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Fuko Atarashi

"You have nothing to fear, well nothing but me." -Hist. Fam.

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a character in “Limerance”, originally authored by Alliqua_Dark, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"Sometimes the scariest things come in the cutest packages."



[ Chained Children of Darkness | ♣ L σ ℓ ℓ ι α ♣ ]



Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #b80000 || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #f2bf3d
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FULL NAME
      Fuko Kinna Atarashi

NICKNAME(S)
      Fuu-chan|| This is simply an affectionate shortening of her name, used by those who are friendly with her.
      Kin-Kin||Only those closest to her dare to call her Kin-Kin, it was a pet name her mother gave her as a child.


GENDER
      Female

AGE
      Unknown

SPECIES
      Being

SEXUALITY
      Asexual|| Although she enjoys "teasing" people.

NATIONALITY
      Unknown


I may look small but, I can be very scary.


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HEIGHT
      5'1"

WEIGHT
      115lbs

HAIR COLOR
      Black

EYE COLOR
      Blue and Gold.

GENERAL APPEARANCE
      Small in stature, she has no real curves or anything like that. She is slender and delicate like a precious porcelain doll. Her skin is unblemished, and her eyes haunt those who gaze into them for too long. Her black hair is like ebony, hanging in silky strands framing her small face. She usually wears a school-uniform type outfit, and her eye-patch that covers her golden eye. These Many people would look at her and discount her as a threat simply by how she looks. This sort of person doesn't live too long.


I'm more like a child alone in the dark, rather than a woman in the light.


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PERSONALITY
      ✦ Sadistic✧ Childlike ✦ Snide✧ Unstable ✦

      Sadistic||Fuko enjoys causing those around her pain, emotionally, mentally, and physically. Seeing others suffering makes her very happy. It never fails to provoke a true laugh out of the girl, not a laugh of malice or anything like that but one of true and pure joy. As such she will try and cause others around her this type of pain whenever possible, or whenever suits her needs. As an example, seeing other people sexually awkward makes her laugh so since she isn't attracted to anyone, she will taunt and tease. Childlike||Fuko is childlike, she adores stuffed animals and playing games. Sweets are her weakness, if someone was to give her a stuffed animal and some candy she would look on that person as a friend. If you are friends with her, she will only poke and prod at you more. Although she will protect you from other things. She also throws tantrums when she dosn't get what she wants. Fuko being childlike, she had huge dreams, although they were crushed. This gave her more of a young mindset, it helps her forget the pain, or does it? Snide||Fuko likes to mock people, she enjoys getting into their heads and messing it up. By mocking others she feels better about herself. This is a cover method for her own self, she is insecure and scared deep down so, by hurting others she forgets her own problems for awhile. Unstable||Fuko's state of mind is in a constant flux of emotion and struggle. She will become very emotional very fast, she can go from calm to stark-raving mad in a moments time. She can go from happy to angry or sad just as fast and as such people often don't even try to get close to her. This causes this problem of hers to get worse.


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      ✦Seeing people suffer - Fuko gets such great joy from seeing others suffer, especially if it creates some sort of emotional reaction.
      ✧Stuffed animals - Stuffed animals make her feel safe and whole again, they take her away from the world for awhile.
      ✦Rain - Fuko loves the rain because as the water hits her it comforts her a bit. Reminding her that not everything destroys.
      ✧Being in pain - Fuko is a bit of a masochist, she loves feeling pain and she especially likes it when she gets so worked up that she cries.
      ✦Classical music - Especially violin music, classical music makes her calm and helps her center herself.


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      ✦Kindness - Fuko doesn't like kindness because then she feels like she owes that person. Even though she's tough and scary she feels obligation to repay her debts, she also hates this about herself. Her sense of responsibility.
      ✧Loud noise - Loud noises scare her a lot, she will run and hide if there is a storm or if it gets too loud. Being the only girl, she was spoiled by her family members, then one day her parents stopped caring about her. This left her some deep fears.
      ✦Crowds - Fuko hates crowds, she doesn't like the idea of people touching her, or bumping into her. She's always been a bit afraid that someone would whisk her away amidst the crowd.
      ✧Trust - Fuko hates open trust, it makes her feel vulnerable, it makes her feel like the person she trusts will stab her in the back.


