Chapter 1

Shinku, Meet the Window.

By Mewlucia

" Make me tea, Akina."

" Get it yourself."

" A servant should not speak to its master in such a way."

". . .you smack me with one of your pigtails again and we'll see how far I can chuck you out the window."

The petite Aryan doll stood gawking as Akina brushed her off with the turn of her head. Shinku, more rudely known as wailing bitch by Akina, was short of words at the attitude her current medium had so ruthlessly asserted. Her small body frame slightly trembled from anger and the golden arch of her eyebrows snuck a scowl onto her face.

" Such disobedience is unsightly."

" I say 'no' and yet you go on and on and on. . . ."

" You are a very ill mannered little girl."

". . .and on and on and on and on. . ."

In an instance Shinku whipped her golden hair and struck Akina on the cheek. The skin began to flare a bright red despite the calm and unperturbed demeanor Akina withheld. Slowly she turned to her white stained wooden drawer and slipped out blazing red scissors of large stature. Shinku fallowed her every movement in confusion, still intent on obtaining her tea through whatever means necessary. Akina turned to her, indigo eyes blank though with a twinge of raw irritation. Shinku subconsciously took a small step back, unsure of what her mediums intentions were.

" Come here." Akina gestured slightly with the flick of her wrist. Shinku's face hardened as she shook her head.

" And what exactly do you plan to do?"

Akina lips drew into a bright smile.

" Repunzle, repunzle let down you golden hair, so I may CHOP it all off!" Akina snipped the air with the silver sheers.

" Your threats mean nothing to me. You are a mere human."

Akina stood up, her tall 5 foot 5 frame towered over Shinku's two feet and a half. She picked Shinku up swiftly and as promised. . .Shinku was chucked out the window.

Shinku fortunately was caught by the leafy bush's beneath Akina's apartment window. Shocked by what had just happened, she rested in the hammock of leaves beneath her.

Did a 12 year old just throw me out the window? she pondered in her racing thoughts. Her medium, Akina, was much more territorial and dominant than Jun and definitely not submissive to the least bit as her last mediums had all been. Shinku's eyes downcast as she stared at the pendant Jun had so lovingly given her. Jun. Where was her now? Alive, thinking about her yet? Or. . . Dead? Shinku shook her head, scattering the thoughts away. She missed him dearly, but this was not the time to beat her self over what had happened. Crawling out of the bushes and patting away the various twigs and dirt on her dress, Shinku proceeded to march up to the 21st floor of where her medium resided. The little girl was going to be a tough nut to crack but Shinku was determined.

Akina was stubborn? Well, Shinku could be just as stubborn as she.

A/N: Sorry it's so short, it was a spur of the moment idea. Might be updated, it might not. I don't know yet. Hope you enjoyed and please review!