Little Porcelain Doll

It’s because porcelain dolls look so alive,

It seems like they have a soul of their own,

Simply trapped there,

For whatever reason,

Their eyes bore right through you,

They blink, they watch, they know...

Because...

Don’t you know? Dolls have a life of their own.

Prologue:

It was on that day, something really weird happened in class. A man in a uniform and a hat which made him look like a janitor walked in with a big package in one hand and a clipboard in the other.

“Uhhh...package for a Krad Hikari...is he here?”

Everyone sat in their seats dumbstruck, the teacher just stared at the man before regaining his composure, he straightened his suit, cleared his throat and looked at the blonde in the back who looked just as stupefied as all the other students, the man cleared his throat looking slightly annoyed at the class repeated.

“Krad Hikari?”

The teacher coughed, “Krad...”

The blonde looked at the teacher then at the carrier, “For me?”

“You Krad?”

Krad nodded, the teacher gave him one of his teacher looks, “Krad...the school isn’t a place for packages to be delivered understood?”

Krad nodded again, “I didn’t order anything though...”

“Well it’s your package, ordered or not,” The man put the package onto the blonde’s desk with a “thump” and held out his clipboard, “sign here please.”

Krad did as he was told he signed, the man nodded and tipped his cap then walked out the door with a, “Have a nice day, enjoy that package.”

The blonde stared dumbfound at the box in front of him, Dark snapped out of his dazed state and turned around to look at the box, “Hey Krad, who’s it from?”

“Who knows, there’s no return address...”

“Krad...I expect you to bring that home and never have something like this happen in class again.”

“Hai...”

The teacher looked at him, “...but you can open it first you know...” Then he mumbled, "out of all days for the kids to actually start listening to me..."

“Okay.” Krad shrugged and ripped the wrapping paper, there laid another box, the blonde frowned as he tugged open the second layer of wrapping, then the third, he rolled his eyes, “If it’s another box under this I’m throwing it away.”

But instead, there was a gleaming wooden box made of oak, “...looks more like a coffin...is that a lock?”

“Hurry up Krad.” Dark whined, “What is it!?”

The blonde gently opened the coffin shaped box, inside was a porcelain doll, bedded on black satin, the doll laid there like a lifeless child, it had curly brown-green hair, and sharp golden eyes that made her look almost...alive. It wore a decorated white, red, and silk dress, tight at the hip, loose at the bottom, turtleneck, long graceful sleeves, it had a lot of laces attached to it, and its black shoes were covered by the length of the dress. Only parts of its pale porcelain hands were shown, its long dark-lashed eyes seemed to watch him, her china mouth smiling at him. Krad picked it up, he didn’t like it, it freaked him out, he was about to complain about it but once again, Dark beat him to it.

“Man...that is eerie.”

Actually, the blonde was somewhat grateful to his friend for complaining for him, if the sender had been in the room he might've made an enemy. There was a note in the box, Krad picked it up and read the neat writing on it, “To the dearest receiver, here lies Shikyo-chan, take good care of her, because you never know when she might just get attached to you, she can get rather...obsessively possessive. Treat her real good, like a queen, here is advice, don’t treat her roughly or she'll get mad, because don’t you know? Dolls have a life of their own. Sincerely Mouja. I will stop writing now, after all, the dead can't write.”

“Like I said, eerie, who would name a doll Death? Or call say they’re the dead? That’s just stupid.”

The doll’s eyes flashed at Dark, Krad stared at it, he saw a flicker of hatred in the doll’s eyes, he looked at Dark then at the doll’s eyes again, they were back to their original lifeless gold.

“Wow...how old is that thing? I bet it’s an antique, you could sell it for a fortune!”

The blonde looked at the doll, his finger ran lightly over the lashes, “Her eyes won’t close...”

“Oh? Maybe it was never meant to be closed or it’s so old that the eyes are stuck, there are endless possibilities as to why her eyes won’t close.”

Krad looked up at the teacher, as did the doll, “Hm...really now...say...how do you know so much about dolls sensei?”

The teacher was speechless, he unconsciously rubbed his neck, “Well you see...uhhh...my sister collected dolls and ummm...”

The bell rang the teacher sighed in relief and headed off for lunch. Krad looked at the doll and then at Dark, “Sooo...what do I do with the doll?”

“Let’s show Dai-chan I bet he’s going to freak out”

“I guess...”

“Come on! I’m starving!” Dark grabbed the doll and ran off.

Krad grabbed his lunch and headed out after Dark, after all the dead can’t write...what a stupid joke. Like Dark said...eerie... He went out the door and onto the roof, taking his time, by the time he reached the top of the stairs he could hear Dark chattering away.

“I swear this is so creepy! It’s named after death,” He laughed, “who knows? Maybe she’ll kill you in your sleep.”

Daisuke laughed, and Satoshi grunted, and the blonde stepped out the door, “Enough abusing the doll, put it down,” He mumbled under his breath, “I’m the one who has to take it home.”

Dark waved, “Lunch!”

Krad tossed the obento to his friend, “I’m not hungry.”

“You never are!”

The redhead smiled, “Hey, you two wanna come with us down to watch the choir practice? I promised Harada-san I’d go watch.”

“Risa-chan?” Risa, one of the leaders for the Dark and Krad club, just thinking about it gave Krad goosebumps.

Daisuke nodded, Dark grinned and poked Satoshi, “Hey creepy boy, are you jealous?”

“Urusai.”

“Krad you want to?”

“Don’t care.”

They got up and headed down the stairs towards the music room where the choir practice was being held. Risa was in the middle of her solo, Krad and Dark leaned against the doorframe and watched while the other two found a seat and sat down to watch. The amethyst-eyed boy paid more attention to the obento in his hands rather then the singing girl, "This is good..."

“Wow...she’s actually not bad.” The blonde commented.

The doll tucked under Krad’s arm watched the girl, her little golden eyes gleamed with delight. After all...dolls aren’t as blind as they seem.

Nya I'm thinking about making a Haunted Triology...like full of horror fics and stuff like that...should I? Opinions and reviews please nya