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TALENTS
      ✦Violin - Fuko can play violin, and when she does it takes her away into another world.
      ✧Manipulating - Fuko can manipulate people very well, she knows what gets people and uses that to her advantage all the time. She acts all ute to get what she wants, if that fails she resorts to violence.
      ✦Interrogation - Fuko is the best at interrogation. She can get people to tell her just about anything. Good cop/Bad cop is her specialty, sh can woo you by being cute but if that fails. . .
      ✧Gardening - Fuko loves plants and nature, she has dozens of plants and flowers in her room. She has an amazing touch with anything green.

FLAWS
      ✦Mopey - Fuko will often pout and have pity-parties for herself. She will go through her stages of sorrow and be inconsolable for no apparent reason.
      ✧Dishonest - Fuko is a notorious liar, it's very rare that she'd ever tell the truth.
      ✦Cruel - Fuko likes to be mean and or harsh to people whenever possible, it entertains her.
      ✧Split personality - Fuko has two persons inside of her. One is an innocent childlike girl and the other is a cruel and violent girl.

FEARS
      ✦The Voices - Fuko hears whispers in her head almost all the time, voices from her "sister" especially. The voices scare her, they torture her constantly.
      ✧Loss - If she gets close to someone losing them is the worst possible thing.
      ✦Illness - Illness scares her, it makes people weak and gross. It's not the death that bugs her, it's how people look while they're sick.


Come play a game with me. . .?


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POWER
      Destructive Energy Manipulation|| Fuko can create, shape and manipulate destructive energy, she is capable of destroying anything without leaving a single trace.


WEAPON
      Fuko wields a massive dark matter blade. Sometimes she just uses it as a hammer, that way she doesn't have to worry about swordplay.


Is it sad that I feel no regret?


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FAMILY
      -Will add as soon as other beings are completed-

BIO
      -Will add as soon as other beings are completed-


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OTHER
      Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ ✦ Rikka Takanashi

      Pᴏʀᴛʀᴀʏᴇᴅ Bʏ ✧ Alliqua_Dark

      ⒸⓄⓅⓎⓇⒾⒼⒽⓉ ⓌⒶⓇⓃⒾⓃⒼ
      Character basic form © aurei
      Modified by ઽ૮૨α. Please do not take without permission
      Modified for this RP by The_Queen


So begins...

Fuko Atarashi's Story

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Character Portrait: Fuko Atarashi Character Portrait: Kiku Atarashi Character Portrait: Doll Character Portrait: Sara Hinamura Character Portrait: Rosalinda Mackenzie Character Portrait: Atticus Character Portrait: Rubic Todd Character Portrait: ZERO Character Portrait: Thanyos

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Slang, a pretty but expressionless or unintelligent woman. I.e. "She's nothing more than a doll."



[ Dirty Paws | Of Monsters and Men ]



Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #66CDAA || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #008B8B╚╝



It was the same reoccurring nightmare, the one where the body hung from the rafters of the attic, a makeshift noose tightened around the being's throat; her body half eaten. There was another Being in the room, his hands and mouth covered in blood and a sick smile twisted across his lips as he turned and reached for the human. A scream ripped from Doll's body, her eyes flying open as she sat up in bed, panting. Someone grabbed her and forced Doll back into a laying position as she clawed at the air, yelling for the person not to touch her. "It's alright, you're alright. Nothing here is going to hurt you Loretta," her real name. It was something given to her by the first Being she had encountered, a sweet older one that had died once Doll was of age to be placed in a zoo. Only one person knew what it was and that was Master Atarashi.

