A/N: This first chapter is a little depressing. When you read about Amu's past life at least, so prepare yourself for her decayed fairytale. Honestly I don't know if I want this to be a amuto or tadamu story. I'm leaning towards a regular ikutoxamu relationship, but time will tell. Love triangles, ooh~!
Disclaimer: Oh please. This is fanfiction, get a life if you don't know that I don't own shugo chara.
Credits: The poem that I'll be using is called Dollface/Real Girl by Anya AlkayevVolkov for the chapter lines.
WARNING: This story will be heart wrenching. Your chest will hurt, or is suppose to, while continuing this fic. This is why it is labeled under angst. I may or may not turn this into a fairy tale. So yeah, Ikuto or Tadase can drop dead anytime.
Chapter one: The millions of tiny faces she wears, each completely different for each person she lets into her life.
The seniors and every other grade in Seiyo's private school for girls brother school called her 'the porcelain doll of class C3'. The statuesque beauty with the unnatural carnation drenched hair that apparently violated the school rules. All anyone knew was the girl's unofficial surname, which was Hinamori. She had been discharged from the local hospital three months ago, to join Seiyo High, an exclusive school for those who are absolute geniuses that earned their scholarships, and those who's parents could buy a neighborhood of mansion's if they wanted to. During the few months that she spent at this particular school, even though everyone's eyes shown an invisible spotlight on her, she never spoke.
Throughout one week, when the immature and pampered girl's of class B2 were probably on their periods, their actions were a little harsher than usual. Which meant some sort of bullying on their older girl's parts, and of course, their curiosity was like everyone else's. All focused on the doll. When their forged friendship conversations didn't get as much as a blink from the girl, they silently made it publicity known to the entire school that they did not approve of Hinamori. The trash that was littered around her desk, the countless spiral notebooks that she had to replace, and all the other vial and inappropriate acts and behavior that was shown even in class, was the solid evidence that even and idiot could fit together.
"Seiyo high offers complete security and protection for each and every student. This not only includes physical protection, but verbal as well." Yeah right.
But Hinamori wasn't called a doll for her appearance, it was her dull but undeniably lovely personality and the way she carried herself that welcomed the label with open arms. And so she lived up to everyone's expectation and silently suffered, if she could even really feel emotions. The porcelain doll did not utter one word of irritation or defeat, she did not let the voids of indifference that served as her eyes gossip about her feelings, instead her lifeless body took long strides everyday, carrying on like always. Igniting a new wave of fury in all the classes of B2. But the truth was that she could not acknowledge the difference of the way the females treated her before this incident and now. She could not acknowledge their existence at all.
Just like a doll.
The hospital was her home. She had lived in a room with one large window that served her more use than the t.v that played for the other patients. She was suppose to live in the hospital forever, because of the condition she was in. When she was younger, her father had taken her out on a drive for the first day of first grade, but then something unexpected happened during the ride. In conclusion, Hinamori was rushed to the hospital. Ah. No, she was not suppose to live in the hospital forever. She was suppose to be be dead.
Her heart had stopped.
Just for three minutes or so, but it had stopped, and those were the longest three minutes that her poor mother had witnessed. Of course her father didn't have a care in the world for her. He was out drinking again with his coworker, being the socialpath that he was. Hinamori had caught the doctor striking up a question with her father after he gave in to her mother's begging, for him to come to the hospital and visit his daughter. It was something about how weird it was that he didn't have a bruise on him anywhere, but his daughter had sunken into a concussion and managed to have a few minutes of heart failure.
Around 2004 was the year when everyone knew that Hinamori's father was a socialpath. He had been sent to jail for attempted murder, leaving his wife alone to sink into depression. Apparently, a man offered her father five million dollars for a young girl's body for his sick obsession of grotesque dolls that were built by actual rotten body parts. Her age had to be younger than twelve, since eleven was already pushing it.
After a while the man who was really responsible for this plan, stepped forward to announce his part in the attempted murder and committed suicide from the guilt. In his will, he had left the millions and millions of dollars for the Hinamori family.
But by then it was too late, and Hinamori's mother had gone crazy from all the tragedies. Eventually, she calmed down, but still wasn't in the right sort of condition to stay as her daughter's guardian. So before the day she disappeared from the hospital, she begged her childhood best friend to take Hinamori under his wing. Tsukasa was a very understanding and sympathetic man, so he managed to coax his wife into adopting the young girl.
Although the weird thing is, till this day the two have not met. Because it was not needed, due to certain arrangements. She would be sent to Seiyo High-school where her education would not be disturbed by boys, to catch up on her studies and live in the apartment that the wife of Tsukasa's friend owned until they found her mother. The forty year old woman had fled from the hospital by jumping out the window and magically escaping the security camera's watchful eyes. Tsukasa was not surprised though. Midori was always good at running away from everything that became too hard for her to handle. Just like their high school romance.
If you think that this story explained her lifeless personality, then congratulations. Welcome to the tight club of those who knew of the one and only victim Hinamori. And don't listen to the rumors about how she got her hair color, blood did not cause such a brilliant shade of breath taking hair to bloom.
Of course you would wonder why Hinamori's classmates would treat her so unfairly if they knew her horrid past. But the thing is that they don't.
They don't even know her first name.
All they knew was that she was the Porcelain Doll of Class C3. And she needed to disappear before the day that Seiyo's brother school came over for a visit.
A/N: This is a very short prologue sort of introducing chapter, I know. I'll work harder when I have better ideas to squeeze in there. Look forward to the next chapter if you're intrigued, a love interest of Amu's will appear. c: Whether its Tadase or Ikuto, idk. We'll see.
Reviews and some encouragement are welcomed! c: I hope you enjoyed this. As you can see, I don't use a lot of long and fancy words that make me seem like I'm smarter than you all. So please don't expect me to shift into some sort of twilight novel author.
Definitions;
Socialpath
A sociopath is someone for whom it is impossible to feel empathy for other people. It is a mental disorder. People like this can't see others' point of view- they see themselves as the center of everything. It's not their fault-they cannot help it. There is something physically wrong with their brain that renders them incapable of feeling regret, sorrow, even happiness. This can cause them to do hurtful, even violent things to other people because they honestly do not know that it hurts them.