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Demon Doll	By : ItsMyWorld66 Category: Bleach > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1256 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Hope
- 2-New Home
- 3-Broken
- 4-Exploring
- 5-Unworthy
- 6-Dolls
- 7-Attic
- 5
- 6
- 7
So this is my next chapter, updated rather quickly as I was quite inspired! Tell me what you think of this one and Orihime!

Dolls

' ...And the flashlight shows you something moving just inside the door..

..There's a tattered dress, and a feeling you have felt somewhere before...'

Slipping the key into my pocket I glanced up at the sky, seeing how it was steadily darkening and threatening rain now. But I would be safe inside the house, then again I would like to see if there were any froggies that came out of the muck when it rained. Of course along that line of thinking there is also the possibility that something else would come out as well with the rain, did this area have any Kappa or maybe a Storm God? I would have to ask Grandma if there was a shrine near here, maybe go pay my respects just so that I would not call down upon my household the wrath of a thundering God of Storm and Lightning! Hearing a clap of thunder I jumped and let out a squeak, already he must be demanding a sacrifice to appease him.

"I will appease thee with my fine dinner of stew oh great God of Lightning!" I shouted to the heavens as it started to rain lightly, my arms thrown out to the sides to welcome the rain.

"Orihime come inside, you'll catch your death of cold if you stand there in the rain. You can play later if the puddles do not dry up.." Ah Grandma you do not see the God of Lightning is calling on us, I shall protect you! I thought happily as I skipped inside, making sure to take off my boots on the mat to not track mud.

"I was paying homage to the God of Thunder and Lightning!"

"That's nice dear, I am sure he is very busy now though making it rain and all that racket. Come eat dinner." Nodding I followed my chuckling Grandma, sighing happily as we sat down to dinner.

"Did you find what you were looking for Orihime?" Grinning I produced the key to show her, gaining a nod and a smile as he confirmed that it was indeed the right key. After dinner I should go up there and see what I could find!

Well that's what I planned originally, seems my mind wanders far too much. Afterwards I ended up helping with the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen, then we prepared what we would need for breakfast tomorrow. Mmmmm bacon and eggs with hash-browns! Oh but boiled cabbage would go great with the yoke if it was over-easy, maybe Grandma will let me make a pancake so I could stuff it full of my bacon and drown it in orange syrup with a side of cottage cheese! Humming I thought of these things while also thinking of watermelon lemon-aid for a hot day, the sourness of lemons and the refreshing taste of watermelon while you spit out the seeds. Feeling a bit chilly as I headed upstairs to bed, it was much too late now to do any exploring, thinking a shower would be good for me. The pipes groaned and I wondered if there were Brownies in the walls, perhaps I should leave out thimbles of honey just in case? Toweling off I walked into my room and froze, bright crimson eyes staring at me from the darkness of my chosen room. Heart pounding in my heart I stared back at the crouched figure, holding the towel tight to my body. Ah but there I could see it again, that barren landscape and starless sky and crescent moon. Relaxing I sighed softly and continued with getting ready for bed, smiling at the crouched bird creature. Its black feathers reminded me of a crow, its bone masked head cocked as it stared at me. So they were here as well, though I've never seen a crow one before. Perhaps different areas had different types? Lying down in the bed I could see the crow peeking out from over the edge of the bed, the glowing red shining in the darkness.

"Well don't just stand there all night, you can come onto the bed with me you know." I laughed, but my voice froze in my throat the next second as it hopped onto the large bed. It cocked its head at me again and moved slowly closer till it had climbed upon my legs, snuggling down right on the dip in between my ankles. I was speechless they had never come closer. Every time I tried to reach out to them they would skitter away or hide, but now this one was actually indirectly touching me and lying with me. It made me smile as I laid down on my back, not bothered by the slight weight the bird put on me as I closed my eyes.

' I could hear a song playing, one I had not heard for a long long time. Where it came from didn't quite matter to me right now, just listening to the song with my eyes closed and my lips following along.

"The wind was a torrent of darkness, among the gusty trees. The moon was a ghostly galleon, tossed upon the cloudy seas.

The road was a ribbon of moonlight, over the purple moor.

And the Highwayman came riding, riding, riding, the Highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door."

Ah but the song did not fit with the image before me as I opened my eyes, though everything was slightly hazy I still knew where I was. The endless white sands where broken only by equally colorless barren trees, the starless sky stretching on forever with the crescent moon hanging overhead. Though some parts did work with the song, but instead I sung it again the way it should go.

"The wind was a torrent of darkness, among the barren trees. The moon was a ghostly galleon, drifting upon silent seas. The sand was a shining beacon, reflecting the moon so high. And the Highwayman came flying, flying, flying, the Highway man came flying, across the endless sky."