The tears in her eyes began to dry, leaving a sticky feeling on her face. Thankfully the office she was made to sleep in until she could share with Rose and Sara was sound proof; or at least it muffled whatever noises were made in this space. Dr. Atarashi had brought Doll here on the grounds that he could heal her better in a smaller, safer environment but like every other Being's home she had ever been to, Doll was no guest. She was a pet and as far as owners went her new one was not the worst. "Why don't you get ready for the day?" Dr. Atarashi suggested quietly, releasing his hold on her since Doll had seemed to calm down. The blonde nodded her head and sat up, wiping the remnants of tears from her eyes so that Kiku would not see that she had been crying.

Today the outfit laid out for her today was a blue dress with a white apron. She recognized it as a story book character but the name escaped her. Doll shut her eyes and tilted her head, attempting to remember who it was but to no avail. She sighed and ran a brush through her long locks, braiding them quickly and exiting the room. Doll tugged at the collar around her throat, the lights blinking every few seconds to ensure it was on. The thing only had to functions, to keep track of her and ensure that Doll couldn't leave the property. The collar was a safety measure due to the events of her first day on the estate. After the initial shock of moving wore off Doll had gone into hiding. She hadn't left the estate, she just hid in the gardening shed behind a tall pot of unplanted tulips; scared to death after Zero's interrogation and being bombarded by questions.

Doll entered the kitchen, the humans had a separate eating space and only ate in the dining room when invited. She was either the first to arrive or was so late that the others had all eaten, Doll wasn't sure but one glance at the clock across the space indicated it was still morning. "Morning Doll," the Atarashi's chef said, waving his spatula in greeting. "Good morning Grell," Doll replied and sat at the table, delighted when he put a plate of eggs with cheese and vegetables in front of her. The human dug in, eating her fill rather quickly and taking a swig of water. Should she wait to see if the others would come? Or go up to Kiku? Doll fidgeted in her seat as she thought and decided she should face her Master.

She walked up the two flights of stairs to his room, hesitating as she raised her arm to knock. "Kiku?" Doll tapped her fist against the door twice before opening the door a splice to peek inside. The room was dark, the blackout curtains drawn shut. Should she come back later or wake him up? Was he even in bed? Doll couldn't tell as the room was pitch black. She stepped inside, fear quickly crawling up her spine. Doll stepped out once more and shut the door, sliding against it until she was sitting on the ground with her arms around her knees. She would wait out here where it was light, yes that was a much better idea.

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Character Portrait: Fuko Atarashi Character Portrait: Sara Hinamura Character Portrait: Rosalinda Mackenzie Character Portrait: ZERO

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"The world isn't so bad if people were thankful for the fact that they're alive. Then again, are you really alive? Are we living, or simply surviving?"



[ Snow Song || Hatsune Miku ]



Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ✦ #00A99E
Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ✧ #0054A5
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Sara awoke to an empty room, the sunlight and faint sound of chirping birds being the only thing to assure she was awake and not still dreaming. It seemed Rosa had already woken up and left. Not at all surprising, since the older girl usually woke up early. Sitting up, Sara sighed lightly and carefully got up, keeping her eyes on the floor as she stood. There had been countless incidents with her previous Master leaving tacks by her bed for when Sara got up in the morning and she hardly wanted to go through that again.

Much to her surprise, the outfit that had been laid out for Sara to wear that day wasn't the odd orange and brown uniform, but instead her own personal clothing that she'd picked out before. It was definitely more comfortable than a skirt, and so she quickly dressed in the black shorts, white tank top, and teal blue sweater. She'd also been gifted a pair of black leather boots, which she actually loved, despite being terribly frightened when she'd received them from Mistress Atarashi.

When Sara entered the kitchen, the smell of sweets and pastries was overwhelming in the decently small room. It was also quite warm in there, much to her discomfort. "Good morning, Sara." Grell was happy as usual, and Sara nodded a greeting to him as she took a seat, slowly eating the food he'd set out for her. Looking over to Rosa, Sara was impressed. The redhead was concentrating hard on whatever she was cooking and the younger girl assumed she was helping Grell with his chores. Sara thought it was very kind.

