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Note:
This is a start to a series type thing. I sorta abandoned my Rinoa's Secret series for a while. Oh well. I think this is going to be much better. It's about everyone's favorite shin-kicking albino posse member, Fu. And why she is the way she is and up to the present. I never seen this idea made for Fujin before, so it's different. It is a little Seifer/Fujin, but it's not the point of the story. Fujin, herself, is. Even the most extreme Queifer fans can like this. Not that you'd intentionally not read a fanfic because Quistis and Seifer weren't fondling each other in it, eh? Enjoy!


A Porcelain Doll
by ChaosGirl


" Fujin!" a delicate woman called to her young daughter. The four-year-old hopped down the staircase into the dining room where her mother waited patiently, sipping an afternoon tea.

" What Mommy?" the pale child answered.

" You left your doll outside," the mother turned her gaze back to her drink.

" I did? But I didn't go outside today," Fujin wondered, a little baffled.

The woman set down her cup lightly. " I don't know how it got out here, but could you go and take care of it?"

" But, Daddy told me to stay inside when the sun was big, while he was away," the child softly protested.

" Fujin dear, you know you're supposed to keep your toys picked up. It's ill-mannered to present yourself as a dirty slob. Now, be a sweetheart and do what your mother says."

She knew there would be no luck in arguing with her mother. Fujin bounced out the back door and wandered in search for her favorite childhood possession. It's long curly blonde hair and it's wide sapphire eyes, surrounded by fair skin and an elaborately decorated pearly dress. It was everything her aristocratic mother wished Fujin would be. Just like her.

She found the frail doll, sitting bleak under an oak tree in the front yard. Fujin looked up at the tall walls that fenced her world. Being well-to-do was secluding.

There was a small click from behind, but it didn't seem significant at the moment. Her mother smiled grimly at her through the dining room window.

It occurred to her not to stay outside too long. Her father constantly told her that she had to be careful of the sun. And UV rays, whatever they were. Despite the sophiscated science babbling, she was a daddy's girl at heart. Since he had an important scientific venture, the weekend would have to been spent with her detached mother.

She picked up her doll, her own daughter, and approached the door. The knob refused to turn.

" Mommy?" Fujin called up the dining room window. "Mommy?"

" Mommy, open the door," she pushed the door, as if it would budge.
Her mother continued to sip her tea and read the newspaper, not oblivious to her daughter's dilemma.

She could feel the sun tickle her skin. It would sting soon.

"Mom!" she began to pound on the door, trying to get attention.

No response. None that she could see.

The 4 year old felt fear creeping up on her. She was exposed.

Being so young, she still held on to the belief that her mother cared, so she continued to tug at the door nearly hopelessly.

Her face started to feel quite warm.

" Open the door! Please?". Her eyes became watery.

" Mommy! Save me! Let me in!" Fujin beat on the door.

Her mother glanced out the window, and grinned broadly.

" Mommy!" she shrieked. " Mommy!"

But the woman didn't come to her rescue. She never would.

Minutes passed on, and her pleas were still futile. Fujin retreated to the shade of the oak tree and stared at the door wretchedly.