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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
- 6
- 7
So this is my next chapter with Ulquiorra's side and at the bottom of my story! Enjoy! FYI the little commas in my ... are so that they don't disappear, if you have a tip on how to fix that please tell me.

Attic

'...Midnight calling...Mist of Resolving...

...Crown me with a...pure green leaf...'

I returned to my sisters not too long before the dawn, tired and more broken then I was before. At one point I wondered if it mattered at all, but my Masters words repeated in my head: Survive at all costs, and at all costs it shall be. Entering the Mansion yard I pushed myself to climb the thick ivy and through the window in the attic, one of my claws breaking off on the way up. I didn't care as I was so tired and worn out from protecting my sisters, and here in the all encompassing darkness I allowed my thoughts to flow free and the mask to slip away. I sighed aloud and turned my gaze to the crescent moon partially hidden by the rain clouds, letting the weariness of time and hardship darken my eyes and slouched posture. My only working wing was broken today coming back though the woods, the joins dislocated and webbing shredded. My Master said what I felt wasn't exactly pain, it was watered down to the point where it felt much like a sharp pressure then anything.

Hearing a peal of laughter from downstairs I stood on wobbly legs as restlessness pulled at me and limped down the attic stairs to look over the balcony, ah the owner of the house had company. They were a group of young females with colorful clothing and a large patchy blanket spread upon their legs, if I remember correctly it is called a ' Quilt ' though the purpose of sowing such mismatched patches together at random was lost on me. Still the woman all seemed to enjoy such an activity, laughing and chatting by the lit fireplace. The only time I ever felt even remotely so content was in my Master's shop, sitting on his work table as he did maintenance on me, watching him work as he made and repaired dolls, and sitting on the rug at his feet while he told me tales of different places and their cultures. I felt myself secretly longing for such contentness again, at the time I somehow had delusions that everything would remain the same day after day. But all it took was one fateful night for all that was my world to collapse, oh how I detest change. This too will pass in time as well, the years will age these young woman and we will be left behind. Perhaps centuries will go by before we see another human being, for as dolls we are neither living nor dead. Ageless...,...eternal...,...but not immortal. In any case all that mattered now was what was up those stairs and our continued existence, everything else was free to change all it pleased.

Climbing the stair once more I sat around all my sisters and gazed at each of them for long moments, making plans and decisions that would effect us all. There was no way I could protect my sisters the way I used to, my will was strong but my body was worn and broken. I could not count on the woman downstairs to protect us, to understand us or even take the chance. Isolation would be the key to our survival, first was to create a sanctuary that we could sleep in peace in. Rising shakily to my feet with new purpose I slipped down the stairs once more, noticing that the woman were too preoccupied with each other to bother with the creeks that the old floorboards made. The first thing I needed was covers to protect against dust and parasites, choosing a room at random. However it made me pause as I stared at emerald silk and cherry wood furnishings, eyes of the same color ghosting over the canopy bed and drawn to it much like a moth. If I was a normal man perhaps I would have taken this room as my own, climbing onto the bed and curling up upon its ebony sheets and feeling the slide of perfect silk against my broken body. It would be peaceful to stay like this, curled up and undisturbed in the darkness. I would have stayed like that if I did not have a task to complete, for now I needed fresh linens.

Sliding reluctantly from the bed I went to the trunk first and found what I needed, carrying the sheets in my arms up to the attic. I laid my sisters all in a neat row and carefully placed a white sheet over their cases, leaving the one for my own still folded up as I did not wish to rest just yet. Moonlight on the floor lead me to the window with the thick lush ivy that crawled up the wall, enabling myself to climb up and down. It would have to go. I descended the ivy to find its base, grabbing it in my claws before ripping the thing out by the roots. I snapped them off as well for good measure to make sure it had no chance to re-root before it dried up in the sun, looking up at the ivy that still clung to the bottom window. I climbed it more carefully now as it had no anchor an old fairy tale my Master read to me once coming unbidden to my mind.

"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair. Hurry quickly child, for mine eyes desire to look upon one so fair." I whispered to the night wind before climbing through the window and staring down at the clinging ivy.

"Ah! you wicked child, what do I hear you say? I thought I had separated you from all the world, your Prince shall no more your heart sway!" One by one slicing off the tendrils till they fell away from the window, cutting off one of two ways into the attic. Staring out towards the woods my eyes narrowed, remembering this nights activities.

"You would fetch your dearest, but the beautiful bird sits no longer singing in the nest. The cat has got it, and will scratch out your eyes for jest. Rapunzel is lost to you now, never again shall you see her. Roam now you hairless beast, blind as a bat and as wanted as a cur!"

With that taken care of all that was left was the door, I would need to obtain the key to it to keep it locked. For this I waited until night deepened and the woman were sent away, the keeper of the house going to bed. Silent as a shadow I crept down the grand stairs and easily found the key I sought hanging by the door, giving a snort as the irony that it was shaped like bat wings not lost on me. However I wanted to make sure that there wasn't another like it, finding a table next to the door and opening the drawer. There were other keys in this, presumably to the different rooms. I found one with the designs I saw on the door to that one room I adored, taking that one as well before heading upstairs. I did not desire the endless rest I was planning to impose, instead I locked the attic with the bat key and kept it hidden in the tuft of fur at the base of my tail. Then I went to the emerald and ebony silken room, once again lying on the bed after locking the door and allowing myself some peace and relaxation.

