A/N: Hello! This is my first time posting anything other than a Bleach FF, so I apologize for any OOCness. I do wanna assure though that this is just the prologue, and future chapters will (hopefully) be longer, and not so explanitary and boring.

It IS a USUK story, so if you don't like, plz don't read. I'm not sure if I'll up the rating later, as I've never wrote anything even remotely sexual before, but I'd like to say that I've read plenyt of lemons and am a fairly fast learner, so I might try my hand at some. ^_^

But if you do like this story and want to read more, I feel I must warn you that in 2 days it will be transferred to another account of mine (so that my yaoi-phobic friends don't freak on me) which is called ClosetFujoshi (accurate, no?) I may or may not continue updating on this account, depending on my friends. But pleeeease review and/or follow/fav, so I know the initial reaction and who to PM when I transfer. Plus I need criticizm.

**PLEASE READ! ...For all those that I know usually skip the A/N's, I just want to say that this plot and everything is mostly taken from/inspired by an amazing yaoi manga called Lovers Doll by Mishima Kazuhiko (my favorite!) and partially by a cute little USUK doujinshi I found on youtube called "Little Angel." I never planned to do any writing like this, but I never could find any FFs like these, so I decided to satisfy my craving by writing myself.

now...be prepared to be smothered by fluff and cuteness! (lol trolling: not actually in this chapter, but I promise it's to come.)

Arthur Kirkland glanced at his watch for what seemed to be the billionth time. Damn this New York traffic! He cursed in his head. He was late. One more glare at the time and Arthur paid the driver and left his cab to walk himself the rest of the distance to his destination in a huff.

Damn New York, damn the traffic, damn this country! I want to go home. He griped to himself in his head. Arthur had been in what seemed to be a continuously bad mood ever since his "job" had sent him from his comfortable little apartment in London, England to a small, old, twice-the-price little dingy closet of an apartment in New York City. And of course it's more expensive than my old apartment; everything in America is double!

He was scrambling for negative thoughts in his brain to hold on to his sour mood, since the brisk walk in the autumn weather was rather pleasant; but he wasn't in the mood to feel happy at the moment. His thoughts and mood involuntarily brightened, however, at the sight of the little coffee shop at the end of the block where he knew his friends would be waiting for him.

After purchasing a small chai tea (he wasn't overly fond of coffee,) he slid into the booth him and his companions regularly occupied every Friday afternoon.

" 'afternoon." Arthur half-greeted, still putting up some pretense of irritation.

"…mmm." Was all he received in return from the blond sitting across from him, deeply concentrated on whatever was displayed on his laptop's screen.

"…What are you working on?" Arthur inquired, not really expecting an answer. He got none.

"Francis is looking around for a new model for you!" piped a quiet voice from next to the occupied blond.

"Oh! Matthew! I didn't notice you there." Arthur replied, rubbing his head awkwardly. How do I always manage to miss him? He pondered.

"…wait a minute! New model?" He cried as what Matthew had just said struck him. "What's wrong with my old one?"

At this, Francis finally looked up from his computer. "I've been working on some new designs that I feel your old one is a tad too plain for." He flashed a grin. "You need a more flaunty doll that'll compliment my devilish designs." He explained with a wink.

"But I like Elizabeth! And if your designs are so amazing, the model wouldn't matter anyway!" Arthur angrily retorted.

Francis frowned. "But we have been featuring Elizabeth long enough now that the fans will be expecting something new. Besides, my new line isn't exactly designed for…females. Just come take a look at some of these." Francis offered.

Arthur gave in with a sigh and slid from his booth to see what
Francis had in mind. Usually he wouldn't give in to something like that so easily, but Francis always got what he wanted; and besides, he had a point. The fans would be wanting someone new about now.

Arthur and Francis worked for a popular magazine company (La Mode) that featured the world's most prominent designers, Francis being one of them. But Francis was no ordinary designer; his particular area of expertise was restricted to doll clothes. Arthur worked as his photographer, and displayed all of his collection quite magnificently on his personal collection of "models."

They both had worked part of the time at a studio in London, and the rest in Francis' personal studio back in Paris. Why were they in New York now, you might ask?

