I don't know what this is.. It was just an idea that came to me late last night, and I felt like writing it. Yet again, another RoxSo for some to enjoy.. My last story only got one review, and that review drove me to write this... Because it was so loving.

But, c'mon. Review a little more, please.

I don't know. I guess it's a little insane.. Whatever.

I don't own Kingdom Hearts. I never have.


Existing

I created him thinking I was creating a monster.

The dream in my head, the dream of the other, so vibrantly rushed past I had only fragments of the dream to look back upon. The silhouette of a feminine figure and the dark shade of his tan skin were just barely visible, and the soft tousles of brunette hair defied gravity. His loveliness was unique, but it was because of this reason that he became gorgeous. In him he contained an untouched, peerless beauty that I am still dumbfounded at.

But it was his eyes... The eyes so vibrant, glowing in the pure blue shade, which I remember so clearly, that could never be obscured by my hazy memory.

It's why I remained locked in this lab for days without sleep, to create that dazzling being who graced my dream. I looked like a wreck—Blonde hair disheveled, dark bags beneath my tired eyes, glazed by a certain madness which kept others away. But it didn't matter.. All I needed was the boy, and I could remain happy till my life ends. My long white lab coat wasn't so white anymore, as it dragged along the floor.

People often found me strange. I was what, fifteen? Sixteen? And playing with science... I was what they called a child prodigy. While the other children in my preschool were stumbling on alphabet rugs I had my nose deep in a dictionary, finding long words that stumped even my parents. Maybe about two years ago they left, taking anyone that was any sort of value to me.

Claiming something about the thin line between genius and insanity..

Time after time I failed.. Whether it was a huge mistake, like a missing limb or organ… Or a little one, like my inability to capture the exact color of his eyes, or the precise way his hair fell. It was those little idiosyncrasies which I adored, and could not just deal without them. But it was fine, in the long run..

When the masterpiece finally arose that stormy night… Blue eyes that perfect hue, chocolate hair finely pitched. When from his lips my name fell, laced with curiosity.. Curiosity as to what he was and why he was there.. I almost died. I knew that my lack of sleep had driven me down, and although seeing him sit up and embrace me lightly had almost picked me back up again, I had to get rest.

And as I fell down upon my labroom floor, glasses thrown across the tile, I felt another presence drape his arms across my shoulders, and bring me in tight. He had no warmth, for a doll.. Much like the rest of the doll which lay lifeless around the room... The failures, his failures.. But his smile, which faded as my eyes slipped closed, radiated. At least, I knew he would be in my dreams. And also when I awoke.

"I'll call you.. Sora."

And Sora certainly wasn't a monster.