My master….is strict; fiercely so. He keeps us with him, in a large house, closed off from the rest of the world by a bleak stone wall rising a staggering ten feet in the air. The only exit was the obsidian wrought iron gate, spiraling fancily into a pattern emulating trees. But all I could see were bars holding me back.

That's not to say that Master isn't a kind man. He can be, so long as you please him. I suppose that's why he likes me. I do as I'm told, singing the songs he wants me to with Rin, Kaito, or whoever, doing the chores he tells me to, being the puppet that he wants me to be.

I guess I enjoyed. It made me happy for awhile, I think. But I could only stand being caged for so long. Curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn't help but find myself peeking through the holes of the garden gate into the outside world, what little of it I could see. What beautiful little I could see. But I knew the world wasn't comprised merely of the grassy field, and vibrant wildflowers I saw day after day of sneaking glances through that gate. Nor of the same handful of humans that would walk obliviously past my home, lost in their own lives, their own stories.

I would see pairs of them stroll past, hand in hand, bodies pressed against the other closely. Occasionally they would press their lips together, something I later learned was called a "kiss." It was something I hadn't seen before, and I'd grown curious. That was my first mistake. And I knew it. Master always tried to keep us away from the gate. Away from the humans. Away from everything other than him, and our house. Thinking about it now, it's not our "house," it's our prison.

You see, we weren't….we aren't supposed to love. At least, according to Master. Supposedly that's because it wasn't directly programmed into our personalities when we were "born." We can feel all other types of emotions and senses, joy, fear, accomplishment, friendship, jealousy, and so on.

So we can love, but only in the way that siblings love each other, or friends love each other. To some of us, that's enough, and that's perfectly fine. But….I wanted to know more. I needed to know more. What compelled those humans to kiss? What was love in its other sense?

These questions were my second mistake.

Master had always told us that love of this other kind was terrible. That it would never bring us any happiness to have. That it was unnecessary, and if we were ever to feel it, that it would tear us apart. That it would distract us from real happiness. That it would ruin us. And so we did not love. But, I can't shake this feeling that Master is lying to us. Those humans I had seen through the gate never looked "ruined." They looked happier than the ones that passed by alone. Master has never lied to us though, right?

Yet, everything I've seen with my own eyes shows that what he thinks is wrong…...No. No, that's not right. I can't think wrong of my Master, can I? He created me and sister, provided us with a home, provided us with a life. He has to be right….He wouldn't lie to creations. He loves us. He must be a good person, right?

My doubt led to my third, and biggest, mistake.


Sup? So, BB and I were thinking for awhile about revamping this story, considering we wrote it in middle school, and we wrote like shit. So, we're going to be rewriting it. Likely very, very slowly, but….it'll be better in the end. A lot so. Until the next chapter-A