It was a library any bibliophile would envy.

Row after row, shelf after shelf, books lined each and every nook and cranny that one could fit. Organized by genre, some shelves the doll enjoyed dabbling in, and others she found herself slowly straying away from. It was, however, far from having the same shut in quality that a normal library of such a size had. The ceiling, the roof if you will, was made of what appeared a large, glass dome. Some days you could see only a few clouds floating by. Other days it would rain, or even snow. Sometimes the weather even became slightly nonsensical. Strawberries or even a few rose petals would rain down on the dome, and light up the whole library.

It all depended on who was there.

On this particular day, the skies were filled with large, grey nimbus clouds. It had been this way for the past one hundred and seventeen hours to be exact, but Fumiko had not noticed. As she could not tend to her library while unconscious and dreaming in her case, she had quite a bit of work to do before she felt it necessary to scout out her sisters and a medium for herself. While she had thanked the person who had winded her profusely, he didn't much seem medium material, and she further reasoned leaving him was alright because her library was so many years untended to.

Today, a Wednesday at about five in the morning if she could follow the old dial in the back of the room correctly, was the day she was due to clean out the Science Fiction section. Her artificial spirit, a lavender colored little one, floated around her nervously as she went into her sixth day of library management.

'How about taking a look outside, mistress?' the spirit, Bekanntheit, questioned nervously, although the doll seemed cheerful enough and quite healthy for a doll who hated venturing far from her N-Field.

Fumiko, who seemed to miss the point entirely, simply gazed up at the dome above and smiled slightly. "Cloudy again. I noticed, thank you."

'That isn't quite what I meant,' the spirit mumbled. 'I think it is time to make your presence known in the Alice Game this era.'

Fumiko looked surprised. "That time already? I was sure I had only been in here for about a week, maybe two…"

'You have,' the spirit confirmed, but quickly moved on. 'But that is nearly a week too long. Save the library cleaning for later, and polish your guns.'

"Have I wakened in the middle of it again?" Fumiko sighed softly, remembering that the last time she had woken up in the middle of the Alice Game, she'd had hell to pay from quite a few of her sisters, all claiming to have had some sort of message from their father. One she had, to her disappointment, not received, or remembered receiving.

'Not really,' the spirit chose it's next words carefully, knowing if it chose the right ones that the shut-in Fumiko might venture outside. 'But wouldn't you enjoy seeing Miss. Yuki-Koori again?'

Fumiko froze at the mention of her older sister, the eighth doll. "Is she awake, Bekanntheit?"

'Yes, and doing quite well,' the spirit went on nervously, knowing not a thing about the well-being of the eighth doll other than the fact she had found a medium somewhere in Japan. 'I'm sure she misses you terribly, mistress.'

Fumiko smiled thoughtfully. She hadn't seen Yuki-Koori in more than seventy years, but memories between the two maidens had held strong. She put down the book she had been holding back into the Science Fiction section, and brushed her hair so that she looked presentable when seeing her favorite sister again. Bekanntheit sighed, relieved that its mistress would finally be entering herself into the Alice Game.

"I can't wait to bring her in here," Fumiko prattled on as she ran across the library to the exit. "Do you remember? Last time I brought Yuki in here, she told me the library was really messy. And it was…but now it is almost completely organized! Although she'll probably just look for the picture books I keep; but I do keep them just for her. Are you listening?"

'I'm glad you're excited, mistress," Bekanntheit sputtered out after a moment. It had long ago stopped trying to convince Fumiko that the sister she cared for so dearly really would end up her enemy at some point, and instead encouraged their sisterly relationship, something that it knew made Fumiko happy. While Bekanntheit did not have many thoughts all its own, it knew that it would prefer seeing its mistress happy with her sisters than shutting herself into the library to further avoid playing the Alice Game as long as possible.

"It's something new, certainly," Fumiko admitted shyly, closing the door to the N-Field and eyeing the many others that she could see now.

Bekanntheit had succeeded.

"Um, Shinku, are we there yet?"

"For the seventh and last time, Yuki-Koori, we have no set destination until we find Sekihi. How on Earth do you expect me to know if we are 'there yet'?"

