Don't mind this ridiculous babble about how this story came to be. It had to start when the Sound Horizon song, The Story Roman of Morning and Evening started to play on my IPod. Then, a blast of Doctor Who ideas came to mind and I couldn't resist. Anyways, hope both fans enjoy! Plus, first Doctor Who fan fiction too. ;w;'' sorry if I don't personalize the Doctor right, orz'.
Now, now..!
Allons-y!
Child of the Boundary.
Chapter One: Unidentified Location.
By Silver Flare of Spirit.
Looked like the TARDIS had a mind of its own, for today anyway, but what was today? Perhaps it was Monday? No, no, no, no! It surely wasn't- since he knew that yesterday was Monday. Though, he could've traveled back to another Monday, different date and month and all! The male in a pin striped suit poked his head out of the blue box, took a quickity quick glance around, before bringing himself back inside. Huh, this place certainly looked like the Library, though, something was eerily off.
Another quick glance was what the Doctor took, his throat cleared uncomfortably, while he placed his left foot out onto the marble tile. After several moments of silence, he finally managed himself out, closed the door to the TARDIS, and walked a few feet from it.
Astounding, there were thousands upon thousands of books here. Just like the Library, he reckoned. But, there was still that feeling in the back of his mind that it wasn't the Library. That gut feeling decided to stay, implanted in the back of his head and heart, no, two hearts. Hopefully there weren't any Vashta Nerada lurking about, but, hm. The uncomfortable atmosphere was sill in the air. For now, the Doctor decided to shake off the feeling.
Where to look, where to search? There must've been some sort of section here, perhaps a bit of Science Fiction, or, maybe Mystery would do! He definitely didn't want to find himself stuck in the Romance section either, ironically there had to be thousands of red roses in vases. Siting in an orderly fashion while they gently rocked back and forth by a draft (from who knows where), in the quiet, Library.
Reluctantly, he walked towards a shelf of books. Taking hold of one of them quickly skimming through, eyes wandering to the next page to the next and the next. Where he stopped, and then put the book back into place. That story happened to be about Greek mythology, with the so-called 'gods' humans had worshiped and all the like. Fascinating, yet tragic he had to conclude. He had to conclude, after taking the book out again and looking at the title, that, Moira was definitely a cruel god. Destiny, fate, or another synonym was one of the cruelest. Though, let's see how she (she was proclaimed, 'Goddess', or 'Mother' in the story) would face off with a mad man in a blue box.
The Doctor's feet then turned away from the shelves shoved together with the Greek mythology, and stories and all. Then walking left, off down some corridor. Allowing his feet to take him there; curiosity was already overwhelming him and he needed to explore.
Unknown to him, a small petite figure garbed in a dress in the many shades of violet, purple (you name it), watched him. Her violet eyes watched him, while she made light steps to pursue, Monsieur would be interested in, whoever this person was.
It felt like hours to him, maybe even more than a day that he was walking around. Skimming every shelf with his hands, touching every book and spine. The Doctor was just like a curious child, wanting to touch almost everything and anything around him. Wanting to gain more information at every passing second.
After having himself literally stuck in a book for the longest time, and not finding the time or place to figure out he was. He finally (and, this was the first) removed his Sonic Screwdriver, waving the small thing with the shining blue light around. Identify where the hell he was at this moment in time. The readings that came back to him were weird, something unexpected. Odd, quite odd, yes.
The Boundary of Life and Death.
"Not expected, no, no…definitely not... " He hit the screw driver against the palm of his hand a few times. " I can't be dead, can I?" It flickered slightly, before returning to normal.
Unless he was dead, but wouldn't he regenerated by now? Unless this was some prank, and act of some sort. The TARDIS was up to something, but now, he wasn't too sure what. Since she was known to make herself appear (along with the additional companions) almost anywhere, even when he directed the coordinates. Though, today was when he let her have a mind of her own and decide to come here. Hm, confusing, very confusing.
He remained silent for a few minutes, staring at the darn sonic screwdriver again. Raising it high enough above his head to look at it's findings, which remained the same. Nothing else, no one else was here with him at the moment. Though, a dash of purple crossed his mind, eyes flickering to the very corner, seeing a young girl. Ooh, looked quite young, maybe she was six or seven or eight? Could be!
After taking a few steps towards the young lass, she seemed to mirror his steps. Oddly colored violet eyes trained themselves his own. His queries were slowly building on top of the other, making a query pyramid. Then quickly dissolving into absolutely nothing. The Doctor was hesitant to ask a question. But what was the reason? He never had this feeling before, nor had he intended to.
"Who are you?" The girl finally asked, her accent heavy of one of the French. Funny, that he found himself in front of a presence of a French girl. This certainly reminded him of Madame de Pompadour.
He gave a friendly smile to the others no so cheery expression, " Hullo there, mademoiselle, I'm the Doctor!" He gestured to himself, then to her. " And you are, if I may?"
" Doctor…Who?"
"Exactly, mademoiselle!"
The young girl studied the gentlemen in front of her. A pinstriped suit; his hair lazily floating in the air while he held the kind eyes of her Master. He appeared to be a giant to her, like many, even Monsieur. Though, that was from only her perspective and hers alone. Yet, she was reluctant to answer.
"Ahh, what's wrong? Something I do?" His words sounded innocent enough.
This had perked the doll of death to return to reality, out of the state of wandering and into the state of high and alert. She shook her head, mind absent, expression dull as ever. Then- she gently shook her head, clearing her throat now. " I am Violette, the doll of death." Her voice was curt; she dipped into a curtsy, head rising after a moment or two of silence.
