I don't own anything other than the obvious OC's! (That are mainly the dolls)
Happy July 4th!
I was already typing this with the last chapter, so I was like, I'll just post this.
2nd Person POV
Dark blue eyes stare at the Cloudy gray ones hiding under his bed. It's been an hour.
He didn't know what to do; she seems so afraid of him. Even more than the cat napping on top of the bed.
Maybe, her last owner, he...
No, he didn't want to think about it. It made him want to punch a wall.
"Please, come out," he pleads. "I have to go visit a friend at the library to give him a new change in clothes," he decides then to try and start conversing, "Do you like to read?"
She nods hesitantly. "But... I like reading with Shio..." He could see that if she had warmth she would blush.
"Do you like Shio?"
She nodded.
"Maybe when we go out, we can find him."
"We can...?"
"There is a chance. This city is big."
"You... You are a good person." He watches as she crawls slowly out of the bed and stands up.
She is only wearing a simple white dress, and he can see that some parts of her arms and legs were a bit indented. Holding out her hand to him, she gave him the piece of paper that she grabbed after he had woken her up from her slumber.
As time passes, it can only build up. It is everything that moves you forward. Despite part of its ugliness, its beauty shines differently for each person. I am the 6th.
He looked at her questionably.
"What is my name?" she asks.
"Oh." He continues to look at the paper. "Everything that moves you forward..." he looks at her, "Is what happens to you- what you learned to get there."
She nods happily.
"That would be your knowledge... or from that other sentence... wisdom?" He thinks a bit more. "They... they have 'Chi' in them... Does it end in 'Chi'?"
She shakes her head.
He looked at the paper again. Beauty... "Beautiful...That would be '-Mi'... But then, wisdom, 'Chie' would make more sense in the spelling..."
After a while in thought, he looks at her for approval. "Chiemi?"
She nods, all the while hugging his legs, "Good job, Master!" She looks up at him, "What's your name?" she asks, holding out her hand to shake.
Shaking her hand gently as he could in fear of breaking her he says, "Yokozawa Takafumi, and" he gestures to the sleeping cat, "his name is Sorata."
Taking his chance to look at her more carefully, he notices the messy state of her dark hair. "Your hair," he begins, and he watches as she put her hands to her cheeks in an 'oh' and runs to her case which lay on the floor. Out of her case she brings an ornate brush, a pin, and a dark brown ribbon to him.
"...Can you help me? I... I want a side braid, but I can't hold my hair the way I want it. My hands are small."
"Got it," he replied, taking the brush and trying delicately to smoothen the tangles in her hair.
After a while, she giggled softly.
"What is it?" he asks.
"It's really strange," she put her hands together shyly and says softly, "Of all the people who brushed my hair, you're the only one who feels like Mama..."
At this, Takafumi would normally deny it with an attitude, but seeing as the doll slouched a little at the mention, he felt concerned. "You're mother? Were you not always a doll?"
She nodded. "I was six when me and my twin cousin were taken away... We've been like this for a long time with Shio and the others." Sitting on the ground she played with the ends of her dress. "I'm even surprised I still remember Mama..."
"Oh..." Looking at her dented arms, he asks after a few moments. "Your arms..."
"That... I'm not fond of men," she shuddered, "Certain men..."
"Yeah, I understand."
"I'm sorry I thought you were one."
"Don't apologize. You have every right; I just wish I can go beat them for you."
She laughed a little. "Thank you... I'm glad though, I was the only one," she shuddered, "If Mi had gotten the people I had..."
"Mi?"
"Mio. She's the youngest of all of us. She's four."
"Four?!"
"It's frightening, isn't it? I hope her Master this round is a kind one that doesn't spoil her. It's quite complicated to talk with her if she gets spoiled after a certain amount of time."
"Masters... What are our roles exactly?"
"In the past, we would create contracts through rings- you would be able to use our power to fight and find our real bodies but it would take energy out of you."
"Fight?"
"After a while, the man who set us like this, he sends things to 'play' with us; people get gravely hurt because only Masters and us can see them, or very 'aware' individuals. That's why, in the last few games to this one, we are not creating contracts. It isn't worth all that to find our bodies."
"But then, what are you guys going to do? Just drift?"
"I suppose so. We are more curious though, with the man who set us like this. He wants us to find him and defeat him for our bodies. But our bodies, they are probably long gone- we don't know if he is speaking the truth. If it is not, it is fighting for a lost cause."
"Do you know his name?"
"No... we know nothing other than he took us, separated us from our bodies, and put us in our doll bodies. Our abilities though, is a mystery; even he was surprised at our first fight- we are assuming that we have outside help but we don't know whom."
"I see..."
"Oh, and he is very obsessed with Shio... and his family."
"What about them?"
"We don't know. Shio's masters are always someone from his family, the man likes to pick on them first each time. We really wonder who he is..."
"What is the name of Shio's family?"
"Onodera, I think."
"Hmm... that sounds familiar-" he looked next to him to see that his cell phone is ringing. "Hello?"
It was his good friend, Takano Masamune. "Where are you?"
"Oh, I'm still at home."
"Then get your ass over here as soon as you get my clothes."
"Got it, got it. Oh, and hey, what was with that picture yesterd-"
"Erase it from your mind. Bye." Hanging up, he cursed the person responsible for that embarrassing photo.
He hasn't seen them a week since then.
"Picture?" questioned Chiemi.
"Oh no, it's nothing."
"..." She stares at him.
"I am not breaking."
"... It was nothing, right?"
"..."
"..."
He sighs, "I was wearing a contrasting red and white polka-dotted apron."
She looks at him, silently examining him for a moment. "For you, wouldn't it be endearingly adorable?"
"Hell no," in an attempt to drift the conversation, he looked to the brush in his hands, "Where did you get this brush anyway?"
"I had this one master," she begins, going along with it, "Who was kind to me; she gave this to me along with the clip and the ribbon. Afterwards, I always kept it safe in my case away from... certain men."
"I see," he lifted the brush to her hair again, "Well, face the other side so I can braid this so we can leave."
"Okay."
"You know, you go from shy to talkative very quickly."
"It varies with topics, and how close I feel with the person. You're a very nice person- and you get shy over strangely adorable things."
"No, it's embarrassing."
"Then, don't let it be embarrassing."
"You act so sure on that advice, but there are things for you that are embarrassing, right?"
"..." He looked to see her pout.
"So, you do..."
"...I, I suppose that, if I were caught wearing something like what you wore that contrasted me... I would be very embarrassed."
"Heh...Hyprocrite."
"..." she pouted again, "As least I'll be cuter in it."
He couldn't help but smile at her attempt to come back at him. "True."
"But you know, you are cute. If that apron was blue it would look better with your eyes."
"...No."
Any thoughts on this yet?
I'm quite fond of this AU.