You are my sanity…
The only thing I would allow to come close…
You make me feel alive. Like a drug you have me addicted…
Together in this madness, we will dance our way through this insanity. I won't allow you to let go, for you belong to me. You are mine, my Porcelain Doll.
Chapter 1: Beginnings
Hi Miss Alice
With your glass eyes
What kind of dream
Can you see?
-Still Doll
The place was a mess. Everything was turned upside down like a tornado had hit the room.
A red haired teen was looking all across the room. Inspecting and looking for something. He moved as if he had all the time in the world yet with a grace that looked too inhuman. Too unnatural. He runs his hands over the table that was miraculously still upright despite the chaotic state of the room. His eternally bored face once again swept all over the room.
After some time he moved on and picked up a book. He leafed through the pages until he came across an entry which had caught his attention. He hummed. Interested at what he read.
Walking purposely towards the bookshelf, book still in his hand. He stopped in front then grabbed a book which seems to have triggered something because after a few moments he heard a rumbling sound. Moving a few paces back, he heard the unmistakable sound of wood creaking under his feet. After moving the carpet that was in the way he pried the only wooden floor open. The red head was greeted with a staircase.
Climbing down staircase, a smirk can be seen across his face. For the first time in years, he felt a spark of excitement course through his veins.
Footsteps echoes all across the place. Despite the current state of the house, this place seems to have been untouched. Seems like they weren't able to discover this place, whoever ransacked this house. Well, not like he cared. He just stumbled upon the house while he was looking for a place to stay. He would have killed the people living in this house eventually, one way or another. How fortunate.
Upon reaching a room, he noticed that the door was ajar and a light was coming inside.
Reaching for a kunai in his pouch, he cautiously stepped inside the room. Stepping inside, he scanned the room for any signs of life. When he saw that there was no one, he relaxed his stance.
He moved inside the room as if he owned the place. Then he started inspecting the surroundings in casual manner. There was nothing noteworthy inside the room. But that did not deter him from his goals. He was a ninja. And he knew that not everything is what it seems at first glance. Which was proven when he saw a wooden box; it seemed to be a simple box used to keep toys, were it not for the haphazard way that the toys were placed he wouldn't have suspected anything.
Everything in the room was clean and organized. Except for the box, as if whoever placed it there was in a hurry to hide something. Which in itself is suspicious, and besides, he was looking for something in particular and the only place to look was in the box.
Moving towards it, he removed the toys. He was disappointed when he didn't find what he was looking for.
'Now where is it?' he thought, irritated. He was never the patient man.
While he was deep in thought, he happened to glance at the floor. He noticed that there were marks on the floor as if something was repeatedly dragged across it, something big and heavy, to make that mark. Like a box.
Smirking, he stood up and started pushing the box. Finally
He pulled a glass case covered in cloth. The case was as tall as him. Anticipation grew inside the man with red hair as he pulled the white cloth that covered the case.
When he pulled it away, he was enamored at what he saw. It was not what he had expected. No, it was more than he expected. The porcelain doll was beautiful. A masterpiece of the likes he had never seen before. How it had eluded him he didn't know. Surely he should have heard of it by now. Nothing escaped him, he who runs one of the largest spy networks in the elemental nation. And yet, here it is. It was luck that he found this place.
Looking at the doll again, he couldn't help but marvel at its beauty. She was perfection itself. The perfect art that he was obsessed with since he was a child; something long lasting and will never decay. Like him.
The doll has long white hair, like those of snow that reached her waist and two braided hair on each side that reached passed her knees; Her eyes are of different color, her left was a deep shade of violet and her right was sapphire blue; her skin was creamy white made of porcelain; and she wore a black and white corseted dress that reached just above her knees.
He opened the glass case and carefully took her out, minding the strings that were attached to her body to keep her upright. She looked so real and so lifelike that he couldn't help but touch her face. Only to be met by the coldness of the porcelain with which she was made.
Now, as he got what he was looking for. He stood up, returned the doll inside the case and pulled out a storage scroll to put the doll inside. After that was done and over with, he stood up and left; never once looking back. His cloak with red clouds fluttering is the only thing that can be seen as he got farther and farther away from the house.
So how was it? Lol I've got a new story although I haven't updated my other oneXD I just can't get this out of my head after reading an Akatsuki based fanfic. Since I'm rather stuck on my last story, I thought why not? because I kinda got lost since these past few weeks I have been busy writing a short story I needed to pass for my creative writing… which turned out to be not so short. I guess I got carried away, hehe. I'm really sorry guys but I'll be back on my previous story when…inspiration hits me again? In the meantime I'll just proceed with this new SasoriXOc fic of mine. Hope you enjoy!