Author's Note: So... Barasuishou is rarely shown any special attention at all in Fan fictions. The only Rozen maiden Fan fictions I read was about her and it was only a few. You see she was one of my all time favorite anime girl character. She may be a villain but still, as I said, she is one of my most favorite anime character. Anyway I hope you like this story. This is an AU fanfic. Other characters like the Rozen Maiden dolls may or may not be mentioned or included in this story. If they are included there's a huge possibility that they will be human, if only mentioned there are is a huge possibility that they will be dolls. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Rozen Maiden.

DADDY!... Daddy!... Daddy... Da-...ddy ... Da-...

Then I woke up. I was sweating heavily and I can feel the wetness of my pillow because of my sweat mixed with my tears. Then I realized it was that dream again. I always had this dream. And it kinda felt real, like this had happened to me.

A young version of me was screaming at the top of my lungs to someone whom I called "Daddy" who I don't really know, feeling very weak and tired at same time confused and afraid to whatever was happening to me. I somehow felt that this dream isn't a dream, it's a memory. And I don't remember calling someone "Daddy" very desperately. I don't even remember calling anyone "Daddy" before, but this person is obviously very important to me.

Almost every night I always had this dream, er... memory. All of it was exactly the same. Every scene, every word, every sound, every move. Like a said, all of it was exactly the same. Even how the plants and trees sway on the same direction every time there was wind. I practically memorized it already. And it goes like this...

At first there was a young 6-year-old me sleeping quite soundly on an ordinary looking bed with my long white hair with a tint of gray/silver and a faint color of purple(-ish ) a mess. I can't identify exactly what color is my hair, it is mixed between those three colors. Anyways, as I said the bed was only ordinary. It's a type of bed that people who are simple, average, unpoor and unrich commonly bought. About 2 to 3 people can fit on it and still have enough room to move around comfortably. Let me tell you something, I was at least a little bit smaller than half of its length. Well anyway the room I was sleeping on was also quite average.

The color of the wall was beige and there was about 2 windows with simple covered curtains, vase with flowers on the window sill and also the floor was wooden. At the wall there were a few paintings and pictures of people, although the faces of those 2 people out of 3 people on the pictures were somehow covered with color black fully, except my face. Only my face. Which was weird, really weird. The paintings were typical of a simple, beige colored wall and a wooden floored room. All of the paintings were about very peaceful, beautiful scenery all beautifully painted... Well-except-for-1-painting-obviously-made-by-a-chi ld. Enough with describing my surroundings, on with my memory, er... dream, um...memory...dream-...-memory... dreamemory. Yeah, let's just call it like that.

6 Year Old Me POV (at my dreamemory)

I was sleeping, but then I woke up because I think I heard someone near calling for me softly and kindly. Like that person is trying to check on me if I was awake. And the voice of that person is oddly very familiar. When I leaned up, my hair was covering my face so I used my two small hands to comb it at my back. Then I tried to look for the source of the sound. I looked everywhere. I looked at the door first because that is what is in front of me but no person there. Next I looked at my left and right back, where the windows are but there was also no person there, just a vase with flowers on the window sill and also some books also on the window sill. The I looked at my left and right side to check if that person is just right beside me but to my luck, there was also no person there.

I'm really desperate finding the person calling for me so I also tried to look under the bed, my head was slowly moving down to at least catch a glimpse of the gap of the bed to see even just a little if the person is there. But then suddenly I thought I heard something like a clicking noise. It surprised me that I jumped a little. My head, which is upside down almost hit the floor. But my hands are gripping the bed sheets earlier when I moved my head down, so I gripped it tighter and when it is tight enough I lifted my head. I noticed that the clicking noise I thought I heard was actually the door knob twisting.

It turns out that the person I was looking for was outside the room. That person wasn't inside the room. And because of me wanting to know immediately who it was I looked for that person. And I almost hit my head and fell down the bed because of it...

I stared intently at the door waiting for the person to come in. As the door was opening slowly I can hear the creaking noise it makes, and I don't really like the sound it makes. I resist the urge to put my both hands on both sides of my head.

Slowly by slowly I can see the person. First was the person's hand which was quite big for a woman to have, so it was a man. I didn't knew at first if it was a man or a woman. I don't even know why I didn't notice it when he called for me earlier, I think I have a bad hearing. He also had white skin like mine, except mine is a little whiter and mine looks very sensitive. He has the hand of some kind of craftsman. It has very, very small faint scars, I think it's the kind of scar you get when you got injured by a needle... My hearing is not that good but my sight is amazingly great! While I was talking to myself, the person is already inside and he is about to close the door. When the door closed. I looked up to see his face and it shocked me. He has no face.

Author's note: Here you go! A cliffhanger! I'm sorry, I just really need peoples opinion first before I continue it because I have doubts on my writings. Since this is my first time writing a Fan Fiction, and also since I am usually not good at writing (essays, poems etc.). And I forgot to mention, I don't really have a wide vocabulary and there's a possibility that I have misunderstood a meaning of a particular word. Well see you next time! :) (if there is a next time, I'm a negative person aren't I?)