Shinku was sincerely beginning to regret bringing Yuki-Koori along with her in her search for the loner doll, Sekihi. Yuki-Koori had been unintentionally grinding on each and every nerve the doll had. More than once she had been tempted to drop her ladylike demeanor, shove Yuki-Koori into a random N-Field door, and leave her there. She sighed, trying to ignore her younger sister's tired, pouting expression. However much she wished she were able to express her distaste for having come in here before six in the morning as Yuki-Koori did, she knew she must make use of their time lest they become trapped in the N-Field without a medium. Briefly remembering the youngest doll, Fumiko, she wondered how she was able to stay in the N-Field for up to two weeks at a time without having to return home. Perhaps their father had given her the power to do so. The power of being the Rozen Maidens' professional shut-in, Yuki-Koori had joked once. Shinku almost envied Fumiko and her power, especially now that they were running out of time. Reaching into her dress pocket and pulling out her pocket watch, she noted they had about fifteen and a half minutes before they had to return home. Yuki-Koori glanced over her sister's shoulder, and although she could not read the time, she knew they were running out of it.

"I think we should just go home, Shinku," Yuki-Koori piped up after a moment. "I'm hungry."

"Perhaps you are right," Shinku sighed. "We don't seem to be getting anywhere, and it is almost time for breakfast."

As they turned around and prepared to head home, Yuki-Koori found herself face to face with a giddy looking, red-eyed doll hanging upside down off of a blue door.

"Found her," Yuki-Koori spoke up weakly.

"What?" the loner doll looked confused. "We were playing hide and seek?"

Shinku eyed the doll warily. "No, we were simply looking for you. I would like to speak to you."

Sekihi seemed as if she were struggling with her thoughts for a moment before she spoke. "Ah, I remember you. I fought with you once, Reiner Rubin. You were strong."

"It can't be helped," Shinku said dully. "I don't put up with such childish games. For such an old doll, you behave more appallingly than Hina-Ichigo, or even this one here."

Sekihi pouted. "What is this even about? Did you scout me out just so you could tell me off?"

"We scouted you out because you yanked Kanaria and me down to your N-Field yesterday," Yuki-Koori grouched, folding her arms across her chest for added effect. "I'm only here to ask what the hell that was for."

"The little second Rozen was at fault there," Sekihi shrugged. "Saying she was the strongest doll and all. It's definitely not true. I predict that large ego will be her downfall, you know that?"

"Leave the second doll out of this," Shinku spoke sharply. "Give us your real reasoning. We must be returning home soon."

"Really?" A devious smile curled around her lips, sending Yuki-Koori cowering behind Shinku. "Don't even time for a little fight? I can take on two, I really can. Don't worry."

Shinku glanced worriedly at her pocket watch, which was now hanging out of her dress pocket by the chain where she had dropped it in her haste. "We don't have time. Be on your way now, Sekihi."

"I'm not particularly fond of casual encounters," Sekihi said flatly. "Someone has to get hurt. Or perhaps die?"

Before Yuki-Koori could speak, Sekihi and Shinku had begun to fight, the sweet smell of burning roses leaving all three dolls intoxicated by the smell. Yuki-Koori jolted upward, using whatever adrenaline she hadn't already worn off after Sekihi appeared in front of her to jump into the fight, encasing the doll in an icy barrier after a placed sickle to the gut. Sekihi groaned loudly, but broke out of the icy chamber less than three seconds later, leaving Yuki-Koori shocked out of fighting momentarily. Shinku jumped in, cringing as her shield of red petals burned in front of her. Yuki-Koori had been right. Being able to manipulate such an element truly was frightening. Before she could think to draw it back, Sekihi was charging at Yuki-Koori, thick bladed knife in hand. Unable to see the doll over the smoke of her shield burning, she choked out for her sister to run.

The next two seconds passed extraordinarily slowly, and as the burning of her shield ceased and the smoke begun to clear, the sound of a gunshot and a crazed howl pierced her ears.

The last of the smoke disappeared, and the sight in front of her now was one to behold. Yuki-Koori was cowering on her back, Sekihi was grabbing her arm and howling in pain, and in front of them both stood the aloof ninth doll of the Rozen Maidens.

Fumiko was awake.

The ninth doll seemed angry, most likely due to the fact that a strange doll had held a knife to her favorite sister, but the look suddenly vanished as she turned around to face Shinku, who had gone unnoticed until now. Fumiko smiled warmly, which Shinku could not return. If anything, she was preparing for Sekihi to recover and start blasting fire in every direction known to man.

"It hurts," the doll hissed, but realizing that three maidens still stood around her, ignored the pain and stood up. "Alright, you, I'm not going to touch your precious sister. Shoot again and I'll really unleash Hell."

