Those eyes; mystifying orbs speckled with brilliant hues of golden light peered through a glistening mass of snow-white hair. Kagome let her mouth drop open, her gaze too transfixed. It was a doll! A doll! Wait... a doll?
Indeed, the object that had left our poor teenager in an odd stupor was in fact a doll. A porcelain figurine about a foot long in length lay lifelessly against the velvet lining of the inside of the box. The doll's golden-colored eyes stared out into nothingness. Kagome outstretched a finger, stroking the smooth porcelain of the doll's face.
"Wow, for a doll," she muttered. "It's really pretty." The doll was rather a rare beauty to behold. Kagome lifted her hand, quarreling with herself. Should she pick it up? What would happen if she did? Would something jump out at her, or would some strange curse etch into her skin, or – Kagome shook her head; she was being ridiculous. After a moments worth of though, she finally concluded that it would be a shame to keep such a beautiful object encased inside the lonely confines of an empty box, and with that in mind, Kagome lifted the doll from its resting place.
The doll's neatly combed hair fell like a raging torrent, white and silver strands glistening and sparkling like strings of diamonds. Ita orbs of golden yellow shone with a serene ferocity as she scanned her eyes across the doll.
Its clothes were simple enough; it donned only a plain white yukata, but the stitching of the simple garment was truly remarkable. She would have expected the doll's clothes to be messily and crudely woven, like the dolls she used to get from the 99 yen store, but apparently her assumptions were proven wrong. The yukata seemed to be woven from pure silk, its smooth texture sliding under the pads of her fingers. She was still marveling at the white paleness of its porcelain skin. It matched perfectly against the animosity of its eyes.
"But those weird markings," she trailed off. She rubbed an index finger gently along both cheeks of the doll, running down the magenta stripes carefully painted atop its fragile face. Her smile widened as she traced a circle around the moon pattern etched directly into the center of the doll's forehead. "Wow, he even has eye shadow too! This is a boy, right?" She wasn't really sure about the gender of the doll, but she came to the conclusion that it was a guy, for she couldn't identify the two familiar round lumps that usually associated with females.
Kagome let a happy smile spread across her lips as she closed the lid of the box and propped it onto the desk in her room. Still holding the doll within her grasp, she then set it down leaning next to the box and went back to her bed.
A fresh wave of goosebumps settled itself over her skin, making her give out a brief shudder. She glimpsed the doll from the corner of her eye. Seriously, the doll was beautiful and what not, but truly creepy. Its intense golden orbs pierced her body like daggers, as if it knew a deadly secret and was threatening to torment her with hauntingly freakish stares for all the years to come.
A brief flash of white light washed through her room. She immediately turned her gaze back towards the doll, and caught a faint glimpse of light coming from within the its eyes. She shivered and rubbed her forearm.
"Freaky," she mumbled. Deciding not to dwindle on the matter any further, she walked over towards her closet and slid open the wooden doors. She yanked out an over sized white T-shirt that fell down past her knees. When it came to pajamas, Kagome really didn't care about matching sets or cute-looking fashion ensembles – she liked her pajamas plain, simple and spacey. She closed the closet doors and went back to her bed where she sat at the edge and placed the T-shirt on her lap. She suddenly halted and swiped her gaze over to the doll. Nothing had changed; it was still sitting there, silvery locks of white hair splattered all about the wooden desk.
'I am not gonna' change in here,' she thought quickly. She knew that it was just a doll, an inanimate object with no soul or basic motor skills, yet she couldn't help but feel differently. Warning bells were going off in her head, and if she cared to actually listen to them, she would have spared herself a great deal of future stress.
She clutched her T-shirt and trotted off across the room, going through her bedroom door and out into the hallway.
'Seriously, that doll...' she thought, swinging the T-shirt in her right arm back and forth while walking. 'That doll freaks me out. It just stares, I mean, of course it'll stare, but it just looks so creepy. And what's with that white light? Did it come from his eyes or something?' She shook her head and decided to leave the thought alone as she headed towards the bathroom door to change into her pajamas.
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"Did you give it to her?"
Ruby red eyes flickered forth, a mischievous glint sparking like a flame from within its depths.
