A/N: This short fanfic is based on the song A Doll's Voice by the Vocaloid known as Kamui Gakupo.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kamui Gakupo or any other characters that may appear in this fanfic. They all belong to their repsective creators.
Purple eyes made of shining glass glanced down from the shelf within the small room and stared at the blue-haired man sitting at his desk, creating yet another marvelous work of art. Toys, sculptures and other objects decorated the shelves around the room and each one was loved just as much by the blue-haired man as the next.
A small smile graced a porcelain face, although it was hardly visible. The doll loved to watch his creator, whom he had decided to call Master, while he was working. His master would hum softly, sometimes even sing, and he always seemed at his happiest when he was busy at his desk. The doll had noticed that he was the only one of his kind within the room. As far as he could see, there were no other porcelin dolls on any of the other shelves and this made him very happy. It meant he was special, in some way, to his master.
Some days, however, his master would look very sad and there were often dark circles around his eyes. On these days, the blue-haired man would merely sit at the desk and soft sobs could be heard as his shoulders shook with sadness. If one looked close enough, one could see that the doll's expression would change from its small smile to a frown. Oh, how the doll wished he could comfort his master on those days, but the only movement he was capable of doing was changing his expression ever so slightly.
The doll prayed every night, unsure if the heavens could hear his prayers. "My only wish is to be able to move, so that I may be able to touch Master, to hold him... To tell him I love him... So that I can wash away all that sadness..." The doll uttered in his mind and waited patiently, until one day his prayers were answered.
He was able to move! He was finally able to move! The doll climbed down the shelf, cautiously, as he knew that if he slipped it would be his end. His master was not in the room, but that was fine. He would wait. His smile broadened as he heard the sound of footsteps echoing across the wooden floors and his purple eyes glistened with happiness as he saw those familiar blue locks.
"Master!" He cried out, enthusiastically, his voice soft and angelic. It was the first word he had ever said out loud in the entire time he existed.
The sound of glass shattering on the floor made the doll jump slightly and he looked up to see his master staring at him as if he were gazing at a demon.
"A-An evil spirit has possessed my doll!" The blue haired man screeched in fear.
The doll outstretched his arms, his eyes wide. "No, Master, I-"
Another screech emitted through the air. "No, stay away from me!" The man spun on his heel and ran away, slamming the door behind him.
The doll stared, wide-eyed at the door and felt a painful feeling overwhelm his body and mind. He was unable to cry, because he had no tears, but the sobs that left his mouth were sorrowful enough.
"All I wanted was to tell Master that I love him, to say thank you..." He whimpered as he climbed back onto the shelf. "But he thinks I am an evil spirit... It hurts..." He was near the top of the shelf and he looked down. One wrong step and he would fall.
A porcelain face cracked into two as it hit the ground, purple eyes filled with a sadness that was too life-like for a doll. Perhaps one day the doll would be with his master, perhaps one day he could tell his master how he felt.
But that day never came.