Wow, these chapters ARE short. I'm pretty sure you don't even have to scroll down or anything!
Eh, whatever.
All your base are belong to us. Save for DeathNote and Rozen Maiden
Inside the boxes were two dolls, lying there as though they were sleeping. Mello blew at his bangs in disappointment. "Seriously, I thought it was gonna be something cool, but these? Yuck." He prodded at one of the doll's cheeks, and flew back in shock when her eyes opened. Mello and Matt grew fearfully silent as they watched the doll get up stretch her back. She leaned over and rapped on the other doll.
"Hey, Souseiseki, wake up. Look at this awful place where in!"
Mello gasped silently when the other doll stood up and looked around. Suddenly, her mismatched eyes found the two boys, and she motioned to them.
"Suiseiseki, I think we have company". The one with the long hair whirled around to face Mello and Matt. "Who do you think you are, spying on us ladies when we wake up! That is so rude! And why are you gaping? Don't you know that's bad manners?"
Ok, that's it Mello had had enough. No one talked to him like that, especially not some freaky doll. "Who the hell do you think YOU are? All we were doing was having fun, and suddenly our day is ruined when YOU show up and start nagging at us! You have no authority over us! Hell, you're a freaking doll! I could stuff you back in that box and be done with you!" Matt's eyes grew wide with appreciation. To have the guts to face some kind of obviously possessed doll? Skills.
The doll called Suiseiseki smirked a bit at the blonde's question. "We are Suiseiseki and Souseiseki, the third and forth Rozen Maiden dolls".
Eventually, Near had found his way back to where he started. When he glanced back over to the doll, he realized what had made him nervous. The doll was almost identical to Mello. She had the same small figure, golden hair, and piercing blue eyes. As much as he tried to keep his head down, he would still find himself staring into those eyes.
Come now, Near. Superstitions are just random bursts of paranoia. There's nothing to worry about. The albino finally decided to end his uneasiness and put the doll somewhere where it wouldn't bother him, preferably behind a wall. He walked over to the toy and paused; then, shrugging, reached out to pick it up. As his fingers brushed her cheek, Near felt a spark. He pulled back his hand and widened his eyes when the doll blinked and shook herself. She smoothed out her crimson dress and adjusted he bonnet, all while maintaining an air of extreme calm and collectiveness. At last, she faced Near, and curtsied slightly.
"Why hello there. I am the fifth Rozen Maiden doll, though you may address me as Shinku".
Herp derp, until next time