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Enma peered inside Stein's window. It seemed to be a very small house, with peeling walls, and rats scampering all around the place. She clutched the bag of candy she would give him.

RATSRATSRATSRATSRATSRATSRATS

Enma scratched at her head, trying to clear the cat like thoughts. I traded 7 lives to be a human. Now act like one.

BUT THEY LOOK SOOOO TASTY... JUST ONE...JUST ONE...

She quickly opened the window, and slipped inside, all in one fluid motion. That boy, Stein, seemed to be ver kind. He had picked up all her groceries for her, and even bought her some snacks. But it was that moment, when he picked the flower, and when he offered her a hand, that reminded her of her master.

She had always been very sad. She wasn't even a real cat, but a ball jointed doll that had been given cat ears and tail by some otaku guy who wasn't satisfied with a NORMAL doll. She, of course, felt ridiculed. I'm not a human, I'm not a cat. I'm a doll with cat ears. Yay. She was also achingly lonely. She would will her porcelain arms to move, her legs to start moving. But she would only move in the hands of others.

Her kind master, with his smiling eyes and face. He would lovingly pat her head, as if she were a real person. He would tell her every day that she was a special doll. And he loved the ocean, where yellow flowers grew. He would pick the ones that fell, and place them in her hair, between her plastic cat ears. He would call her this name, Jessica. She didn't know who this Jessica was.

But one day, her master didn't come to brush her hair, or to play the piano for her. He was a young man, only 23 years old. She remembered that he would sometimes come home looking very depressed. I wish I could move. I wish I could comfort him. I wish...

There were two sections of the house. One was her master's room, and one was hers. But there was a door that separated them. And she wished with all her might. I WISH I CAN BECOME A HUMAN.

And the clown appeared. He always sprung out of a box when you opened it. Enma and all of the other dolls avoided him, as he was always said mean things to them, and he would always tease Enma's plastic ears and tail. I hate him.

He came, swinging as always. With his stupid smiling face, he said "Would you like me to grant your wish?"

Enma gave up 7 of her lives, as apparently, cats had 9 lives. Then, she woke up in her frilly dress, but she was on the floor, not on her shelf with the other porcelain dolls. She looked at her arms. They were soft. She touched her face, it was warm. She slowly got up, and turned the doorknob. She saw her beloved master, and he was floating in midair. And there was a rope. And no matter how many times she called out to him, he wouldn't open his eyes. The clown was next to her, laughing, as always.

HE'S DEAD HE'S DEAD HE'S DEAD HE'S DEAD AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHA

Her eyes widened, and the pupils got smaller, " STOP LYING! MASTER WOULDN'T JUST KILL HIMSELF AND LEAVE ME HERE! HE TOLD ME HE WOULD TAKE ME TO SEE THE OCEAN! HE'S NOT DEAD ! SHUT UP! WE'RE GOING TO PICK FLOWERS TOMORROW, TOO!

And the clown laughed and laughed and laughed. It was only after Enma picked him up and hurled it at the wall that he stopped laughing. But his smile was still on his face.

And in the present, in Stein's house, the doll started to feel tears running down her face. She folded her legs ,and curled into a ball, which she always saw a girl on the T.V do. Enma, through her tears, said to herself "And he was always smiling, too... Why did he have to die? I hate him too. I hate him for leaving me. Why? I won't forgive him. I won't."

And as always, Enma couldn't stop the tears from falling. She never cried very much, but when she did, she cried rivers. Suddenly, she could feel a cold hand on her shoulder, and she spun around angrily, ashamed to show vulnerability to this boy who reminded her of her master.

But his eyes were so gentle. Even though he acted tough, and even though he was quiet. He was so kind. He made her some delicious food, and waited for her story. He wasn't even really angry that she snuck in his house. As she handed him the candy bag, she vowed that this time, she would be here for him. She would be here for her "master". She won't cry, ever again. And she would find her reincarnated master. And she would also be there for this boy.