Roxas stared at the open box, its brightly colored wrappings falling to the ground like butterflies. Very flamboyant butterflies. Olette tapped him on the shoulder and said, "So, what do you think of your birthday present Roxas? Do you like it?"

"Uh... yeah. It's great." He managed, not wanting to upset his new girlfriend. He and Olette had been going out for nearly a month now, and he really liked her, but he had to question her sanity after she bought him this. It was a doll, with fiery red hair and emerald green eyes. It had diamond shaped tattoos beneath its eyes, and it wore a black robe.

Olette beamed and said, "See, I knew you'd love him. Isn't he just adorable? I mean, not as adorable as you, of course," she added, nuzzling Roxas's neck. He blushed at the contact, but smiled and returned the nuzzling. Something bothered him about the gift, other than the fact that he was much too old to play with dolls(not that he would ever admit he had). He could've sworn he had seen the redhead somewhere else before...

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Roxas was cold. He shivered and looked around for something warmer than what he had on- nothing. He frowned. How had that happened? No matter- he saw a black lump that appeared to be a blanket, or maybe a robe. That would certainly warm him up. He headed toward the lump, but his spirits sank when he realized the blanket/robe was already occupied by him. The man rolled over and smiled up at him, his beautiful green eyes making Roxas's insides melt like chocolate in a microwave.

The red headed man smirked up at him. 'What's wrong, Roxy?' he cooed. 'Cold? You can snuggle up inside with me if you want.'

Roxas humphed. "Yeah, you wish, A-"

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Roxas snapped up in his bed and stared at the doll he was clutching. It was the guy from his dream- he had been having dreams with him in them for the past few weeks, some of them strange, some of them more... PG-13, he was ashamed to say. He had often woken up with his sheets damp and sticky, his face slick with sweat. Often he had been extremely embarrassed, and was glad that none of those had happened while he had had Olette sleep over. Luckily his body was smart enough to resist another 24 hours.

Roxas had never been completely satisfied with his dreams, however; not even the PG-13 ones. He had never heard the man's name past the first syllable. He knew the name had to be in his mind somewhere, and he had thought of all the names he knew that started with 'A'- Alan, Adam, Alexander, Alec, but none of them triggered his memories.

He moaned and got out of bed, still holding the doll. Glancing down, he groaned. Morning wood. Perfect. This was basically the last thing he needed right now, as he found it more than a little strange that he had been having dreams about a doll he had never seen before. Roxas snorted and tossed the doll on top of the toilet and climbed into the shower, letting the water run cold.

He heard a laughing sound from behind him. 'Wow, Roxy. If I had known that seeing me made you this horny, I'd make my appearances a little more frequent.'

Roxas whipped around, scanning the room around him through the glass shower door. No one was in there but him and the doll. It was in his head, then. But why had he called himself by the redhead dream guy's nickname?

'Dream guy? Why Roxy, I'm flattered. I had no idea that you were so attracted to me. Oh, wait; yes I did.'

"Shut up," Roxas muttered, hitting his fist on the wall. "You don't exist. You are just a doll. You can't talk."

'Well, obviously I can, or we wouldn't be having this conversation. Unless, of course, you're a fruit loop. Tasty. Speaking of which, do you wanna know why you woke up like you did this morning?'

Roxas let out an otherworldly shriek and leapt out of the shower. He went over to the doll proceeded to rip it apart, tearing off it's arms, legs, and head. Stuffing flew everywhere, sticking to Roxas's wet skin, and to the floor. He sat there for a while, panting in rage, and was satisfied when the voice didn't speak again.

No, this time it was more vibrant.

"Well, well, Roxy," purred the voice. "I didn't think you had it in you."

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A/N: Lol Cliff. XD , a new story. And yaoi, as well.:3

I got this idea from an episode of the Twilight Zone. This guy's ventriloquist dummy comes to life. this is slightly less creepy, though. I hope, anyway. :/

And also, if it's in italics in this chapter, it's a dream. Or Axel talking. Unless it was the very end, in which he bursts out of the doll when Roxas shreds it to peices. :D And oh, is he smexeh. XD

And I'm seriously sorry about my DN and Twilight stories. Seriously. I like, lost all the stuff I wrote. D:

Anyway, Kingdom Hearts, Roxas, Axel, and everyone else belong to Square and Disney. Not me. I also am getting no profit from this. Because I don't own it. Yeah.