WHAT? A RE-WRITE OF SHINING COLLECTION? I KNOW, I DON'T KNOW EITHER!

Title—Shining Collection
Author—Tysonkaiexperiment
Fandom—Kingdom Hearts
Challenge—None
Couplings/Characters—SoRi, AkuRoku, LeClo, a few different OcxOC and a whole mixed and matched crew!
Warnings/Rating—M for dug abuse, alcohol, cussing, and just generally everyone being dicks and assholes. Hahahaha.
Summary—High school student and garage band singer, Riku Umino, had always crushed on his best friend Kairi. But then he met painter Sora Kaze, Kairi's 24-year old idol, and was lead into a life he'd never expect. SoRi (yes, Sora's seme), AkuRoku, and others.
Notes—Hi everyone!

Shining Collection
Chapter 1
A Glimpse On TV

"His art is amazing!"

Riku Umino rolled his aqua eyes delicately as his best friend and long-time crush, one Kairi Hitakate, squealed. Personally he could see nothing worth squealing over, the sharply-dressed man on television wasn't even that good looking. And neither was his art.

He, however, had crushed on Kairi since... well middle school really. But she never once turned towards him, the moment Sora Kaze had made an appearance in her vision, she'd been hooked. He wouldn't really call it love, he called it more idol worship.

That didn't mean Riku hated it any less.

Swooning, Kairi dramatically clutched her bright pink pillow to her tank top, squeezing the life out of it and practically dropping feathers on her white skirt. "I would love to own a painting by him."

"It's not even that good." He insisted.

"You don't even understand art." She shot back, "You figure considering your sexual preference you'd be all over that though."

Just a few short years ago, during a time when they'd been hiding from the rain in a random fast food joint, Riku admitted to Kairi about being bisexual.

Huh.

Maybe that was why she never paid attention to him?

Dammit, he'd cock blocked himself!

"I hope everyone's inspired by my work." Sora Kaze told on stage despite Riku's eternal torment. The ladies and gay men in the audience swooning at his tone and Riku was just mentally cussing himself out, "My work has apparently brought inspiration to many, and that's something that I enjoy."

The interviewer thanked him for his time and Sora sent a faint amused look his way before standing and waving goodbye to the cheering crowd. Riku couldn't stop his eyes from trailing over Sora's form as he exited, the man wearing jeans, a white tee and a bomber jacket; and somehow he was standing out more than the man dressed as a fruit onstage.

"They're having a contest you know?" Kairi asked, flipping channels the moment the interviewer called out what would be on next, "Go do the raffle down at Maggie's and you could win a chance to meet him and get a painting exclusively from him."

"Did you enter?"

Flushing brightly, Kairi nodded, "I didn't win, I wanted to though."

Riku leaned back to gaze over his friend quietly, her pale hand reaching up to brush a lock of red hair behind her ear, pink nails glistening brightly in the light.

What did she see in him?

"Well, at least you tried, Kai."

Hell, he should just heed his own advice.

"You did great today."

"Hn."

Naminé Matsuda, longtime best friend and cousin of Sora Kaze, frowned, "Sora..."

His bright blue eyes glared up at her, such a beautiful color for such a horrid look. "What?"

"You shouldn't give up, Sora, don't give in, please."

Instead he ignored her, glancing towards the wall in an attempt to avoid her eyes, "You can just go, Naminé, I will catch up with you later."

She shook her head, blonde hair falling into equally blue eyes, "I'll stay here with you."

He bit back the words on his tongue and watched her hand him his black bag. The contents were scarce but it took him a moment to find what he was looking for. Her eyes squeezed shut and she had to look away the moment he pulled the needle and white substance from his bag. In less time than it took to grab his hand he was ready, she could feel the sweat from his hand as hers lay gently in his. Eyes peering through watery tears, she watched him slide the needle into his skin with pinpoint years of accuracy.

Within a moment she released his hand, feeling the bile in the back of her throat, "I'm going to make some tea."

He settled calmly into his chair, refusing to look back up at her as he removed the needle. The tanned skin of his arm tickled pink around the entrance, he threw his objects onto the coffee table in front of him and slid his face into his hands.

"Sora." She whispered, even if he hadn't looked up at her, "You should stop doing drugs."

And that was the end of that, she left the room and his hands began to gradually shake.

Maggie was a store owner in the downtown shopping district, her store more of a crafts shop than anything else. Currently the warm orange-colored store was filled to the brim with people, most of them here for the raffle to meet a certain artist, others to actually get some shopping done.

"Hey Maggie." Riku waltzed over to the woman standing in the back near a large assortment of bears.

"Hello Riku." She smiled back, long curly hair pulled back into a low ponytail, "Aerith tells me you're doing well in school."