Just as I whispered my eyes did spy the black shape against the crescent moon, great wings spread out to catch the shifting winds and drift ever closer. He landed near to me, emerald and goldenrod eyes staring unblinkingly into my soul. His lips moved soundlessly, something I could not hear but I felt was important. But he was so frighteningly beautiful that I was captivated, my heart pounding in my breast. Then his black clawed hand lifted and reached out to me, a dark beckoning yet nonthreatening. Palm side down with the claws pointed to the sands, but still reaching with his fingers almost hesitantly And I reached for him, for that shy hand seeking...seeking...seeking what? '

A stray beam of sunlight hit me on the eyelid, making me open my eyes up slowly to stare at the ceiling. Was that a dream? Oh but what a dream I thought, sitting up slowly and noticing the bird was missing. I thought about the dream and the demonic male that was in it, but it was steadily fading. One thing stuck with me though as I lifted my hand, holding it in the position that I remember. Palm side down, fingertips reaching like...like...

"A Maneki Neko! A cats paw, how cute!" I giggled as I thought of that frightening creature sitting on a windowsill and beckoning to others like a Neko, at his feet large piles of coins. Silly thoughts in mind I made my bed carefully before heading downstairs, Grandma already up and cooking breakfast. Skipping into the kitchen I set the table as she came out with plates of food, sitting down and munching slowly. I thought about what to do today, deciding that I would go upstairs and clean up there and search for the lost dolls. After cleaning up breakfast I headed back upstairs to get dressed, mentally checking the things I would need. Deciding on some long jeans, short sleeve tan blouse, and my boots I tied my long hair up into a ponytail first before putting a bandanna on. Yes I would hunt out that attic myself and go head to head with some of the largest and hairiest spiders it could throw at me, and the prize of possible dolls will urge me on!

Grinning now I sought out my clothing from last night and pulled out the key, putting it on my pocket while I went to the cleaning closet. From there I got a bathroom basket and filled it with my weapons: Several cleaning rags, wood, glass, and tile cleaner, a pair of rubber gloves, a pair of leather gloves, and a squirt gun. Armored to the teeth for the task I headed towards my destination, standing tall and firm in front of the door that barred my way. Brandishing the old key I stuck it in the door, which it flow in like the perfect fit it was and turned the lock. Taking hold of the doorknob I took a deep breath, a determined look in my eye. From here I could just feel it...I was starting something that would change my life for the better! With that in mind I gain a grip on the knob and turned it and pushed...and blinked. I pushed again...nothing. The door was stuck! Growling and rubbing my hands together I held tight to the knob and put my shoulder to the stubborn door, shoving at it with all of my 115 pounds! So it was denying me my all time life-changing journey was it, well this girl wouldn't stand for it! Time to get serious, remembering something I saw in a movie as I backed up. With a battle cry I ran towards the door and threw myself against it, bouncing off and hitting the floor but not ready to give up.

"Heave Ho!" I yelled as I threw myself against it a few more times, tears in my eyes as the throbbing in my shoulder told me I was going to bruise badly. Sitting in front of it I sniffled and held my hurt shoulder, the door not budging from the abuse.

"Orihime I forgot to mention, that door swings outwards not inwards. I heard when it was put on it was accidentally put on backwards, so you have to pull instead of push."

"I knew that!" I called while a blush flamed across my face, hearing her chuckle in disbelief down the hall. Standing up I sighed and rubbed my wounded shoulder, taking the knob again and giving it a tug. Sure enough it opened with little resistance, the hinges protesting a bit though.

Picking up my basket of cleaning supplies I journeyed up the creaking stairs, humming a soft tune under my breath as it became noticeably warmer. It was also very dusty causing me to sneeze in the darkness, though not pitch black. Up in the attic it was clear there was a lot of stuff, though I could only make out the outline of most of it. The square ring of light signaled the closed windows up here, and I hurried over to them. Three in total they protested a bit before they gave way, letting the light and fresh air flood in to the musty room. For a mansion it was quite large yet not as big as it could be, making me wonder if there was more to it. Turning slowly I surveyed the room, it reminded me of an old time movie I saw once. It was like everything was bathed in an eitheral glow, the sunlight streaming in reflecting off the dust motes as they drifted up from the floor casting a golden glow over everything. I moved slowly across the floor, taking in the almost magical moment. All I needed was a long flowing dress with a train, pretending I was a lone princess in an old mansion waiting for my prince to show. I sighed softly in pleasure at the scene, it was something I had dreamed about before and wished that such a prince would sweep me off my feet. A kind, sweet, loving prince.

