I am but a doll. Nothing more. Nothing less. He might see me as his friend, but I have no such feelings.
I talk, walk, eat, and drink. I am bossy, stubborn, mature, and cold. I have intellectual conversations. I watch child shows. I read constantly. I drink tea. My hair is like a whip. I am all this, but still only a doll.
I have six sisters. I am the fifth of seven. We fight for the love of our father. We fight to be his perfect Alice. I fight and destroy my sisters to be with my father. All because he couldn't create his perfect Alice, we destroy eachother, the sisters we all love, to be his perfect doll.
It was during this seemingly endless battle that I met him, Jun Sakurada, my servant, and my power source. An angry, secluded, troubled teenager. He has never told me why he refuses to go outside, nor do I really want to know, just natural curiosity, I suppose.
When we talk there is no real significance in our words. Our conversations tend to be nothing more than small talk. There is the occasional conversation I would remember for a time. One in particular I'm not sure I'll forget anytime soon.
Jun asked why I wanted to become the 'Alice Doll'. Innocent question in itself, but I found myself unable to come up with an answer that would explain why I would be willing to use him and hurt my sisters.
The only words I thought of to say were 'So that my father would accept me.' He waited to see if I had more to say, and when it was clear that I didn't he said that I was already accepted my him, Nori, Tomoe, and the majority of my sisters. Why strive for somebody who just threw us all away?
I couldn't answer him then, and I doubt I could answer him now.
I, Shinku, am but a doll. Nothing more. Nothing less. Or so I believed.