"I'd appreciate that," Fumiko drawled, smiling politely. "I am out of practice."

Sekihi simply smiled back, although slightly more sinister than the maiden she was receiving the hostile words from, and vanished. Shinku's eyes flew to her pocket watch, which showed that they had less than two minutes to return home now, and then to the ninth doll, who was edging toward the recovering Yuki-Koori with her arms out for a hug.

"We must be leaving. Hurry along, Fumiko, there is no time for a reunion now," Shinku spoke quickly, motioning the way out of the N-Field, which still smelled of burning roses where they stood. Fumiko quickly helped Yuki-Koori onto her feet as she sputtered something about life saving, and they exited the N-Field with only thirty seconds to spare.

"And then…you saved my life!"

"Um…I remember. Are you alright?"

"You saved it! You're…my hero!"

"Shinku, is she alright?"

"Have you tried slapping her yet? She seems delirious."

"Isn't that your job?"

"If I must."

The next thing Yuki-Koori was aware of was a dainty, pale hand striking her on the cheek. She looked around in shock, and noticed Shinku and Fumiko were sitting around her. They appeared to have ended up in some sort of park-like area a few miles out from the city in their haste to find the correct door. She sighed, relieved that Sekihi was nowhere to be seen, and leaned back into the pleasantly cool, dew-stained grass, closing her eyes.

"I was waiting for you to wake up, Fumi," Yuki-Koori yawned out after a moment. "Who wound you up?"

"I don't remember," Fumiko admitted. "I left before forming a contract."

Shinku frowned. "Why on Earth would you not form a contract with the one who wound you up, Fumiko?"

"I had library cleaning to do!" Fumiko sputtered out in a feeble attempt to defend herself. "Do you have any idea how difficult it is to maintain my beautiful library?"

Shinku raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. "No, but I do know how difficult it will become to fight without a medium."

"I suppose you have a point," Fumiko said quietly. "Who wound you two up, then?"

"Sakurada Jun," Shinku said simply, eyeing the rising sun over the tall, sky scraper resemblant buildings in the distance. "A middle school aged boy. Very noisy, but good human, I suppose."

Fumiko nodded, and then turned to Yuki-Koori, who looked to be deep in thought. "What about you, dear? Have you found a medium?"

Yuki-Koori nodded, smiling. "Her name is Takana Moriya. I spend more time with her little dolt of a brother, though."

Fumiko smiled back. "I see. In that case, would you mind bringing me in to meet them? I would love to meet Sakurada Jun, too."

Shinku stood up. "I must be returning home. I am very late for breakfast. I suppose you could come along, Fumiko."

"Food," Fumiko groaned out. "I would love to eat. I have hardly touched food since I woke up."

"Idiot," Yuki-Koori scolded lightly. "You've gotta come out of that library sometimes and eat."

"I know," Fumiko wailed. "But… my books needed organizing, you said so yourself!"

Yuki-Koori laughed, yanking Fumiko along behind Shinku as they returned back to the Sakurada household, all thoughts of sinister, red-eyed dolls behind them.

"But, Yuki-Koori, I'm scared!"

"But, Fumiko, MAKE A CONTRACT WITH HIM!"

"You're so mean…what do I do if he says no?"

This push and shove had been going on for nearly twenty minutes now, and it was frustrating Yuki-Koori to no end. Fumiko was a timid doll, although it didn't show too often around her sisters. More often this irrational shyness was shown towards the humans in their lives. And sometimes, Yuki-Koori wasn't able to force Fumiko to make a contract. It worried her, especially when they were apart. Yuki-Koori had wondered quite often when they were separated if Fumiko had pushed her shyness aside and found herself a medium, but now she had almost come to expect her lack of one in each era.

"Why would he say no?" Yuki-Koori grouched, yanking the unaware Takumi out of his bedroom and dragging him into the living room. "Takumi! Listen up!"

Takumi, who was still frozen in shock, could only nod.

"You couldn't say no to this face, could you?" Yuki-Koori smiled, walking over to the mortified Fumiko and grabbing her by the cheeks. "She's pretty cute! Minus the hair…do you own a hairbrush, Fumi?"

"I do…" Fumiko mumbled out through squished cheeks. "But I misplaced it in my library."

"Takumi could get you a new hairbrush!" Yuki-Koori piped up. "That is, if you make a contract."