Grell left only a moment after Sara had finished eating, and since Rosa was occupied, she made her way out of the kitchen and started to look around. It was still early in the morning, and Sara made it a point not to wake anyone, whether on accident or not. In order to adhere to her self-set rule she commonly spent the mornings in her room drawing or walking around the house, admiring the art on the walls and the scenery outside. Granted, it was probably rare for a human to care about the little things while still being a slave...

Sara had never really thought of the situation as slavery. With her previous Masters? Definitely. But with Zero? It wasn't really slavery, he let her do what she wanted most of the time. He was quiet like her and because of that the two rarely spoke, despite spending most of their time together. He hadn't ever hurt her, nor yelled at her, not even raised his voice. Things were peaceful. In all honesty, Sara feared his siblings more than him. Especially Fuko, with her fearful aura and that God-awful gleam in her child-like eyes.

Looking around, Sara noticed that she'd grown bored of seeing the same paintings every morning, and so instead she traveled up the stairs to find her Master's bedroom and see if maybe - a hopeful maybe - he'd already be awake.

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Character Portrait: Fuko Atarashi Character Portrait: Atticus

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"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."

-Robert Frost




[ Glory and Gore | Lorde ]



Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ DE9250 || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #C29C7A
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Atticus didn't feel alive. He knew that he was, though, because he was breathing and living things breathed, but he didn't feel it. His eyes felt closed when they were open and his brain felt asleep when he was awake. Atticus felt very... foggy. He didn't have the word that explained it.

Mornings, Atticus was finding, tended to be like this. Maybe he just wasn't fully used to his current situation yet, or maybe he just wasn't getting much sleep. It could have been either one, really. Or both. Simple things slipped past him and even simpler things angered him, like how he was supposed to pick out his own clothes or how he had to live around so many people and was expected to not scream at any one of them.

People, he thought. Are what you call humans. Beings aren't humans. Beings were monsters and killers and could maybe look like humans, but Atticus didn't consider them to be people. They weren't, after all. They were so much worse.

He was captive-born and captive-raised, meaning he had been around Beings his entire life. He had seen them through fences and he had seen them up close, and never once had they given him a reason to like them. They had stuck him in a cage since the day he was born, and now they had traded that cage for a slightly bigger one. The only real difference was that instead of being part of an exhibit to look at, Atticus had become someones pet. Someones property.

Atticus wasn't sure how he felt about it. It was freedom in a way, because he could walk where he wanted and eat when he wanted, and he was pretty sure that he could walk and eat at the same time if he wanted to (though he hadn't gotten around to trying that yet), but he still felt... trapped. Atticus didn't have the word that explained that one, either.

He wished that he had a larger vocabulary.

White shirt or brown shirt? Atticus thought, staring at himself in the mirror while holding the two shirts close to him. He glanced over at the rest of his clothes, neatly organized in a mess spewed across the floor. Blue shirt, maybe. Choosing clothes still seemed like an impossible task to him. How everyone else seemed to do it with so much ease seemed even more impossible. How did they know what colours went with what? How did they not end up wearing their pants backward or their shirts inside out? Atticus scowled. His pajamas looked like they matched fairly well, didn't they? It wouldn't be too bad if he just kept wearing them.

He left the two shirts on the floor behind him and walked out into the hall. The house was big, to say the least. Big enough that Atticus rarely found himself running into anyone. Still, he was finally beginning to remember which hallways led where and which doors led to what rooms. Fuko, his 'owner's room, was... Atticus paused. He didn't fully remember where that one was yet. He began walking in the general direction of it anyway, and then after a few moments of walking his feet seemed to remember where to go.

"FUKO! HEY, GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS!" Atticus shouted, knocking heavily on her bedroom door. Fuko Atarashi wasn't the nicest of Beings, and Atticus wasn't the politest of humans. Suffice to say, they did not get along too well. "IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO GET UP! STOP BEING LAZY." The last part wasn't too necessary, Atticus thought, but it felt good to say it to her nonetheless.

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"Sometimes the scariest things come in the cutest packages."



