Prologue
"Miku! Miku get back here!" A brown haired woman wearing a red jacket, blue jeans, and a pair of black boots ran after her daughter, a girl no more than the age of seven with green hair tied up into two twin tails wearing a pink jacket and a black skirt, who was running around a crowded flea market while giggling and not caring that her mother was chasing after her with a look of anger. Suddenly, Miku stopped in front of a table that sold old rag dolls and puppets that looked old and beat up, but the little girl couldn't care less as she jumped up and down, pointing towards the table with glee. "I want to buy something from here, mommy!" Miku's mother let off a sigh of annoyance as she looked down at her energetic daughter.
"But honey, don't you want something nice? You can buy whatever you want, but nothing here looks nice at all. It all looks old and worn out." The women tried to convince her daughter that buying something from this table would be a waste of money, but Miku did not care at all.
"No!" Miku shouted, "I want something from this table!" the seven-year-old has always liked stuffed animals that were old and looked nothing like something you would see in a normal toy store, but the dolls and other plush toys on this table looked kind of creepy. Nonetheless, her mother complied and allowed her to look at the items at the table. Miku's eyes widened at the selection of toys she could choose from, and she could barely contain her excitement as she picked up and put down various items. "I don't know what to choose! They all look so cute!" the little girl shouted in frustration, she was clearly overwhelmed at the wide selection. The man behind the counter looked down at Miku and she stopped ranting about not being able to decide what to choose.
"I think I have something perfect for a little girl like you," he interjected, "do you like dolls?" Miku squealed with delight at this.
"Yes! I love dolls with all my heart!" she started jumping up and down, with her mother watching from a couple feet away. The man let out a chuckle before going under the table and picking something out of a large cardboard box. In his hands he held out to her two dolls made out of fabric and buttons. They both had mouths that looked like they were stitched shut with black yarn, black buttons for eyes, and they both had hair made out of soft yellow fabric. The two dolls looked rather creepy looking, and one of them had a big plaid bow on the top of its head and white pins, while the other ones hair stuck out in all directions and had a small ponytail on the back of its head. Miku jumped up and down and started shouting with glee, "Yes! Yes I want them!" the man handed the dolls to the giddy seven-year-old and her mother walked over to her daughter and looked at what she was holding.
"Oh my…" the woman's eyes widened at the creepy looking dolls, but pushed that aside and looked over at the man behind the table. "How much do they cost?"
"Only five dollars each." Miku's mother pulled out a ten dollar bill from her purse and handed it over to the man. "Have a nice day!"
"You too." The brunet replied dryly before telling Miku to come along to the car before it gets too dark.
"Wait! I have to ask him something!" the little greenet ran back to the table, her mother walking close behind with a sigh. "Excuse me sir!" Miku jumped up and the man looked down at her.
"Yes, young lady?" The man asked her. Miku showed him the dolls she had bought.
"Do they have names?" the little girl asked the man, looking up at him innocently.
"Yes they do have names, the one with the bow is called Rin and the other one is called Len." The man replied, "And you must take very good care of these two, if you love and care for them, they will love you back. And never separate them, they are twins and can't be without eachother." Miku nodded quickly and smiled.
"I promise I'll take care of my new dolls! I love them both already!" the man patted Miku on the head and chuckled as she ran off to her mother.
"Miku dear, are you absolutely sure you want those dolls?" the brunet asked Miku, wishing her daughter had wanted something nicer and less creepy.
"Yes mommy!" Miku replied with a sudden frustration, "I promised that I would take care of them already, and I will take care of them for the rest of my life!"