Fumiko groaned quietly at her sister's obstinacy, right as she was. She did need to form a contract soon. As many eras as Fumiko had awoken in, she had noticed that in this era that already quite a few more of her sisters were awake than usual. According to Yuki-Koori, sisters one, two, five, six, and the both of them were already awake. Although most of the awakened sisters weren't hostile ones, she knew that could change in an instant. The maiden's mindsets were incredibly fragile, some more than others. One supposed word from Father could send a sister docile as Suiseiseki claiming that she was destined to defeat them all right that minute. Although Fumiko couldn't help but be slightly amused at the thought of Suiseiseki saying something like that, she knew it were possible. Stranger things had happened. That being said, Fumiko realized it was definitely the time to settle down somewhere and make a contract.

Because both Yuki-Koori and Fumiko had been a present to Rozen's niece, and lived there for so long, Fumiko often found herself settling down with Yuki-Koori in every era. They often shared a medium, which more often than not ended up badly for the both of them and their medium. And because of this, Fumiko often became reluctant to make a contract. With anyone.

But here was a different opportunity. While most of their mediums were the only child in the family—like Anja – or simply grown adults, in this household there were two young children. Did Fumiko want to take advantage of this and form a contract with Takumi? She felt now that it was her only option, especially since Yuki-Koori had her in some sort of death grip.

"Alright!" Fumiko squeaked out. "I'll make a contract with him!"

"I didn't really have a say in this, you know…" Takumi spoke up quietly, only to be silenced by Yuki-Koori's icy glare.

"You don't get a say, servant," Yuki-Koori spat in a weak impersonation of Shinku, but couldn't hold the cold mien for long. "Don't even act like you're against it, Takumi. You were jealous when Takana formed a contract with me, I remember!"

Fumiko frowned slightly, but Yuki-Koori only gently pushed her towards Takumi in response. As much as she wanted to run away, she knew it was far too late for that. As she held her dainty hand out towards the boy, the bronze ring she hadn't seen in so long appeared on her finger. Takumi hesitated slightly, remembering the pain Takana had been in when she had kissed the ring, but eventually gave in. He, after all, just had to be tougher than his sister. However, soon after he found that Takana had not been exaggerating. There was a severe burning running throughout his left ring finger, and he could feel all the energy he'd had after downing so much coffee slowly disappear. Fumiko, on the other hand, was on cloud nine. She had not made a contract in the past two eras, so long ago that she had almost forgotten how wonderful entering a contract with a human felt. All the energy she had used trying to clean out her library by herself was returning to her, if not even more. As the purplish light from both the newly formed ring and the old slowly disappeared, Takumi plopped onto the couch and promptly fell asleep.

"Told you," Yuki-Koori started, snickered softly. "You are a high maintenance doll."

Fumiko approached the couch, peering over at Takumi worriedly. "Will he be alright?"

"Sure he will," Yuki-Koori grinned wickedly, pulling Fumiko into another death grip. "D'aw! Fumigator's still a softie for the humans!"

Fumiko sighed, unable to protest much. "Yes, I suppose I am. And I detest that nickname, Yuki-Smoori."

"Oh, hush with your big words…" Yuki-Koori mumbled, slightly embarrassed. "At least Fumigator makes sense in some language."

"But I hate it," Fumiko whined. "I don't even kill most bugs, my shoes are too small!"

Yuki-Koori only laughed. "Man, I missed you!"

"I missed you too," Fumiko replied, smirking devilishly. "But now I'm not so sure, since you're still using that dreaded nickname…"

"You used mine, too," Yuki-Koori grumbled. "Hey, you still look about the same."

"Well, yes, I am a Rozen Maiden…" Fumiko shrugged. "Were you expecting me to look any different?"

Fumiko was a pretty doll, albeit not enough to achieve Alice-like perfection. Her short, platinum blonde locks hung wavy and unstyled in the back, and pulled into loose curls at the front. Her fringe was long and thick, almost touching her eyebrows. Her clothes, although dirtied from six days of library cleaning, were still in decent shape. She was wearing a deep purple, kimono dress, with intricately placed roses patterning it well and a black bow around the middle and matching black underskirt. And, the shoes that—apparently – could not kill bugs, were a pair of long, black boots that were tied up at the front, and around the side of her head rested a small, purple and white bow.

"You look…" Yuki-Koori struggled for a compliment. "You know what? Let's just bathe."

"That bad?" Fumiko laughed a little. "I didn't think my library could even gather so much dust and dirt, to be fair."

