote his own songs and played lead guitar... he was practically the 'Eighth Wonder of the World,' or maybe that was just what I thought. He was a special person, though.


'I seriously need to concentrate on this speech,' I thought to myself. 'Graduation is for only another week, and this has to be absolutely perfect.' I felt like such the perfectionist, that moment. Striving for perfection isn't such a bad thing. Sora-kun was perfect... in every way you can imagine... his stunning, azure eyes were the things that always got my attention. Of course, his hair is such a display of unnatural-looking beauty, but he always said that it was natural, and I believed every word he said. He always leaves me dazed.

I've always hoped for the chance to meet him. I had even practiced what I was going to say, right when that would happen. 'Ohayo, Isamu Sora-san. How are you doing today?' or 'Konnichiwa, Isamu Sora-san. I am a fan of your music, may I have an autograph?' But of course, that one seemed a little too common. I quickly shook the thoughts. 'When the time comes, I will know exactly what to do. I'll be ready.'

'This speech can wait.' I thought, while tossing aside my papers and turning the T.V. off. I headed towards the computer; it was a place to free my imagination, because I always took pleasure in typing. And when a language assignment came around, I would just print out one of the stories I did, and hand it in without worry. I started up the Internet and one of those annoying pop-ups came up.

'Adult friend finder—' I immediately closed it. Those came up every single day, and each time, they were equally gross. I shuddered. No one deserves to see that... no one. And so, I was about to check my mail; I get quite a few emails per day – my friends were web savvy. That kind of made me...happy, I suppose – at least I had something to look forward to do.

No new emails. 'Baka's.'

...Whatever. Who needs to have fourteen new emails anyways? I surely didn't. And I surely did not want to do that speech, I felt rather lazy at the moment. There was nothing on the television – the interview was over. So that meant I couldn't see Sora live. 'Darn.' I thought with a pout.

"Kairi, dear." I heard someone call. It was my Obaa-san. I walked into her bedroom where she was in her rocking chair that was near the window.

"Hai, Obaa-san?" I asked. I smiled at my grandmother; she was getting pretty old… Ever since my parents died in a car crash when I was six; Obaa-san had to take care of me.

She older features softened, "Kairi, could you get me a warm glass of milk, I would do it myself but bones are getting a bit achy."

I nodded. And of course with the price of getting old you get in worse shape. Obaa-san is now very sickly and has a lot of problems with her bones. "Shua, Obaa-san."

I walked into the diminutive kitchen, since this house was built after the world war it was kind of old, the walls were a pale yellow with white tile. I put a little bit of milk into a pot and heated it up, Obaa-san needed a lot of things heated up for her since half the time her bones felt cold. I sighed as I thought about Obaa-san, she had a sad droopy face that was so kind and wise, her long grey hair always pulled up in a loose bun, she would usually wear a puffy sleeved dress too.

I dipped my finger into the milk, 'Just about warm enough.' I turned off the heat and slowly poured the milk into a cup.

When I walked into Obaa-san's room I noticed she was watching the sunset through her window, I took note that she did this often. "Obaa-san," I said softly to get her attention.

She looked at me and smiled, "Arigatou, Kairi." She took a sip. "I'm so grateful to be blessed with suck a wonderful granddaughter."

"Aw, Obaa-san you don't need to tell me that every time I do something for you."

Obaa-san shrugged, "Bah," She took another sip. "Nonsense, I am grateful to be blessed with a granddaughter such as you."

"Arigatou, Obaa-san," I took a seat next to her wooden rocking chair. I fixed the warm blanket on her lap; she seemed to look older and older each day. I continued to watch the sunset with her; it was so tranquil and serene. The sunset looked almost like a painting, with placid purples, peachy pinks, and an oceanic blue. Obaa-san had slowly drifted away into a peaceful sleep, as the sunset melted into a nostalgic dusk. She looked so comfortable the way she was, that I decided not to move her at all – Obaa-san was known to become a little grumpy after she awakes from her sleep.

"Yasumi nasai, Obaa-san." I quietly whispered, slipping away into the omote zashiki. 'I should really work on my speech, but I need some fresh air. I suppose I'll just take a walk outside for a few minutes.' I delicately put on my thin, rosy pink cardigan sweater and topped it with a long, chocolate brown trench coat, grabbing my tote bag. I slipped on my pink boots with dark brown details, and laced up the laces, making sure they were as tight as possible without cutting off circulation. 'I remember when Selphie couldn't feel her leg; she wouldn't stop complaining.'

