So precious and so delicate at the same time. She was the only important thing in his life right now. If anything happened to her, he wouldn't know what to do. No one could touch her, not even he did, he would most likely shatter her porcelain frame. The only thing he could do was gaze at her beauty.

She was so pristine and untouched. She was perfect in everyway as her black hair cascaded past her shoulders to her lower back. Kyo couldn't help but gaze into her eyes. Those dark orbs would forever haunt him. He didn't care though. She was the only one who kept him company since he was all alone. It was like she was the only one who could accept him for who he was. A horrible, ugy beast the everyone feared and hated.

So many people called him names and cursed him. He hated being called horrible things because he really wasn't. He was a normal man with a few close friends he held dear to his heart. After that damned witch cast this curse on him, he lost everything. He lost his home, his friends and his whole life. The only thing he managed to salvage from his destroyed home was the little porcelain doll among the fire.

He had named her Kiyumi. She was Kyo's only friend and he thought of her as his lover. He imagined her as his wife. She was there for him and gave him support, even if she was a doll. Kyo prayed for her to be real. To him, she wasn't a doll. She had to be real. No doll could hold this much beauty as she did.

Kyo carefully nuzzled her with his nose and curled around her slightly. He looked at her with glassy, saddened eyes. He hated this so much. He wanted his true form back. He wanted his Kiyumi alive. God hated him and knew he was laughing at the poor man right now. Kyo closed his eyes, wanting to cry but he couldn't. He couldn't show any weakness at all. He looked at Kiyumi one last time before he closed his eyes to sleep.