Yuki-Koori turned her head dramatically, even holding her nose. "Just go, Fumi! Yuck!"

"Fine!" Fumiko growled.

Yuki-Koori smiled triumphantly, leading the way into the bathroom. It was a nice bathroom, especially for one installed in a relatively small apartment. The bath was rather large, but Yuki-Koori reasoned that if they didn't fill the bath up all of the way then it would be alright. After undressing and settling into the warm water, it became painfully silent. Fumiko was too busy relishing in the feeling the warm water brought, while Yuki-Koori was off at the other side of the tub, playing with what appeared to be a toy boat. Eventually, Fumiko couldn't hold back her laughter at what Yuki-Koori thought a boat should sound like, and that was the end of all quiet between the two.

"What!?" Yuki-Koori sputtered out. "Isn't that what a boat sounds like?"

Now Fumiko was doubled over with laughter. Yuki-Koori, who was confused as could be, could only stare at her younger sister in shock. Fumiko was eventually able to control herself, even adding a few coughs to cover up the remainder of the giggles.

"More like a train!" Fumiko shook her head lightly as she pointed this out.

"I was close enough," Yuki-Koori huffed, turning her head to hide the side to hide her embarrassment.

"Yes, very," Fumiko yawned, grabbing at a towel hanging on the rack beside them. "Say, do our mediums keep extra clothes in this house? We do need to wash our clothing, after all."

"Sure," Yuki-Koori said, remembering the large door where Takana kept all of her clothing at. "But they're all a little big."

"It'll have to do," Fumiko finalized, walking the past the snoring Takumi and into Takana's currently vacant room. Yuki-Koori threw open the double doors leading to Takana's closet, eyeing the many clothes that lay before them. Most of them, as Yuki-Koori said, were far too big for them. But Fumiko, ever the quick thinker, called on Bekanntheit, who soon appeared in front of them.

"Hey, long time no see," Yuki-Koori smiled at the lavender colored spirit, who shone brightly in response. "What's Bek going to do, Fumiko?"

"He could shrink the clothes for us for a little while," Fumiko smiled, throwing one of Takana's white sundresses at Yuki-Koori, knowing she'd appreciate being able to wear her favorite color. She herself simply grabbed one of Takana's T-Shirts and a purple skirt, pulling her slightly damp bloomers on under it. After Bekanntheit did its job, Yuki-Koori and Fumiko found themselves feeling extremely lethargic. Moving over to Takana's bed, the two decided now was the time to catch up, alone.

"Bekanntheit informed me the Alice Game is to begin very soon," Fumiko started off quietly. "Do you think he's right, Yuki? Honestly, I don't think I can fight much longer."

"Hm?" Yuki-Koori glanced over at her sister, slightly surprised. "Can't fight anymore? Why?"

"I'm tired of fighting," Fumiko sighed softly, pushing her arms around the back of her head, which was deep into Takana's pillow. "Aren't you, Yuki?"

"I think we all are," Yuki-Koori eyed her sister oddly. "What's with the attitude? I don't remember you being so upset over the Alice Game in the past."

Fumiko shook her head. "No, I'm alright. I was just thinking earlier, and my thoughts cannot help but stray to the Alice Game once in a while. You understand, don't you?"

Yuki-Koori laughed a little in a meager attempt to lighten the mood. "Well, yeah, but how about thinking about all those books in your library instead? You did save the picture books for me, right?"

Fumiko smiled. "I did. I think there just might be a few more, too."

"That's good," Yuki-Koori yawned, nuzzling into Takana's pillow, next to Fumiko. "Damn, Sekihi took all the energy right out of me."

"I see," Fumiko laughed. "Should I get our cases?"

Yuki-Koori frowned a little, remembering the dreams she'd been having lately. "I'd rather sleep here. Our dear sister Souseiseki has been the star of my nightmares since I was wound this era."

Fumiko remembered Souseiseki well, albeit mostly due to the fact that they had always been on such poor terms. Although the initial decision to fight the Alice Game together had come from Fumiko herself, she couldn't help but notice that Yuki-Koori's unpredictable mouth had landed her in an even more tense state with the fourth doll.

