Two pairs of sisters, two different eras. Throught the heterochromatic eyes of a living doll.
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On the shelf she sat, still, lifeless eyes gazing out through the glass window. She was tired, weary. Tired of talking, tired of eating, tired of moving; weary of her sisters, weary of all humans; but she mourned for her. In a bleak era plagued by war and violence, mourning is the most sensible, possible easiest thing to do. For fate, for future; for her twin, her other half, her dearest sister. Gone forever, never to be awake again. Would she still be sleeping beauty, resting comfortably in her box, oblivious to the war around her; or has her sleeping form been burned to ashes? Bombs and bullets have no eyes, you know. No, no. She couldn't be dead. Not dead, like that. She's only sleeping. But she wasn't even sure if her other surviving sisters were still alive. Don't think about that. Don't think about anything. Just keep on looking at the window.
"Of all things, you sisters just have to dress up as Rozen Maiden dolls!"
They caught her sight, a bunch of teenagers just coming back from a costume party. 2 girls, 4 boys.
"…But those dolls are really cute."
"Cute? An antique doll that looks and feel and MOVE like a real human is more like CREEPY!"
"Oh come on! It's only a story. Don't make such a fuss out of it."
The redheads, the 2 sisters. Dressed like her and her twin. Souseiseki. The words died on her lips before they were spoken. The same short hair, the similar outfit, the almost identical air of pride and strength. But she can't be Souseiseki. She is not Souseiseki. She is only a weak, worthless human.
Souseiseki.
She felt herself tremble, her limbs turning cold, her stomach churned and constricted, as her chest tightened. But she was sitting there, still as stone, expressionless; her body had long forgotten about moving and reacting.
"…you should have seen Commander Jule and Commander Westenfluss. The moment they come in with Major Hahenfuss and Ensign Elthman, everyone thought they are 4 life-size walking porcelain dolls from the 19th century!"
"I don't understand this sudden doll craze that hit everyone…"
"Luna, look at this!"
The teens were now in front of her, and all, except the blond one, were gaping.
"It's so…life-like…"
"CREEPY!"
"The master craftsman must be a talented genius…"
"Did it blink? I swear I saw its eyes move"
"WHAT??!"
"Isn't she cute? Look at her eyes... Such a sweet face."
"Mey, I think she looks a bit like you, except the eyes."
The boys were curious, while one was freaking out. The redhead known as Meyrin was admiring her in awe, but her eyes were on the other sister, the one called Luna; her short boyish hair, in a costume and hat that resembled Souseiseki's outfit. Suddenly, Luna disappeared. In a short while, she found herself, and her box, in Luna's arms, carefully placed onto Meyrin's gentle hands.
"A gift for my beloved angelic lil' sister."
"Thanks a lot, sis!"
From that day on, Suiseiseki, the Rozen Maiden who had forsaken the world and her sanity, had found herself a new home.
Suiseiseki may be OOC for some, but this is just my interpretation of a soul who has lost her dearest, who was all alone as she endured fear, violence and hopelessness in a world of conflict and suffering. I hope its still 'palatable'.