Well hewo everyone, gomen about not updating anything i just havent got the time to get round to doing it, gomen nasai, well anyways this story is about a dream i had a few nights ago.

A doll who fell in love with his master was soon placed into a glass case, few years later he awakes to find that his master has another doll, whom he pays more attemtion to, that makes the doll upset and the doll leaves in search of someone to mend his plastic heart.

Enjoy!!

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The small, thin body continues to sit in the piles of rubbish, the rain continues to slap harshly upon his face, he continues to cry, his tears spilling from his dull pink orbs. His body shakes with emotion and from the icey cold wind attacking him. His long pink locks lash out at the rain and wind, trying angryly to sheild him from the weather, his locks curled around his naked body protecting him, but just bearly as soon the small males body faultered. His eyes closing, breath stopping and heart freezing. Was this the end for him, no, it shouldn't be, it can't be, for his story has only just begun...

His fists banging rapidly against the glass, his throat raw from screaming, his eyes red from crying. Why was this happing to him? Why is he in so much pain? Why does he scream so? All these questions you ask, he asks too.

"Hello, excuse me..."
Slowly the pink orbs opened, a blury figure within his view. "Oh, thank god your ok, you gave me quite a scare!" As the figure finally came into view the pink haired and pink eyed boy saw the figure as a tall well built male with light blue hair and eyes, the tall male smiled gently down at him. "My names Hashiba Sora, whats your name if you dont mind me asking?" The pink haired boy looked slowly up at Hashiba then down at his body, an overly large blue shirt was draped over him. "When I found you, you weren't wearing anything, I don't have any clothes that could really fit you but ill go shopping tomorrow if thats ok?" The pink orbs looked back up at Hashiba and he crocked gently "Fujimori Sunao..." Hashiba smiled softly and walked over to the smaller pale boy and sat down next to him. "Its nice to meet you Fujimori Sunao-San." Fujimori stared up at the male and his lips twitched slightly in a small smile. For Hashiba that small smile was enough to show him that Fujimori would soon open up to him. "Fujimori Sunao-San, would you like to sleep for a few more hours? You look a little tired.." Fujimori looked up at Hashiba and nodded gently "Yes, Thank you." Hashiba stood from the bed and as Fujimori laid down Hashiba place the blanket across his body and turned to leave the room. "Goodnight Fujimori Sunao-San!"
"Night Hashiba Sora-San, and call me Fujimori please..." Hashiba smiled "Ok.." And walked away shutting the door behind him.

Fujimori smiled slightly and turned over, his body facing the wall, he knew what he had to do but wasn't sure if he could go through the pain and torture again. But he knew he could mend his very own plastic heart!

Well there you go the first chapter it didnt take long to figure out since this story and plot came from a dream i had a little while ago but i hope you enjoy it as much i did dreaming it.

Quiz Time
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