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...I have a package for a Krad Hikari, is he here?"

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

"Krad Hikari?"

The teacher cleared his throat even louder this time, "Krad..."

The blond looked at the teacher then at the carrier, "A package for me?"

"Are 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?"

He nodded again, "I didn't order anything though..."

"Well it's your package, ordered or not." The man placed the package onto the blonde's desk with a "thump" and held out his clipboard, "sign here on the dotted line please." Krad did as he was told and signed. The man nodded and tipped his cap then walked out the door with a monotonic, "have a nice day, enjoy that package."

After the delivery man left, the blond merely stared dumbfound at the box in front of him until Dark snapped out of his dazed state and turned around to look at the box, "Hey Krad, who's it from?"

He shook his head slowly as he studied the package, "I have no idea. There's no return address..."

The teacher cleared his throat for the umpteenth time that day, "Krad, I expect you to bring that home and I hope nothing like this ever happens again in this class."

"Yes, sir."

There was a long pause before the teacher looked at the package rather curiously, "...but I suppose 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 just going to throw it away." But instead, there was a gleaming wooden box made of oak, "great, this looks more like a coffin than anything...is that a lock?"

"Hurry up Krad." Dark whined, "What is it!"

The blond 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 with 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 almost cruelly at him. Krad picked it up with a frown. He didn't like it at all, it freaked him out.

He was about to complain about it but once again, Dark beat him to it. "Man, that is one eerie doll."

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 out of a stranger. There was a note in the box, Krad picked it up and read the neat writing on it, "Dearest receiver, Here lies Shikyo-chan. Please take good care of her because you never know when she might just get attached to you. She can get rather...obsessively possessive to those she likes. Treat her well, like a queen. And here's a piece of advice you should follow, don't ever treat her roughly or she'll get upset. 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."

Beside him, his friend let out a snort, "Like I said, plain eerie. Who would name a doll Death anyways? And why would the dead write you a letter? That's just stupid and really creepy."

The doll's eyes flashed at Dark. Krad stared at it, he could've sworn he saw a flicker of hatred in the doll's eyes. Looking at Dark then at the doll's eyes again, he found that they were back to their original lifeless gold.

Studying the doll with interest, the teacher pushed his glasses up, "Wow...how old is that thing? I bet it's an antique, you could sell it for a fortune!"

The blond 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 sheepishly, "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, "So...what do you think I should do with the doll?"

"Let's show Dai-chan I bet he's going to freak out"

"I guess that's always a possibility..."

"Come on! I'm starving!" Dark grabbed the doll and ran off.

Krad let out a sigh, grabbed his lunch and headed out after Dark. After all the dead can't write...what a stupid joke. Like Dark said...it's just plain 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 as the blond stepped out the door, "Enough with 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 his lunchbox to his friend, "I'm not hungry."

The violet haired boy frowned, "You never are!"

The redhead smiled, "Hey, do you two want to 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?"

The boy swatted his hand away with a scowl, "Be quiet you."

"Krad, do you want to?"

He shrugged, "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 lunchbox in his hands rather than the singing girl, "This is good..."

"Wow, yea...she's actually not bad." The blond 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