It went on like that for a few years, every day I would hide in the attic and keep watch. Every night I silently viewed the get to-gathers that the woman had as one her age would not sit still, to later retire to the emerald room for peace till the dawn drew me back to the attic. Routine eased the passing of time and soothed the loss of my Master, but routine was always broken one way or another. It was one dawn that I had been returning to the attic when I felt myself collapse before the stairs, shock only momentary as I quickly twisted around and found that my left knee had gone out. I could not walk like this, it was time yet again for change. I let a soft sigh slip past my lips before I grabbed the railing of the stairs and pulled myself up, forcing my body up the attic. I had to sit on the stairs in order to turn around and lock the door behind me, planning to be the last time I used the key. Finally I had made it up the last step and to the window, looking down at the key in my hand. So long as I had it I would be tempted to roam yet again, this however could not be allowed to continue. So I flung the key out the window to somewhere in the deep grasses, hopefully to remain undiscovered as I shut the window and hobbled to my case. Using the side panel when I laid down in it I was able to pull the sheet over the glass, finally relaxing in the darkness. As my eye closed I let out a sigh...letting my body shut down into a sleep that I did not plan to wake from again.

Sounds...,...,...,...,...,...not screams...,...,...,...not flames crackling...,...,...,...not rain...,...,...,creaking...,...,...wood?...,...,...,...,...,...A door...,...,...a door is groaning...,...,...too much weight...,...,...,...protesting...,...,...,...,...,...opening?...,...,...,...,...,...Sliding...,...,...,...,...,...stairs...,...,...,...floorboards...,...,...,...,...,...what is this?...,...,...,...,...,...Something disturbs...,...,...,...,...,...The dust is unsettled...,...,...,...,...,...there is light...,...,...,...,...,...long lost light...,...,...,...,...,...floor is groaning...,...,...,...,...,...something moving fast...,...,...,...across the floor...,...,...,...,...,...what is this...,...,...,...,...,...

I take a breath...,...,...,...,...,...I don't need it but...,...,...there's fresh air...,...,...,...oh how strange...,...,...,...how long has it been?...,...,...,...what has disturbed me...,...,...,...,...,...New sounds...,...,...,...sliding...,...,...silk?...,...,...,...,...,...closer...,...,...Footsteps...,...,...,...,...,...what...,...,...,...,...,...is...,...,...,...,...,...?...,...,...,...,...,...Glass...,...,...groaning...,...,...,...,...,...,...,...,...,...,...what...,...,...,...,...,...,...,...,...,...,...WHAT IS THAT?!

I nearly have a heart attack, if I possessed such a heart, at the thing plastered to the glass of my case. Some bulbous creature pressing its expansive flesh against the entirety of my casing, making the glass itself close to cracking with the sheer weight upon its surface. I barely control myself as my cracked eyelid twitches, needing no more to see the gargantuan creature that attacks, no invades!, my sanctuary! As it unsticks itself from my casing the figure turns out to not be a gelatinous monstrosity but a woman, a woman with an ample...,...,...bosom that perhaps Shakespeare would serenade from should he have been around at the time. From my position I am graced with a gleeful expression, then a saddened one...,...,...,...one of recognition? No pity nor disgust nor horror appears in her bright wide orbs, emotions I would have been able to understand. She swatted at such bosom with a smile to rid it of the dust that had seeped under the sheet, more it just smeared it deeper into the cloth to leave a brown spot. Ah she seems to have taken on a direction of her thoughts, darting about the room much like a moth stuck in a jar. More light flooded the room as windows were open and the dust rose to the fresh air, critters of the attic being flushed out as well.

I blinked as I watched as the woman ran around waving her arms like she wanted to take off, shrieking like a banshee and jumping up and down. Something had obviously upset her greatly, such was revealed to me when a large spider flew through the air from her counter. However it came back with a vengeance with its clutch, chasing her from the attic completely this time. Foolish woman and her antics. Perhaps however I should have expected a return of her own with a distraction, the spiders wanting the insects she released then to be bothered by her presence. She continued to rid the attic of dust and the like, though I remained passive I kept an eye on her as I noticed some of my sisters were uncovered. I need not be so unsettled as she re-covered them yet again before she left, the silence once again filling the room much like the dying light of the sun. What a strange woman she was, how long had it been since one had been up here? By the collection of dust it has been more then a few years, the passing of time held little meaning to me. Perhaps she was the new keeper of this mansion, did the young lady of long ago pass away in my slumber? I tried to recall her name or her looks, things I almost remember. And the woman had been humming something, a song someone sung once upon a Winter. It bothered me that I could not remember fully, things dancing in and out across my memory. More memories of old out of time with themselves came unbidden by the lithe movements of the flame haired woman that left: Sitting safe and warm in an embrace, horses prance through a snowy storm, figures dancing gracefully. Things from far away and long ago, memories glowing dim as an ember. It brought some nostalgia to me, things I used to know...things I yearned to remember. Perhaps I shall remember again I think as I close my eye...............once again upon a Winter. *

That's another chapter up, yay! "Devils Never Cry" by Coal Chamber
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