Her mind, which was slowly flipping back into redolent mode after finally leaving her library and engaging in some form of social interaction, was now filled with thoughts of her last fight with the fourth doll. Although she wondered mildly if she were awake, part of her hoped that she did not wake up this era. Even if they were to mend their relationship, she knew her artificial spirit was usually correct when it predicted Alice Game fighting. Did that mean Souseiseki really was awake? Or Suiseiseki, as well? That would mean only the seventh doll was due for awakening. Even through her tired mind, Fumiko knew she had never come in contact with the seventh doll. But, for all of their sakes, she hoped this mysterious sister was lacking hostility.

Finally realizing she had never answered to Yuki-Koori, she looked over at her, preparing to apologize. However, Yuki-Koori had fallen deeply asleep, even snoring lightly.

"Sleep well," Fumiko murmured, pulling the heavy quilted blanket over her sleeping sister and attempting to join her, ignoring the memories of the sound of gardener's shears against a loaded flintlock rifle.

Sekihi was in pain.

She had never come so close to death before. But, in just a fraction of a moment, with both Shinku and Yuki-Koori right in the palm of her hand, the doll in purple had come out of nowhere with a loaded rifle and shot her in the arm. Although it had not killed her, she could not take the pain in her arm for a whole lot longer. Sighing, she perched herself onto a white N-Field door nearby and began rubbing her arm silently, even though her thoughts were racing. And very, very homicidal.

She had many times before come in contact with the dolls of Rozen Maiden. They were well-known in the world of living dolls; albeit very few were able to survive encounters with the Maidens, who were far advanced by any standards for living dolls. Sekihi considered herself a strong doll. Not only could she take on a Rozen Maiden, she had taken on three, one of which was arguably the strongest. But what was she now? She had suffered a serious injury from the last of the Maidens. Was she still strong?

"Yes," Sekihi murmured, bottom lip trembling slightly. "I am a strong doll. I was just caught off guard, that's all."

Now able to ignore the pain in her arm long enough to look around, she noted the door seemed slightly different that it had moments ago. The door was still white, but something seemed off about it. Now, it seemed, there were thorny rose vines growing slowly from the bottom to where she sat. Had they been there before? Sekihi was only able to ponder this for a moment as they approached closer to her limbs, which were now trembling slightly as she lost her balance.

"Don't worry," a small voice giggled, apparently from inside the door. "I'll catch you, see?"

"Like hell you will; not with those thorny vines!" Sekihi yelped, losing her balance even further. But her plea was ignored, and before she knew it the sharp vines were wrapped around her waist, preventing her from falling into the strange and abyss-esque darkness below. Contorting in pain seemed to do her no good, as the vines only wrapped around her further until she could no longer move.

She couldn't quite remember how long she attempted to break free, but eventually she was placed down on a grassy looking area, with the potent smell of white roses filling her nostrils. Opening her eyes slowly, she was able to see what appeared to be another doll smiling down at her. Her hair was long, curled, and white with the slightest tinge of pink. Two of the longer strands were pulled on top of her and pined up with two roses. Her dress was short, frilly, and bell shaped. It almost looked like… a rose. The doll looked exactly like what was surrounding her: a bunch of white roses. But what stuck out the most was the fact that she seemed to be missing a proper left eye to go with her yellow, catlike right. In its place was yet another rose. The rose motif was really starting to wear on Sekihi's nerves, especially now that she realized she had come in contact with yet another doll of Rozen Maiden. And worse, another unfamiliar doll of Rozen Maiden.

"Poor thing," the new doll giggled. "You are very popular today, are you not?"

Sekihi groaned, still dizzy from the new injuries made on her waist. "I…hate you Rozen Maidens. All of you."

Kirakishou only smirked. "What a bold statement, coming from such a weak little doll…"

Sekihi, who seemed to regain all her energy from that one insult, stood up and pressed her hands into the dolls shoulders. "I will never be a weak doll. But since you're so unsure, I'd love to prove this to you. How about it, Weiss Rosen?"

Kirakishou grinned eagerly, as if such an opportunity pleased her to no end. "Ah, even a formal invitation…how polite you are. You remind me of my sisters, despise them as you may."

Sekihi bit her lips as they unconsciously moved into a twisted smile. However, Kirakishou could only laugh as their fight began.

She had found a match, even if she was not a superior doll.

A delightfully insane match.

A match made in Hell.

A/N: Well, as you might have noticed, I am not following the anime plot as much. Meaning, I will not be introducing Enju or Barasuishou. Don't get me wrong, I love Barasuishou, but Barasuishou is a better plot point than a character, considering she was basically used to wrap up the anime quicker than Kirakishou would have. And I like Kirakishou and her backstory a bit better, honestly.