Hello everyone! This is a new project of mine. I must say, the plot here does not belong to me, it belongs to a very famous Asian artist called Jay Chou, and this is based on the movie he directed, which is called "A Secret That Cannot Be Told," direct translation from Mandarin.

I'm using the characters of KH here, because I love them, and Axel/Roxas is pure OTP love, and I'm testing my writing skills out on this plot which I also love, and also to introduce to the non-Asian people who might stumble across this fic of the awesomeness that is Jay Chou. To those of you who do know who I'm talking about, and have watched the movie, please leave a review (unless it's to flame Jay Chou, which I really can't tolerate because I'm an awesome fan of his..) and tell me what you think! And don't spoil anything for other readers too!

Disclaimer : The characters belong to Kingdom Hearts, Square-Enix, all that jazz. The plot belongs to Jay Chou (most of it, at least).

Secret : Chapter 1

Shielding his eyes from the glaring sun, a tall redhead stood outside the gates of Radiant Garden Music College, dressed in the required uniform (though, of course, with a few messy yet stylish additions), squinting inside through the iron bars. The college was well known for its old history and prestigious music students, well-gifted in the art and history of music. After glaring back at a few students who had stopped to stare at him, he walked in.

It was a nice change, he decided after a few minutes of taking in the scenery. The school was very pretty; pretty in the sense that it was nicely decorated and had a homely feel to it. The vines crawling down the sides of the old, red-bricked buildings made him feel more relaxed, as did the garden and the number of students lounging lazily around, basking in the warmth of the end of spring. There were a few new buildings too, he noted, especially the main hall. The contrast was very startling; the walls were painted white and it looked very clean, to put it plainly, and he estimated the building to be about 3 or 4 years old.

"New student?"

He whipped around, startled, and came face to face with a blond guy.

"You must be Axel, right?" he asked, holding out his hand for him to shake, completing the picture with a goofy smile.

Nodding, Axel shook his hand.

"That's one hella hairstyle you got there," said Axel, eyeing the dirty-blond's mullet.

"Yeah, I know. That's one hella hair colour you got there. Heh. Anyway, I'm Demyx. I'm supposed to be your guide for today," he said, grinning wildly. Axel grinned back, running his fingers through his hair again.

"So, where to?"

They walked on, chatting amiably as Demyx took Axel round on a brief tour of the school. It was pretty easy to get around, and Axel let the last of his doubts slip away.

"It's kinda weird to have you transferring in your third year," said Demyx, sucking on a random lollipop. Axel made a non-committable sound, not really wishing to answer. Looking around for a quick topic change, he said the first thing that came to his mind.

"Got yourself a girlfriend yet?" he asked, smirking cheekily.

"No," said Demyx, smiling around his lollipop.

"Well, you certainly sound pretty happy about it."

"Maaaaybe. Hey, show me your schedule."

Axel dug around in his bag, sticking out his tongue in concentration. He didn't notice Demyx staring at him. Finally he took out a few books and shoved them rudely into Demyx's hands, reached into the bottom of his bag and pulled out a rather crumpled, battered-looking piece of paper.

"Riight," said Demyx, amused, as he took the poor paper from Axel's hands.

"Shush."

"Okay, so most of your classes are in that building over there," said Demyx, pointing to one of the white modern buildings Axel was observing earlier, "And some of your practice lessons are in the old buildings over on the other side. Let's walk over there..."

"Pretty weird, the buildings. Old and new."

"Yeah, well, the school's been undergoing renovation for awhile," said Demyx, shrugging. "They've been tearing down the buildings to replace them. This building here? They're tearing it down this year. Graduation night."

"No shit?"

"No shit."

"Wow. But why not just renovate? Instead of tearing it down."

"The structure's pretty old and weak. It's like, wooden floorboards and all. It creaks, makes odd sounds, and it's loud and has echoes and stuff. One time a group of students jumped hard at the same time on the 3rd floor... the other students below ran out, thinking there was some kind of earthquake or something. It was awesome."

"Right... and were you part of this?" asked Axel, nudging the other a bit.

"Anyway, they're mostly music rooms now..." said Demyx, ignoring the implication, though smiling slightly anyway. "The principal is gonna move most of the musical instruments to the new buildings. The pianos are gonna be a pain to move, though. I heard some of the pianos in there are so old they're considering destroying them anyway."

"I see..."

Checking his watch, Demyx yelped and turned to Axel. "Shit, I'm late. I promised a friend to do something for him, crap..."

"Hey," said Axel, raising his hands. "I'm alright. I don't mind doing a bit of solo-exploring."

"Something's not quite right with that sentence," said Demyx, frowning. Axel laughed, and he grinned.

"Catch you later then. Nice meeting you, Axel."

"You too."