[ Chained Children of Darkness | ♣ L σ ℓ ℓ ι α ♣ ]



Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #b80000 || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #f2bf3d
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Fuko woke up with a start, she was screaming and breathing heavily. She knew it wasn't even daybreak. Then at the foot of her bed she saw Dr. Atarashi, her father.
"Fuu-chan my darling. You were having another bad dream weren't you? I brought you your medications."

"I don't w-want the medicine." She muttered softly. Her breath was coming in ragged breaths. It was getting harder to wake up every morning, her heart was becoming weaker. Although she refused to let this slow her down. No one but her father would see her show any sign of any amount of weakness. Ever.

"Look, my princess. If you don't take it. . ."

Fuko's upper lip curled, then with a yell she knocked the medicine out of the man's hands. "I said I didn't want it! Leave me, at once!" Fuko whispered between clenched teeth. Her father sighed and ruffled her hair, then he took his leave, leaving behind the medications on her bedside table. Fuko watched him leave, swinging her feet over the side of the bed with a heavy sigh she got up and got dressed.

She had been brushing her hair tenderly when she heard a ruckus outside her door. Banging and shouting.

"FUKO! HEY, GUESS WHAT TIME IT IS! IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO GET UP! STOP BEING LAZY." Fuko tsked and bit her lower lip angrily. His outburst had startled her, causing her to yank down on her hair. Strapping on her eye-patch she made her way over to the door, composing herself before opening the door.

"You are a fool. A loud obnoxious fool." Fuko snarled, grabbing Atticus by the lapels and yanking him inside with shocking strength for something her size. She held him against the wall, her lip curling like that of a wild beast.
"You have angered me for the last time Atticus, for this you will pay. Do not forget your place boy!" Fuko reeled back slapping the boy once across the face. "You caused me to yank on my hair. Your blatant ignorance is almost amusing. I could destroy you with one thought. Never forget how lucky you are I am merciful." Fuko let him go, brushing her hands on her skirt. She then put a part of her hair up in the side ponytail she always wore. Looking back to the orange haired boy she smiled sweetly. Almost like she was another person.

"Atty, I'm sorry. I just, I'm not a morning person. Forgive my meanness won't you?" Fuko's voice was soft and innocent as she approached. She put a finger on the boys chest, walking her fingers up his chest and leaning her head on his shoulder seductively gazing up at him.
"You know I just get. . . Angry. Forgive me." Then quieter. "Please Atticus." Fuko had made sure to close the door he had entered through, leaving her and the boy alone inside. A part of Fuko was attracted to this boy, to the fire within him.

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"The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."

-Robert Frost




[ Glory and Gore | Lorde ]



Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #DE9250 || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #C29C7A
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Atticus didn't know what kind of reaction he was expecting from Fuko when he yelled at her through the door. Her getting angry at him? He could at least predict that much.

"You are a fool. A loud obnoxious fool." Fuko snarled at him. Atticus grinned, pleased by her anger, but it quickly turned into a confused frown when she grabbed him and dragged her into her room. Fuko had a lot of odd things about her, Atticus noticed. But the strength she had despite her small size was probably one of the oddest. Plus there was the fact that someone as tiny as her was managing to hold him up against a wall with complete ease. That could have been considered odd, too.

Then, Fuko did something that Atticus hadn't been able to predict. He had thought that maybe she would just yell at him for a few moments, maybe give him a very rudely worded lecture of respect, but Fuko had decided to do something else. Something that made Atticus remember his life spent at the zoo. She hit him. He had flinched back as she had raised her hand, and still it had struck him.

Atticus hated the feeling of being hit.

He didn't listen to what she had said after that. It had something to do with ignorance, something about destroying him with her brain maybe, and her words could have included her being merciful though Atticus wasn't too sure if his ears had heard that part properly. He was too busy focusing on the stinging on his cheek to give enough attention to the sound of her voice. For a few seconds, Atticus was frozen.

