Title: Broken Doll
Disclaimer: Chrno Crusade © Moriyama Daisuke
The man glanced at the brown paper bag in his hand and heavily sighed. Day by day, he noticed the changes. "Master, if you could please pick up some coffee beans for me." The facial expressions that she exhibited now were more dynamic than before. The way she'd look at him. The way she nervously watched everyone taste her meals. The face she made when ordered to create the jewels. How "human" she was becoming again.
He couldn't believe it.
"Everything is good to go! She won't go against your orders. From now on, she's… your doll." He recalled the cat girl cheerfully yet somehow sadly telling him this.
He had to be certain of those words. A soft caress of her cheek and the whispers of his demand revived the same tainted cheeks she expressed on the first day they met. A strand of concern filled his mind even as she went through her normal custom of curtsying and proceeding to carry out his wishes on her knees. His skillful hands pushed every button expecting nothing to pass her lips, but the focus on hand. The man's violet eyes carefully studied her until he was satisfied. It seemed that not all of the natural reactions were deadened as he observed the changes in her breathing with a final flick of his finger across her moistened bud. He couldn't help, but place an amused grin across his lips as he adjusted his glasses. It was clearly written on her face as she lowered her head to avoid his gaze while she finished her deed. She was no longer solely his doll, if a doll at all; A broken doll.
