"I have no one in mind… yet" he tapped his chin, while his novelist of a sibling shook his head.
The blond who sat by the table looked at them, his eyes searching and scanning but more on taking his time with Yuki. Yuki pretended not to have notice, there was something about the way the man was looking at him that he didn't like at all. He took two steps over his wondering brother, and gave him a hit behind the head of the head with his hand.
"Hurry up; you do realize it's late"
This unbalanced the boy for quite a while, making him go forward but he kept his momentum.
"You don't have to hit me on the head, aniki!" Tatsuha rubbed the spot, it didn't hurt at all but it was something out of the habit already.
Sensing another bout of useless angry words, Seguchi stood up with a ready smile already on his face and plan in his head.
"Well, if the man with the raven hair cannot decide who he wants" he declared from his place, while the two looked at him. "Maybe I'll let you bring this special doll, his owner couldn't bear taking him. Such a pity though because he was one of the most beautiful things we have produced here"
There was something about the proposal that Yuki didn't like but Tatsuha was more than happy to hear the news, "Cool! I want to see that doll!"
It was that smirk that Tatsuha didn't see, but his older brother saw it.
However, he bit his tongue because for reasons he can't fandom, he wants to see this special doll too.
"Well, with that agreed upon" Seguchi rubbed his two gloved hands together, "He's just waiting in the other room; I'll call Mika to help us"
(SPACE HERE)
It could've been morgue, it almost looked like one. The room was unbearably white; no sign of stain on any wall as they descended down the stairs. Leading them was the lady Tohma referred to as Mika before. She was not a beautiful woman, for the simple reason that she is a beautiful doll- a small tidbit the man told them upon the doll's entrance.
Yes, of course, to all those who see her, they will all say she is beautiful. But it was a beauty that is never appreciated for too long. She was made to be like all human girls, her beauty was just like that of a normal human girl.
Long chocolate strands cascaded behind her, her lips a full luscious red and a pair of eyes that shone with green mystery of her origin; but she was not enchanting. That was what Yuki thought; she was pretty, maybe because she was doll. Those little things with duplicated faces and repeated smiles and fake happiness, she was a play thing. A doll, her face could have been of that of a dead loved one (the owner's wife, girlfriend… who knows?) or it could've been something he created on his own.
But in the end, the novelist could only say he was not as enthusiastic as his brother when the woman stepped in the room.
"Here he is" Mika said as they stopped in the middle of the room. There was a table, and anybody could tell that on top of the table was a body covered dramatically with a white cloth. Eiri humored himself with the ideas with murdered victims in crime shows, ending up in the same as this 'special doll'.
"Gentlemen, this is Shuichi"
Mika took lifted the cover and bit by bit they saw the body beneath wrap that has kept any prying eyes from seeing the sleeping form.
They kept their words; none of them knew how to react to this matter. It felt almost alien but it felt right. He was so young, so pale and had an aura that was almost feminine in some sense. His face was perfectly shaped, an aristocratic nose and pink lips like that of a virgin that has never taste his first kiss. It felt rather odd to Yuki to see the strawberry strands on his head, there were two side bangs that were clinging on the sides of his face almost possessively.
Yuki was not excited to see him, but he could point out the difference between the boy and Mika.
He could almost tell the reason why he was special.
"There's a sad story behind this little thing" Seguchi stroked the cheek of the one in hibernation. "He was supposed to replace someone, but the people who had him made couldn't bear the idea of seeing the face of their dead love one running around the halls with his ghostly voice and his fake words"
He lowered his face, which surprised Tatsuha but kept Yuki and Mika stoic in the face. The siblings both thought the blond man was going to steal a kiss from the chaste lips, but he stopped a few inches only letting his calm breath tickle over the doll's mouth. Cerulean eyes hid beneath lids.
"They never came to get him, never called us back" he pulled back up and brushed strands away with his hand that kept them from seeing those eyes shut tight.
They were silent.
"So, he's now yours" Seguchi turned back to them, "Mika, please prepare Shuichi…"
"Hai, Tohma"
(SPACE HERE)
A/N: You thought I was going to kill this? Well I'm not; I was just too lazy to write! Hahaha.