Fuko turned toward him again, this time with a smile on her face, and she gave Atticus what he assumed was intended to be an apology. He narrowed his eyes at her, debating whether or not if he should walk out of the room and leave her being unforgiven. He doubted that she would care, though. Fuko didn't seem like the type of person who cared about things a whole lot.

She got closer to him, which made him feel much less than comfortable. What was she trying to do, anyway? One minute she was furious, then the next she was... something. Completely different. Atticus felt tempted to push her away. "You're just a monster, Fuko." He snapped, doing exactly that. As soon as she was away from him though, Atticus realized with a sense of fear that she was probably going to hit him again. But even if she does, Atticus thought, trying to reason. What's the worse that would happen? You're not gonna die here. She can't be allowed to kill you. Though Atticus wondered if Fuko would still try.

He moved to a different spot in the bedroom that was reasonably much closer to the door. He sat down on the floor with his arms wrapped around his legs, unsure of what else to do. Could he leave? He thought of it, and then he also thought of Fuko yelling at him for doing something without her telling him to. Atticus sighed and rested his head on his knees. He felt like he was on leash that was too short for him, and that if he tried to run away he'd be throwing himself right into an electric fence.

One place of captivity to another...

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"Sometimes the scariest things come in the cutest packages."



[ Chained Children of Darkness | ♣ L σ ℓ ℓ ι α ♣ ]



Dɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✦ #b80000 || Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ Cᴏʟᴏʀ ✧ #f2bf3d
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Fuko was feeling fairly happy, repentant for striking her little pet but. . . Then he snapped at her. He even shoved her back, she fell onto the ground, eyes wide. What just happened. . . Fuko felt a pain in her chest, tears slid down her face, she couldn't control it. She stood shaking and looked down at the boy holding his knees.

Sniffling and still crying, her voice was weak, shaky even."Monster? Monster. . . I am aren't I? Do you think I want to be a freak! You ever think maybe I didn't ask to be this way? I CAN'T CHOOSE WHAT I AM!" Her voice rising to a shout, she fell to her knees and was struggling to breathe. I should have let Daddy give me medicine. She realized she was showing weakness to this boy, she had done it out of choice. . . Why? Was her subconscious attached to him? No, she looked up at him, her breath was struggling.

"You could kill me right now, you could kill me while I'm like this. Take my money and leave." Fuko manged to cough out as she tried to stand. It failed of course. Fuko hated her life, it took her this boy to realize it. She shook her head and coughed. She wouldn't let this fool infiltrate her head. She was just like this because she had refused the medicines. She looked around, hoping maybe they were on the ground, she began looking frantically. Under her bed, around the nightstand everywhere. Nothing. Daddy had picked them up. . .

Fuko looked over to Atticus with a look of defeat on her face. She noticed she had frightened him, and she also woke up to the fact that she did indeed like him. He made her laugh. Not around him of course but, no matter, he would never trust her. Nor should he. She wanted him to. For the first time she wanted someone to like her back. This carrot-topped fool had wormed into her black heart. She didn't know how to show it. Was this really what happens when I don't take the meds? I'm a wreck.

Fuko crawled over to Atticus, a few inches away, looking into his eyes with tears Fuko whispered.

"I need medicine from my dad, I need you to get it. I feel weak. Please. . . I'll owe you a favor." Fuko lowered her head and sniffled. She needed meds to fog up her feelings. Without it she was a emotional wreck.

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Character Portrait: Fuko Atarashi Character Portrait: Kiku Atarashi Character Portrait: Doll Character Portrait: Sara Hinamura Character Portrait: Rosalinda Mackenzie Character Portrait: Atticus Character Portrait: ZERO Character Portrait: Thanyos

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Slang, a pretty but expressionless or unintelligent woman. I.e. "She's nothing more than a doll."



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"Kiku... I-I'm scared. I-I don't know what's going on." Doll said into the camera as soon as the gag was removed from her mouth. She wasn't sure how long she had been here, there were no windows so she had no sense of time. All Doll knew was that she had to go to the bathroom and that Grell was dead. His blood still stained her pajamas, Doll had been standing close by when he was shot. The two had been tracing constellations in the garden when a bullet met his head and his blood sprayed onto her. Doll had screamed and was quickly kicked in the side. She hadn't been killed because killing humans was illegal and somehow the government always knew when one of them died so they had taken Doll and she wasn't sure what her purpose here was.

