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"Oh my beloved Princess, where art thou?" The Knight in his shining armor would call through dark oak and cedar. He had come from far, far away, on his quest to save a princess, captured by a wicked witch, whom kidnapped her and hidden her in the Woods of Dark Magic. "Oh brave knight, be that you, who comes to rescue me?" A young woman's voice would call. "Oh my lovely lady, yes, I have come to rescue thy from this horrible nightmare! But yet, I cannot see in this wretched darkness." "Come hither, follow the sound of my voice!" The hopeful princess would call. The knight complied, blindly making his way through the dark of the forest. And then, he found her, tied by her wrists to a tree.

"Oh please, Sir Knight," the girl pleaded, "Remove of these bonds, so I can be free again." The Knight complied, unsheathing his shining silver sword, and with one single swoop, cut the rope from her wrists. "Come, my fair lady," the knight would say, "For we must leave before your captor returns." At that moment, the dark forest would be illuminated by the fire of a violet-flamed torch. Behind it's flames, a there was a grin and a hat and a god-awful laugh. "So, you thought you would make it out alive, him?" Somehow, the situation was rather funny to her, and she couldn't help but crackle menacingly. The Knight would stand defensively between the Princess and the Witch and pointed his sword at the latter. "You wretched person, thy shall be thee who dost not leave here living." "I'd say 'don't make make me laugh', but it's too late for that!" The witch taunted, "And now, I shall turn the two of you into a frog and snake respectively... Once I sew my hat back on." On cue, the hat fell off the witch's head and onto the ground.

Rosa groaned, and let the dolls drop on her bed as she picked up the tiny fabric hat off the ground and placed it on her bedside table, along with the witch doll it belonged to, and went across the room to grab her sewing kit.


With a couple more weaves, the pointy black hat with it's white ribbon around it, was sewn securely onto the witch's fabric head. She examined the doll a bit. It was a doll she made quite a long time ago, one of which she was constantly repairing and adding to parts to. It couldn't be used for assassination in any way, at it was simply used for roleplaying, something Rosa did a lot of to pass the time. Even though she actually had some sort of role in life, to be a Vongola Guardian, she found herself not doing much anyway. Being a Cloud Guardian meant she didn't have to deal with others most of the time, unless they got on their knees and begged.

Though, it seemed that on that day in specific, it would be somewhat different. Rosa's phone on her bedside table made a melodious jingle, indicating a text, something she rarely got, as she never really texted anybody. In fact, why she even had the texting plan she had, she had no idea. Nonetheless, she checked it anyway, seeing that the text was from "Mr. Cherry-Top", as he was on her contacts (every guardian had their own; Candy-Junkie, Creepy-Eyes, Extemely-Annoying, etc.) groaned as she forced herself not to delete it, out of curiosity, damn her human nature.

'if you want a chance to kill someone come to school' was what it read. Rosa glared at the text on the screen. 'Seriously?' Rosa though, 'That's what he takes me for? Some simple-minded idiot driven by a lust to kill? What an idiot!' Rosa dropped the phone in her bed and lay back on her bed and continued prodding her witch doll, looking for any other spots it may have been falling apart, needle in hand

Though, she couldn't help but think about that text. Who did he want her to kill, if anybody? They'd have to be strong, if the smartass redhead was asking for her help, something she could even enjoy. She remembered hearing about how back then, during that inheritance ceremony thing, that a rival mafia were the cause of the damage she'd seen there.

Rosa looked at the doll's face. It could easily be recognized by her human face as a human figure, and she could even feel life from it, and yet, it was but a fabric imitation, which she could manipulate any way she wished. She took the needle in her hand and pressed it up to the tin can-sized doll's face. It gave no reaction of fear when she did it. Rosa then allowed the needle to puncture it's cheek. It lacked reaction, and nothing leaked from it. She pushed the needle all the way through it's face, until it pierced through the other side and pricked her hand. She instantly reacted and pulled her hand away, and examined the puncture. A tiny trickle of blood leaked from it. This is why humans were different.

Humans panicked at the sight of sharp objects, and reacted when punctured, and bled red substances, until they became limp, and they could be manipulated just as easily as puppets, except they didn't retain their liveliness like the way dolls could. She had yet to meet a human that could.

However, that wasn't all true. There were a few humans that still lived, in her, and she couldn't get them to go away. The first few times she'd ever killed, it was terrible, but she was taught how to brush it off, which she got better at every time she killed another, to the point where she could assassinate an entire family and not feel a thing. She figured those that still lived in her would die along with somebody else at some point, but that had not happened yet. Perhaps if she fought somebody stronger, they'd go away, perhaps they'd be prouder. And it has been quite a long time since she'd taken the life of another.

"Goddamnit," Rosa grumbled as she felt herself get out of bed and pick up her phone. She then started making use of the unlimited texting plan and wrote; "dont let any1 get in my way" before getting ready to leave. Perhaps there would be a good reason why she went. Besides, a Princess always has to accept an invitation anyway.