"Yes, I have," a languid voice answered as a small sigh escaped.
"You did not give her your true name, did you?"
The red eyes flickered for a second, a shadow of ebony darkness swishing to and fro as the owner of the eyes paced fervently.
"I wish you wouldn't deem me a common fool," the silky voice snarled. "Of course I didn't give her my real name, I gave her a counterfeit."
"You were not supposed to even give her a name." A bright glow of pink light burst forth, swirling in a mass of cloudy magenta, pulsing with a wretched vengeance.
"My dear, you don't know how this world works anymore," the voice sighed once again. "If you simply disregard contact information, especially when working in a business environment, chaos is bound to happen – I don't need press coverage you know. You've been dead for many a century and I understand that you're not familiar with this era's customs or common sense, but I suggest you keep your mouth shut. I have better knowledge on how the humans of today work, that's why I'm helping you."
Nothing answered after that, even the swirling mass of pink flickered out into oblivion. The silky voice gave out a sardonic chuckle.
"Oh, my dear. She looks just like you."
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"Thanks Mom!"
Kagome's voice echoed about the house as the young teenager rinsed her plate in the sink and placed it gently into the racks of the dishwasher.
"I'm glad you enjoyed the food honey," her mother smiled and started clearing the silverware off the table. A small black head popped itself from around the kitchen wall, skipping forth and placing its arms around his mother's waist.
"Can we have pizza tomorrow?!" the voice squeaked loudly, excitement clearly evident in his voice. Kagome's mother frowned slightly and patted the raven hair of her little boy.
"Pizza?" she questioned. "I don't know, we'll see." The boy's brown eyes sunk in, a frown replacing his jubilant smile.
"Aww, but mom. Tomorrow's Friday!" he explained, waving his hands in the air. "Friday is always pizza day, I mean...it's like...tradition." A hand clamped itself atop his head and gave a firm shaking.
"Sota, stop bugging her and go play your video games," Kagome commanded, giving him a curt glare. The boy let out a small whimper as he unwrapped his arms from around his mother and trotted back into the living room.
"Alright Mom," Kagome said, giving her mother a chaste peck on the cheek. "I'm gonna' head up for the night." Kagome smoothed out the wrinkles from her oversized sleeping shirt and headed for the stairs leading towards her bedroom. She had gone down to dinner after she had changed into her pajamas and now she had some homework to do. Kagome made her way down the narrow hallway leading towards her room. As soon as she turned the corner to her room she halted.
Kagome let out a loud gasp. She almost stepped on the doll! Wait...
How exactly did the doll get in front of the door in the first place? Last time she checked, it was sitting next to that box on the desk. She stared down at the doll, its face facing towards her. His hair was stretched out about him, like a vein-like spider web littered with fresh droplets of morning due. At least it didn't have a freakish smile, like all those other haunted dolls in all those B-rated horror movies. She probably would have trashed it as soon as she saw a garbage can if it did have a wicked smile. But then, there's the question: how in the world did it get down from the desk? The desk stood was at least four feet high from the ground; if it had fallen then it would be on the floor next to the desk. Instead, it was all the way over here by the door. Perhaps it was trying to escape?
Kagome shivered. She did not want to think about the possibility of her doll moving and talking. That would be pretty creepy, considering all the horror films she had seen over the past 16 years of her life.
Kagome bent down and scooped the doll into her arms, heading towards the desk and placing it gently next to the box again. She really should be doing her homework (she had totally procrastinated), but she decided against it. She was too tired to do it anyway, and plus, it wasn't like her homework assignment was fairly hard.
'I'll do it in the morning at breakfast,' she thought. She stretched her arms, her mouth giving out a large yawn. She glanced at her black, digital clock that hung by her pink bulletin board. 10:34.
"Boy, we had dinner fairly late tonight," she mumbled to herself. "Grrrr...school. Thank god it's Friday tomorrow." Kagome crawled onto her bed, shuffling her pink blankets so that they lay loose and scattered across her bed. She climbed in, bringing them back up across her chest as she scooted her hand towards the bedside lamp sitting on her tiny drawer. Before she shut if off though, she shot a brief glance over at the doll. She shivered madly.
She could have sworn she saw it smile.