Matthew. Cute, quiet, frikin' little Matthew Williams. Francis had met him when he had been interning with Mode last summer. Francis had overlooked the shy boy at first, but after about three months Francis realized he was the only one left in the company he had yet to flirt with. And flirt he did; the two immediately hit it off, and the small Canadian lad had earned Arthur's respect when they exceeded Francis' past "longest relationship" mark, still going strong. So strong, in fact, that when Matthew received a call from his sick mother asking him to come home to her in New York, Francis promptly packed up and left along with him.

Now, any normal person would usually try and find another job, or a different designer at this point, but nooooo…Arthur, after much begging on Francis' part, (and many desperate assurances that he simply couldn't have his magnificentwork photographed and displayed by anyone other than Arthur himself,) he completely uprooted himself from his happy, quiet life in his hometown, and was settled grudgingly in the very heart of New York City. And he hated it.

"See…? Look at all these! They're all unique and hand-made by a personal friend of mine…and this entire website is dedicated to them!"

Arthur scrolled through a list of extravagant yet elegant looking dolls, all very pretty, but none standing out. Then a picture on the side caught his eye.

"Click that one." He demanded immediately. Francis gave a knowing smile when he saw the doll, and opened the doll profile.

Arthur read through the profile, which gave details on his making, displays, and sales.

"Wooa…why so many resales? And that low price!" Arthur exclaimed in shock. "That doll is by far the most beautiful doll available on here!"

Francis chuckled. It was true, the doll was a bit simpler in design than the others, but that added to his charm. He had honey golden hair, and sparkling blue eyes that Arthur swore looked real. He even sported a pair of mini wire-rimmed doll frames on his eyes, adding to the realism of the carefully crafted face, and making his expression seem all the more…adorable. The doll had two white feather wings protruding from his back, and a somehow glowing halo upon his head. He was dressed in a short toga, with strapped sandals on his feet tying above his ankles, completing the angel/cupid look.

"This doll actually has a rather interesting story to go along with it." Francis explained. "The first owner paid a fortune for this doll…more than any sane person ever would, despite how the doll looked. He had the doll no more than two weeks before it was back up for resale. He claimed that the doll was cursed…that it was a demon doll that came to life. A monster."

Arthur snorted.

Francis continued: "…The doll went for half the price to another man, who kept the doll for half the time before he had it for resale once again. He came out with the same story. By this time, interested buyers became wary, and the price drastically dropped to a number that was reasonable. Another woman purchased the doll next, but she returned him to the original maker only three days after, not even willing to wait the time it would take for him to sell to get rid of him. They all claimed the same thing…that he was a demon possessed monster. The stories began to spread, people claiming to have seen the doll alive, and the tales became embellished and passed around the internet. No one has ever held on to that doll, and now no one is even willing to buy it."

Arthur raised a bushy eyebrow in disbelief. Sure, he believed in fairies and fantasy creatures and the like, but a demon possessed doll? That's was just a little far-fetched.

"That's utter nonsense. Francis, I want that doll immediately. I won't be scared off by silly ghost stories."

Francis shrugged and started the purchasing transactions. It's not like it'd be his doll.

Arthur had anxiously awaited the arrival of his new model for a week before it finally arrived. He tore through the packaging in a rush, eager to see the contents. His breath caught as he lifted the doll no bigger than his forearm from the box; he was stunning, breath-taking. He felt his heart squeeze a little when he looked at the cerulean gems of the doll's eyes, glittering in the sun light. He carefully placed him in a stand upon his mantle and merely gazed at him a few moments before turning to clean up the packaging mess with a contented smile adorning his features.

He ambled into the kitchen afterwards to start preparing his dinner. After a quick scan through of his cabinets' non-existent contents, he quickly realized his need for a quick stop at the convenience store across the street.

He toed off his shoes after no more than ten minutes of shopping, and hummed to himself as he placed the bags on his countertop. Then suddenly something in the living-room made a noise.

"I must'a' dropped something…" Arthur muttered to himself. He scanned the contents of his room but found nothing out of the ordina- Wait! The doll! …He was no longer on the mantle.

Where-? An unknown voice from behind him interrupted his panicking mind.

"Well you certainly fell much faster than I expected."

DUN DUN DUUUUUN! Somewhat of a cliffy :)

As a side note, I really had wanted the roles to be reveresed and for Arthur to be the doll, but the personalities and the actual relationship between them in the show made me feel it would flow better this way.

Please let me know if you liked it and review! Or else Arthur's eyebrows might just come to eat you O_o