Tears ran down her face as one of her captor's snaked his hand down her shirt. "I sure am going to have fun with my new toy," he said into the camera, removing his hand and pulling at a strand of hair that had gotten loose from her ponytail. He sniffed it greedily, watching the lens that was supposedly a live feed to the Atarashi household. "Anything else you want to tell your dear master?"

"It's a trap!" Doll screamed as tears continued to flow. "Don't come! They're going to hurt you!" She felt the butt of a gun hit her head again and the chair toppled over, leaving Doll on her side. They rushed to turn the camera off, leaving a quick message that they should come with the requested money if they ever wanted to see her again. Doll was glad she had warned him, she would do it again if she had to. "Stupid human," Doll was grabbed by her hair, the one in the panda mask gripping her locks tightly and pulling Doll up. "I'll make you regret that," panda mask whispered, dropping her. Doll couldn't catch herself because her hands were tied to the back of the chair and so she fell to the ground once more, her jaw connecting with the concrete. "You won't get away with this," Doll growled. She was feeling rather brave after that although she was still shaking.

"Oh yes we will," panda left then along with fox and rabbit, leaving Doll alone on the ground. She blinked the rest of the tears away, glad that she had warned Kiku. Doll had been in the Atarashi household nearly a month now, she had learned how to get around Fuko's door without alerting her that she was there, she had discovered that Zero had a soft side for Sara and had been forced to watch Top Gun with Thanyos, Kiku, and Rosalinda. Doll had been rather enchanted by the film but the others acted as though it didn't impress them. Doll had also learned that she and Atticus had lived in the same zoo, although they had never seen each other and talked for hours about everything and anything. The collar had been removed, she had moved in with Sara and Rosalinda, she had made so many wonderful memories and the thought of them all made her smile.

At least they were safe, if anyone had to be taken and beaten up Doll was glad it was her. Her friends would be able to sleep easy. They might worry for a while, they may not give her a second thought, but Doll was happy that they were alive and well. Doll was resigned to her fate, she would probably die here in the tiny cell underground but at least there were people with memories of her, evidence she had lived and Doll couldn't have asked for more.

She awoke to darkness, Doll's need to go to the bathroom had become urgent and she rubbed her knees together in an attempt to make the feeling go away. "Excuse me!" Doll called, hoping she could be heard through the thick metal door. "I have to use the restroom!" Doll called twice more before the door finally opened. "Shut up!" Rabbit growled and pulled Doll up. He grabbed the back of the chair and dragged it out, leading Doll down a series of hallways lit by candles. Finally they entered another room and stopped. Rabbit locked the door and untied her from the chair. "Don't try anything," he said and turned around to give her some privacy.

It was a relief and soon Doll was back in the first room. She was retied to the chair and left alone once more. Doll had dozed off again, awaking when Fox came with a bottle of water. As far as doll could tell Fox was female and held the bottle to Doll's lips as she drank greedily. She hadn't realized how dry her tongue had felt until her thirst was quenched and water spilled out of the bottle and onto her lap, but Doll didn't care. Her hunger pangs silenced as well and as Fox left Doll uttered a quiet, "thank you."

The next time Doll awoke she was curled up in the corner of a dark space. Doll lifted her arms and found that it was hardly bigger than a packing box. She could feel the heavy chains weighing her arms down and tying her ankles together. Panic seized her, it was completely dark. "Let me out!" Doll screamed, banging against the metal walls. "Please, I won't try anything! Please I-I hate the dark!" Doll choked on her words. They didn't care, there was no one listening and she cried until she was asleep again.