After making sure that my appearance was adequate, I grabbed my key chain and discretely left the cozy abode. Everything seemed to be in a nostalgic haze, with a purple and reddish glow. 'That is kind of odd,' I swayed my bangs away from the line of my sight, 'This place only has this glow when someone famous is in town.' It was quite odd, but it was true. Tokyo was this exact hue when Utada Hikaru and Ayumi Hamasaki were in town. 'That was awesome when they had their concerts here. I almost got to sing with Hikki, except Selphie took my spot, thinking that 'Girl with the red hair' was her. She's so crazy.' A/N Divine: I would have rather sang with Ayu-chan…

Nonetheless, my mind wandered away from the thought of some celebrity was in town, and found its way to the graduation speech again. 'This sucks. Lack of inspiration bites... really hard... in the butt.' My stomach started growling. "I better get something to eat." I said aloud. I reached in my coat-pocket for my keys, but all I pulled out was my keychain – a star made of thylassa shells. 'Kami! I left my keys in the house – I shouldn't knock, so I guess I'll walk for a bit longer than I planned to.'

I decided to walk around my fairly good-sized neighborhood, like Obaa-san's house, they were all built after the world war, all small and classy. I smiled as I saw a mother trying to get her children inside. And I watched as another person was trying to take their dog on a walk.

After walking for around twenty minutes, the sky began to turn a light blue hue and my legs began to ache more and more. 'Kuso.' I thought to myself – then a few pairs of eyes flicked in my direction. I stood there, confused; "Guddo hirusugi?" I began, but the eyes didn't avert their gaze. I turned around and I swear I saw a few brown spikes roaming around. 'Isamu Sora-san?' I pivoted again, 'That would explain the nostalgic hue of the atmosphere.'

My legs were panged with aching pain, yet again. I bent down and rubbed them. 'Kuso, I need my ramen.' My stomach growled even louder than before, I could feel the earth shake. To my advantage, the restaurant was just a few steps away. 'Yaho watashi wa kataze!' And I ran as quickly as I possibly could and made my order.

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'Ah, that was just what I needed.' I swallowed the last of the soup and I could feel the warmth of it travel down my throat. I looked at the tiny clock tower, '8:00 PM... My curfew is 8:30, Obaa-san is going to kill me.' The assistant held her hand out – obviously for some yen. I dug into my right pocket, just giving everything in there and transferring it to her hand. "Starburst," she read aloud. "No, not those!" I replied, snatching them out of her hand, but leaving the change there. Dashing my way around the corner of the building...

As soon as I turned the corner I slowed down into a power walk.'I should hopefully make it home in time.' I thought. 'But If I am late she should be able to understand that I had to go eat something, right?'

For now I tried to keep that off my mind, I needed to think about my speech, since I was valedictorian, I sighed. I was graduating one year early, and there was a lot of pressure I was undergoing. 'How do I start it?' I wondered, 'Who do I thank? What the hell do I say?'

I bit my lip, 'I'm never going to be able to get this right, am I?' Now everything around me was in a light blue hue, It was quite peaceful and full of serenity. I saw a silhouette in the distance, 'Oh Kami, please don't let it be a child molester!' I did get quite paranoid at night.

The silhouette was getting closer; I noticed that he was wearing a jacket with the collar popped up and a hat. He seemed to be thinking about some things. 'Hmm, he seems somewhat familiar.' I thought.

Then I noticed he was wearing square rimmed glasses over what would seem like blue eyes, they reminded me a bit like Sora's, but why would Sora be in my neighborhood? I thought back to the nostalgic hue to the atmosphere.

We then walked past eachother, I looked at one of his eyes for a split second, and they really did remind me of Sora's... The same electric blue hue, with the same wistful look. Then I also noticed that he had brown spiky locks stick out from his hat…

I stopped and turned around the man continuing to walk, "Isamu Sora-san?" I whispered.

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Author's corner:

aiko:And it is finished. After being forced to write, (curses), by Tabbie, I have finally finished this one-shot. Huzzah.
&&Thanks to Tabbie for uploading and editing it for meee. -hug-

Now Review. I'm going to bed.

divine: heh. -feels love- well i don't really have much to say really. What Aiko had was good i just had to edit a lotta things.

Much love,

aiko and divine