A/N: Being off from school makes me frighteningly productive, and I like Doll. -smiles- She's kind of fun to write, not so hard on the heart. I haven't read the earlier volumes of the manga in a while, but she kind of seems like the type to monologue to herself when Uriel's not watching. Hee.
Disclaimer: Kaori Yuki owns all.
Shade
She knows that Master hates the color black. It makes him unhappy, because Master thinks that black is the color of bad things—of the night sky without stars, of dark places, of sin and of what happens when mortals sin. Black is the color you have when you have nothing at all. No hope, no sound, no light, no love, no Master. Nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing.
She really wishes he wouldn't hate black so much, though. It's only a color—not even that, actually. It's a shade. Someone—probably the Master—told her so. What did it ever do to him?
It has something to do with the past. She kind of remembers him telling her that, as well. It has something to do with something that hurt him very, very badly somewhere in the past. While she wants to put her head on his shoulder and comfort him and tell him that the past doesn't really matter, a past is an important thing to have. She doesn't have one, not really, so she knows how much it matters. (She still has to tiptoe for her head to reach his shoulder. He's too tall. And she's not sure he'd like it very much.)
But the past can't be the only thing that matters, can it? There are so many other things that matter.
Besides, she kind of thinks that black can be the color of good things too. Some good things, like the shadows that follow you everywhere so you're never really by yourself. Shadows are black. Also, Master's wings and hair and clothes are black, all black, after all. And she thinks they're beautiful. She thinks those things make their part of Hades beautiful, even if beauty isn't supposed to exist in any part of Hades.
(She sings, sometimes, as she works. Someone told her—probably the Master—that song isn't supposed to exist in Hades either. But it does. And the blackbird in her working-song is also black, obviously. The one that pecks off the maid's nose. It makes her happy—the song, not the pecking-off-nose, of course. So that can't be a bad thing either, even if there is a blackbird in it. So whoever put those things in his head about beauty and song and happiness not existing in Hades must have been wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.)
And, now that she thinks about it, the night sky is black even with stars—it's just shot all through with a whole lot of tiny pinpricks of light. But… you wouldn't even see the light, except against the black, now would you?
She has to make a mental note to tell him all these things sometime. She hopes they will make him smile. When Master smiles, the stars come out in the face of the sky.
Fin