Humming softly in thought I set to work with airing the things out first, starting from one end of the room to the next. I started with taking the dusty sheets and shaking them out, displaying Mahogany coffee tables and dressers and what looked like glass topped side tables with Cherry Wood. Taking my cleaning supplies I began to polish off the light dust, making everything glitter under the sunlight. As I wandered and examined the dusty floor, I would need to sweep and maybe polish the wood floor, I noticed that there were many small sheets draped over multiple items. Curious I walked to the start of the line, or end, and pulled one sheet to reveal what it was. My grin spread as I saw a beautiful porcelain doll lying in a case surrounded by blue velvet. Though the edges of the wood were badly burnt the doll inside was in good condition. It was obvious from the cracks and other bits that it was handled roughly, but over all it was still beautiful. Replacing the sheet I walked down the line and lifted another one, this one was much more damaged but the beauty of the doll inside wasn't lost. I stood and began to count the dolls, pausing as I counted 56 before I noticed that the last sheet covered doll was much much larger then the others. Then again it possibly be another piece of furniture, and of course I had to find out. Taking the sheet I paused, my breath hitching in my chest. It felt suddenly cold to the touch, I almost feared that I would start seeing my breath in the air. But I grasped my courage and tugged at the sheet, letting gravity pull it off the rest of the way.

It...it was him. It was him! From my dream! As my racing thoughts caught up with my body I had to get a closer look just to make sure I wasn't mistaken, but there was no way I could have taken him for anyone else. But...but he looked hurt. He had things broken off and torn but I saw no blood, and that's when I realized it...he was a doll. My dream demon was a doll, a life-sized one at that. I could see now the extensive damage to him and the burn marks on both he and his glass and wood case just like the others. Long burnt eyelashes laid softly over his bone white face, his eyes closed as if in sleep. I remembered the other dolls were like that, remembering I had one that did the same thing. When laid down their eyes closed, they only opened when you stood them upright. But lifting this doll seemed like a challenge, not only because he was very large and looked heavy but also I was afraid I might break him more if I touched him. Ah but I thought I could see some of the coloring of his eye! Yes I could see it, just a tad under the single undamaged eye. I had to lean closer and press against the glass in order to tell, but I swear it was open enough for me to see a brilliant emerald color. When I straitened myself noticed I had gotten quite a bit of dust and other things on my shirt from the case, giggling as I patted myself down to try and rid myself of it. All the dolls looked like they had been through so much, it was a shame that they were just left up here. Taking a step back from my dream demon doll my foot bumped my basket of cleaning supplies, a grin spreading on my face. That's it! I could clean this place up, and then very carefully clean the dolls. It wasn't much for sure but it was better then letting them sit up here and continue to collect dust, that and it was something to do with the amount of time I had.

Nodding my head I began to clean the area since I had uncovered everything, opening the other windows and first starting to dust with a large rag. Every minute or so I was shaking it out the window, coughing at the amount that was being stirred up. There was also the abundant attic wildlife, ranging from the simple fluttery moths that escaped from the large coat closets to the big hairy and very angry spider that cased me screaming around the room. I thought I had conquered it when my rag smacked it across the room and it scurried off, but soon it was clear to me that it was the boss of this attic. It had an army at its disposal, and I was the latest threat to its kingdom of dust and cobwebs. I was under attack from the floor, ceiling, and furniture as they scurried across the wood, hung from webs from the rafters, and reared up angrily from various surfaces by many different types of spiders bent on smiting the giant in their domain. I was forced to retreat as my arsenal of cleaning products wasn't up to the job of defeating such foes, running down the stairs in tears as I pawed the cobwebs off my face and hair. Grandma had presented me with a cup of coco and a jar of orange marmalade for me to add to my chocolaty drink when I entered the kitchen, saying ' Make Peace, not War '. Perhaps she was right, I was taking on these enemies the wrong way as I was outnumbered. For now I would refuel with Lunch and think up my next battle plans, a new tactic to conquer the Spider Attic Kingdom. And then my hard won bounty would be those beautiful dolls and my dream demon, he above all was more then worth it to brave the scary hairy spiders.

After Lunch I had journeyed out into the garden with a net and a jar, returning victorious and marching upstairs yet again and newly armed. When I set food on the hardwood floors of the Attic Battlefield I was once again greeted by the army of spiders, but this time I was prepared to try something else. I set the jar down, said object with filled with large grasshoppers I had captured in the garden. The largest spider, by far the hairiest and the first one that had assaulted me crawled forwards across the floor. I imagined it like a King would be, striding ever so confidently across his Kingdom and among his soldiers to confront the enemy that invaded his lands.

"Oh lord of the Spiders of the Attic, I Orihime beseech thee! Please accept this offering, that you may spare such an unworthy person as I!" Then I released the grasshoppers into the room, grinning with satisfaction as their ranks broke and chased down the new intruders. Obviously capturing the insects to drag off to their food storage accepting my offer and leaving me in peace. With that taken care of I set to work with cleaning yet again, this time unmolested by anything with fangs or sticky webs. After a while I recovered the dolls up, bidding goodnight to my dream demon doll, and headed down for Dinner and then to bed. I hoped that I would dream again tonight, sighing as my eyes slowly closed and I relaxed and let the darkness pull me into the soothing embrace of sleep. *

So that's Chapter 6, R&R!

Lyrics from "Creepy Doll" by Jonathan Coulton
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