Doll
"It's lovely," she said quietly. Wrapping her fingers mindfully around the figure of the doll, she lifted it far above the torn wrapping paper, and gave her older brother a meek thank-you. Embracing the doll once more, she murmured, "But you really shouldn't have."
"Since when had I not bought you a present for Christmas?" he asked while embracing her. "Nothing is a 'I shouldn't have' when it comes to my favourite sister."
Bakura ruffled his sister's hair affectionately, and undid her pigtails. Strands of her silvery-blonde hair fell over her shoulders, and Amane brushed the locks off unconsciously. "I'm your only sister…" she drawled in a dull voice, and Bakura could only laugh at her expression.
"Even if I had a million other sisters, you'll still be my favourite," he assured her, and then acquired a hair clip from the nightstand next to her. Adjusting her hair so that he could slide the clip in, he grinned. "And you'll still be the prettiest of them all."
Giving her a little peck on the forehead, he left her to rest, but not before wishing her a happy Christmas. Amane waited for him to leave the room before opening his card, and could not help but smile. It read:
Merry Christmas, dear Amane-chan! I really hope that you like the doll. It was the only doll that I thought was nearly as pretty as my dear little sister. Dad approved of it before he left for his dig, so it's a gift from the both of us. Much love, and I hope you get well soon.
With much love,
Ryou
With a soft giggle, she embraced the doll. Setting it on her nightstand, she reminded the doll that she was the prettier one. The doll didn't respond, strands of its light hair slid from its hairstyle, and its green lifeless eyes stared back at her. Smugly, she slipped back under her blanket, and bid her doll goodnight.
Amane drifted into a dreamless sleep, happy that she wasn't alone—and she will never be, because her brother would always be with her.
The End
I do not own anything used in this story, and I definitely wish it could have been a little better. It wasn't inspired by anything in particular, and is dedicated to the spirit of Christmas. That's the reason why it's not one of my typical works about heartbreak, death, darkness, sin, and whatnot.
Constructive criticism and flames are more then welcome. I, personally, love constructive criticism but will raise an eyebrow if you just criticize without telling me areas where I can improve on. Reviews make me happy, so if you have a moment or two…
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