He was stunned, frozen, and unable to speak. She, Miss Violette, was the – 'doll of death'? That began to make everything (slightly) a bit more clear (perhaps- not at all, really), he wore a shocked expression, eyebrow raising in suspicion whereas his mouth had opened a gap and not moving for a second or two. He wanted to get straight to the point, of why he was he here, what he was here for, who was also in charge? Those thoughts spun around his head, a bit to much. " Would you, if it's okay tell me where we are exactly?"
It didn't take long to respond. " You are in the boundary of life and death, in our Master's home." She replied. " How did you get here, though, Monsieur Doctor? Enlighten me."
" We-ell, it's hard to elaborate on, you may find it bor-"
"Stop stalling, and answer me already. "
Well, someone had a bit of a mood on her. Looked like trouble was brewing through its doors. " Right, right.." He said, " From the beginning, or the end? Or maybe in the middle…"
" Stop stalling already, and tell why and how you appeared in Master's home, our home."
Whoever this – 'we' bit was, the Doctor would only think of the other was babbling about herself and her 'Master' ( apparently). There could be some other additional person, lurking in the shadows at this mere moment.
"My TARDIS had brought me here, perrrrrhaps mistaking this – " pause. " Your Master's home to a place called: the Library, filled with books of the past, present andddd future! "
" Your..Tardiz-?" The new words felt odd on her tongue.
"No, no, no! It's TARDIS, meaning, Time and Relative Dimensions in Space. It's a time machine and a space ship rolled into one. " A slight childish grin appeared on his features.
The doll of death held no amusement to the others cheeriness, perhaps- sister dear would fancy him more. Considering how much more chipper she always was. Huh. Violette remained silent for a moment or two, " And where did you leave your TAREDI-"
"It is TARDIS, T-A-R-D-I-S."
Okay, now the others childishness and obnoxiousness was beginning to bother her by some. Maybe Hortense wouldn't be able to deal with his cheekiness. "Anyway, Monsieur Doctor, would you happen to know where you left your.." She didn't want to be risked to be corrected again, to much of her annoyance. " ..Time and Space Machine..? It is rather a simple question to be asked. "
"Ahhh, well. I remember being by where many of the Greek mythology happened to be. That's all I recalled…Oh! And there was a stairwell too. "
Another silent nod came from the doll, eyes holding a dull stare. Hey, it was hard enough to just stay with him. She knew she had to be polite, hold in her emotions and be a lady too. " I believe I can assist you by showing your way ou-"
It was already too late when their heads both turned to hear a clicking of heels. A dress of many blues that might as well matched the Earth's usually clear sky, swaying from side to side.
"Bonjour!" The look-a-like girl to Violette had said, smiling all the while. " You must be Monsieur Doctor, oui?"
Before the Doctor could respond to the others out of the blue question, Violette seemed to beat him to asking. Was this perhaps a paradox? If so, then..they weren't supposed to even touch, or the whole time and universe would split! It wasn't as pretty the last time, the trouble with Rose. Ah, memories…
As he was beginning to recall those memories, he was snapped out of it. He received a - rather hard jab to the side from the violet girl, who looked rather irked by his rudeness. " Oh, oh, oh…? You were saying?" Since he didn't want the other to repeat, yet it seemed as if he wanted the other repeat whatever their question was.
"Monsieur has requested to see you, Monsieur Doctor..!"
" Ohh? Monsieur? And who may that be..?" A pause as he stared at the replicate of the other who wore the blue dress like sky, " But, answer this question of mine, mademoiselle- who are you?"
"Oh, moi, Monsieur?" she questioned, repeating the others words as she gestured to herself. She spun around on her heel, the whole 360 degrees, before facing him again. She dipped into a curtsy, a smile all the way of her face, never escaping. " I am Hortense, or Hortensia, Monsieur Doctor. The doll of morning, the light, happiness, Birth, the Sun and/or anything that is all good and shining!" She paused, and then gestured to Violette who continued to wear a pout on her face. " And, this is my twin sister, Violette. She didn't seem to introduce first fully, did she?"
" Pardon me, Monsieur. I had not. " A pause, " I am – Violette, doll of the evening, the darkness, despair, death, and the moon, ect cetera. "
Right, so- now the Doctor was even more confused than beforehand. The two before him were like polar opposites…No! More like opposites! Oh, look, the comparisons – the most descriptive, yet almost vague descriptions of themselves. Such as the ones that were listed, seemed almost mirroring what the other said but saying the exact opposite of them! Yes, very interesting! So– the ones they were listed in chronological order were: Morning and Evening, Light and Darkness, Happiness and Despair, finally - the Sun and the Moon Even the colors they were opposites. It reminded him of Yin and Yang, since this sort of thing happened to their sort of thing (if that made any sense at all).
After concluding, and analyzing that small thing about the two, the other smiled, " Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!" It was a wonderful idea, the Doctor had to concur. " Pardon myself then as well! I am the Doctor, it is quite the pleasure of meeting both of you." He then knitted his brow a bit. " Thoughh, Mademoiselle Hortense, you had mentioned your – Monsieur, earlier before?"
At sudden realization, the doll of life blinked and a small gasp came from her lips. " Oh, Monsieur! He wanted to meet you, Monsieur Doctor." Giggling, the girl turned on her heel, looking back at the other from looking over her shoulder. " I'll lead the way!"
While her sister seemed to be doing the talking, the violet doll decided to keep put and remain silent. That's what she had been telling herself anyway, since sister dear seemed to be controlling this conversation.
With a grin, the time lord nodded. " Alll-righty then!" he said, excitement clearly shown from his face. " Allons-y!" And thus, the trio went off into this unexplainable place.
Slighhttt edit to the story, if you've viewed it beforehand. Made it into two separate parts because it looked a bit wonky to me. Don't mind me though. ;u; and enjoy the story!