I don't even know where this came from.
Seriously, it was pooped out of the little bunny running around inside my brain.
So I guess that's why it lacks a plot and any sort of real form. It's more like a giant mess of words.
Sorry about that. But review anyway!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Hearts. Never have, never will. :[


It was a Tuesday. The day when the pretty little boy finally snapped and fucking did something about it. He couldn't be blamed though, he was simply sick of being teased about his position. So he shut the mouth up the only way he could think of at the time. He kissed him. So the little blonde boy pressed his lips hard on the man's sitting in front of him, as if the smirk would go away if he just directed enough pressure on it. And- damn you- he could still feel the laughter pounding in his ears. It taunted him mercilessly about being a pretty porcelain doll. Taunted him about his crystal eyes and moon-kissed skin and painted-on lips. Somewhere along the way he had grown tired of it and- fuck it all- he didn't want to be treated like he would break.

However, the red-haired man sitting in front of him had different ideas. He loved the way his blue blue blue eyes would cloud over when he concentrated too hard and how his pastel skin was sprayed with light light light freckles as though the rain had left scars all over his body and the way the boy's scarlet lips formed a perfect O O OH! as he as stuck his hand down his charcoal pants. It was the fact that the boy he was holding was a doll that made him love him even more. It made him want to protect something more than he had ever wanted to protect anything in his life. It made him feel like for once- just one fucking time- he had a heart that was pounding in the deepest part of his chest. And he forgot all about Kingdom Hearts, and Organization XII, and they reason they had for living because this boy- the tiny porcelain boy- gave him a different reason.

It was Wednesday. The smallest ray of light seeped into the room and across a bed. Under the covers lay two bodies- the little boy and the one he loved.