Aerith Gainsborough was Maggie's niece and currently dating Riku's close friend, Zack Fair. Nodding politely, he smiled, "Yup, doing just fine, you look busy."

"We are, thanks to that raffle," she laughed, a bright and cheerful sound, "Have you entered the contest to meet Kaze-san?"

He could feel his eye twitch, having been annoyed from hearing that name from everyone around him as of late, "I haven't, but Kairi has."

She smiled and laughed again, "Yup, Kairi entered here." Quickly she reached into her pocket and pulled out a clean card requesting information from him, "Here, try and win for Kairi, who knows, you might be lucky."

He could hear the giggling in her voice, she'd known of his crush ever since he'd tried to make Kairi that ridiculously adorable plaid bear back in their first year of high school. Needless to say it ended up looking like a ridiculously ugly plaid rat that was never given.

With a sigh he reached out plucked it from her grasp, ignoring the look in her eyes. She smiled and shuffled the cards before putting them back in her pocket, then produced a small book in brown wrapped paper from the counter near her and handed it to him, "What's this?"

"I remember you enjoyed this series the last time you were here, they just brought in a new shipment and this is already the last one here."

"Oh." He smiled gratefully and thought of the comic book now snugglying in his grasp, "How much do I owe you?"

"Free of charge," She smiled before he could protest, "Think of it as thanks for helping me bring in the new items the last time you were here."

Unable to keep the grin off his face, Riku filled out the card before handing it back to her and leaving the store, feeling loads better than he had first entered.

"There are a lot of people entering that contest." Naminé looked genuinely surprised by the sheer number she was being told. "The numbers since two days ago has risen by over one hundred and fifty people."

A week after said contest they had almost one million entries, every day the entries seemed to grow. She hadn't even known there were this many people near them.

Silence was the only thing she heard though, but she was not fazed, it had happened more often than not, "What made you agree to this contest anyways?"

"Money." Sora replied finally, his head leaned behind over the back of the couch.

Naminé eyed him as he leaned up to take a long drag of his cigarette before exhaling the smoke and leaving the butt hanging limply from his mouth, "You're lying."

"Nothing but money." He repeated, staring at her quite seriously.

"One of the reasons you left your family was because you were rich and the family flaunted the money." One of his eyebrows arched as she continued, "You just hated wealth."

"I don't touch money I don't earn." He snorted. "It's tainted."

"You're tainted too." She responded, ignoring his glare burning holes in the back of his head as she continued, "Drugs, drinking, smoking, hookers and prostitutes, all those things aren't exactly clean."

"I'm beyond that level of tainted-ness." He smirked, watching her freeze and turn to look quietly at him, "I don't expect to be saved, and you shouldn't either."

She walked across and pulled the cigarette from his mouth, trashing it in the ash tray before pulling him close. He pulled back lightly but her grip was firm and with a sigh he simply gave in.

Riku plopped onto his bed to open his new comic, grinning insanely as he merely glanced at the cover.

The comic book was extremely popular as of now, a more girly comic than anything, but it had pretty amazing action scenes. And besides, he'd been interested in it for the longest time, the story of a young boy who abandoned his rich parents to do what he wanted after a failed planned marriage to another man. It sounded interesting just by hearing about it.

There was also, of course, the credits.

Story by Akira Tsuguharu
Art by Sora Kaze

Pursing his lips, Riku had to agree, Sora was amazingly gorgeous, he couldn't lie about him swooning over the photo on the inside cover. A calm look, spikes going every which way, eyes surrounded by dark lashes, lips pressed into a gentle line. It almost gave Riku a heart attack.

But Riku would fiercely determine his love for Kairi. Even if he would have a one-night stand with Sora Kaze (which would never happen anyways). Besides, Sora Kaze would be a popular subject for now, but over time people would grow bored of him, just as they had with everything else.

Wouldn't they?

He could almost feel Kairi laughing at him, she would never know what his problem was, but with how he was acting she would definitely laugh at him.

Gods, he was such a girl.

Sora Kaze sucked.

Naminé laughed until her face would go red, Sora looked perfectly content with this.

"Auron!" She gasped, her ears even tinting red, "Auron's going to kill you when he finds out you painted him!"

He smirked and shrugged at her response, continuously painting the man's raven hair.

"So." Wiping tears from her eyes, she breathed out and attempted to get back to the focus at hand, "Who do you want to pick to win the contest?"

"Someone who's not a fan." He responded easily, still painting.

"Why not?"

Their eyes met, once, and he was back to painting, "Then they won't judge me."

Softly her hand clasped his, together they eyed the painting in front of them, "I'm not going to let them judge you, not anymore."

Tke: So uh... yay a rewrite... and stuffs... well for those of you new, welcome. For those who have sat through this horrible story before, welcome back! :D