Humming contentedly to himself, Axel wandered about the old building. The wooden floorboards creaked with every step Axel took, and it was beginning to get on his nerves. Framed pictures hung on the walls, and the beady eyes of old-time musicians stared down at him disapprovingly. The old building certainly was big, and Axel suddenly felt like a small child again, exploring rooms in a big old house and finding new adventures in each one of them, knocking over vases of flowers and hiding under the beds.

Making a random turn into a hallway, he looked over each room; every room had a piano in it, furnished with a bookshelf to store music books. All in all, it was a pretty calming atmosphere, with lush drapes and potted plants. He wondered how the caretakers of the school kept up with the tedious job of up keeping. Noticing the lack of other musical instruments, he supposed the ground floor catered for the piano students, and made up his mind to check out the floors above.

As he slowly neared the middle of the hallway he realized it would lead to a dead end. Thinking he would find nothing interesting other than old pianos with rusty sounds, he was about to turn around and find a staircase leading upwards when he heard the faint sound of a song. The tune caught his attention, and he turned back, walking past the rooms and peering into each one of them. Empty. Empty. Empty...

The song grew faster and faster, and it drove Axel to quicken his pace. Suddenly, the song ended, on a high-pitched note. Very high E, thought Axel absently, as he reached the last room. The double doors were opened, but no one was at the piano.

Oooooh, thought Axel, his eyes raking over the wooden piano. Baby grand!

He stepped in through the doors, eager to test out the sound of the antique baby grand piano, when a flash of bright yellow to his left caught his eye. Startled, he jumped back, nearly knocking over a flower vase.

"Whoa, dude, you scared me man," he said, clutching his hand to his chest.

A little blond boy with messy spikes stared down at him from atop a ladder with unblinking blue eyes, so blue and big Axel thought he could see himself reflected in them. Caught in the moment, he stared back.

"Sorry," he said, offering a weak smile.

"It's ok."

They stood in awkward silence for a moment, with Axel trying to figure out how tall the little guy was and the blond boy scrutinizing him carefully.

"I've never seen you around before," said the blond, finally breaking the silence. "Are you new?"

The bell rang, startling the boy, who jumped and wobbled dangerously on the ladder.

"Fuck!" exclaimed Axel, holding up his hands in case the blond's center of gravity decided to shift ominously out of his body range and into his arms. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Fuck," repeated Axel, "I gotta go. I can't be late for my first class. See ya around!"

Turning away from the pretty blond was a hard thing to do, Axel discovered, and he felt his stomach lurch when those eyes blinked at him again. Waving a little, he dashed out of the door, cursing a blue streak as he weaved around the students to get to the new building, which was where his first class was.

"First class... dammit, what room number was it, 118? 128?"

Digging into his bag for the damned schedule again, he finally found out which classroom he was supposed to be in and headed off in search of room 138, and when he arrived he was ten minutes late and his teacher didn't look very pleased to see him.

"Sorry. I'm new, I got lost."

"Ah, the new student. Mr. Sinclair, I suppose?"

"Yes."

"My name is Mr. Leonheart," said the teacher, nodding slightly at him. "Sit. You're not very late, so don't worry about missing anything."

Staring around quickly at the class, he caught a big grin from a familiar face, and he grinned back to Demyx. There were two seats left: a seat right at the back of the class and behind Demyx, and another three seats in front of him.

"Not there, Mr. Sinclair," said the teacher, frowning again when Axel attempted to slink inconspicuously to the back. "There's a seat right there. Sit there."

Sighing, he scowled and settled down at the assigned place. He heard a soft sigh behind him and turned to look around at Demyx, who smiled apologetically.

"Face front, Sinclair."

Damn, the guy sure is picking on me today, he thought sourly. Tapping his pencil against the text he was supposed to be concentrating on, he let his thoughts drift as he sat through the rest of the class. Mr. Leonheart was talking about Chopin, a famous composer whose songs Axel liked to play, but at that moment all he could think of was the cute blond kid he'd met just before he had to get to class. He wondered if he'd meet him again... the boy had looked kinda lost and fragile. Making new friends wasn't hard. Trusting them was another matter entirely...

Just as he had started this train of thought, the door, which was only partially open, slid open slightly and the blond boy from before bowed slightly before stepping in. Mr. Leonheart was writing on the board, and the boy slipped in and walked to the back of the class, taking his seat behind Demyx.

Oh, thought Axel. So that's why Mr. Leonheart didn't want me to sit there. It's already occupied.

Turning around in his seat, he caught the blond's gaze and smiled slightly, his smile widening when he received a smile in return. It was then he felt something wasn't quite right with him as he gazed back, feeling his heart flutter madly against his chest, tightening and tightening, and he wondered, he asked, in his head, 'Are you doing this to me...?'

TBC

Sinclair. Lol. Someone wrote Reno Sinclair and I really liked that name, so I took it for Axel's last name xD

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