Days passed, that was all Doll knew. She had lashed out when Panda slid his hand down her shirt again and so they had taken her pajamas, leaving Doll to shiver in her underwear in that tiny metal box. If Doll was good she got to be in the room, in front of the camera that was always watching her, supposedly connected to one of the computers in the Atarashi household. The weight she had gained there was quickly being shed and she grew weak as days passed. The fire in her had died out and the only time Doll fought was when Panda came. She would not give into him so easily.

Doll felt like a shell, she did nothing except lay on the floor,sometimes at her side, sometimes on her back, always staring at the ceiling. Sometimes when she shifted the chains would jingle and she would imagine it was really the keys in the door, that it was Kiku and he hadn't listened to her warnings and came to save her. Why would he though? Surely Doll was easily replaceable? Surely she had meant nothing to Kiku... It stung to think this but it was the only way that Doll could detach herself from the hope that they were coming-that he was coming. There were no more tears she could shed and the cold against her bare skin no longer bothered her. Doll had finally made peace with death, the end was close for her and then... Then what? Would she meet her parents in heaven? Would she find a community of humans in the sky that had met untimely deaths like hers? Or would it be eternal blackness? Doll closed her eyes, imagining that she was back home, it wasn't her home of course, but it was the closest thing to a home she had, had and so Doll thought about Atticus and Thanyos, Zero and Sara, Rosalinda, Grell, Dr. and Mrs. Atarashi, and of course she thought about Kiku. She thought of his voice when he read to her, how he would sometimes pretend to be the character or would read super slowly to add dramatic effect. The last book he had read aloud to her was the Wizard of Oz and occasionally Doll would think that she was Dorothy and this was just a bad dream, but every time she woke up it was either in that tiny dark metal box or in the room underground.

Once in a while Doll would say something to the camera, she would tell Kiku not to worry, that it would be over soon and she would thank Dr. Atarashi for all he had done, more than once Fox or Rabbit had come to the door and yelled at her to shut up. More than once Doll had attempted to strangle herself with the chains to make the end come faster, but they would come running and stopped her by throwing her in the box where there was no room to do such a thing and Doll began to believe that the camera wasn't connected to the main computer in the Atarashi house but to some sort of security room where her captors could watch her.

No one ever came for her. Doll began to crave what little human interaction she got through Fox and Rabbit, she even began to look forward to when Panda visited. Last time he came Doll had bit him and she was satisfied with the scream she had drew from that ugly sounding man. Sometimes they would toss her a piece of bread, one time they had even given Doll a slice of leftover pizza but the food hadn't agreed with her and she had spent the night on her side, quivering in pain and vomiting what little food she had in her stomach. It was worth it though, Doll would eat it again if it was offered. They had begun handling her with kid gloves and so she hadn't gotten anything but water for the next few days. Doll still had yet to get her clothes back, Rabbit had sort of hinted that they threw them out and Doll wasn't sure why. She didn't care anymore though because her body was numb and had gotten used to the pain and cold, the chains digging into her skin no longer bothered her and all she did really was sleep or talk to herself. It was boring, but Doll kept reassuring herself that it wouldn't be like this much longer. Soon she would be with Mom and Dad.

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Character Portrait: Fuko Atarashi Character Portrait: Kiku Atarashi Character Portrait: Doll Character Portrait: Sara Hinamura Character Portrait: Rosalinda Mackenzie Character Portrait: Atticus Character Portrait: ZERO Character Portrait: Thanyos

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Slang, a pretty but expressionless or unintelligent woman. I.e. "She's nothing more than a toy."



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Doll turned over in bed, she had been home, or at least the place she considered her home, for about a week now after recovering at Dr. Atarashi's clinic for a while. The first few nights had been terrifying, clinging to whatever shreds of life remained in her, hearing the constant steady beep of machine's behind the walls of the isolated room she was forced to stay in so as not to be exposed to any foreign germs. It hadn't been one surgery like Dr. Atarashi had been expecting, in order to reverse the damage the animal masked being's had caused, Doll had undergone five surgeries. The only thing she could think about though was being excited to return home.

To see Rosa and Zero, Sara, Thanyos, Atticus, Fuko, and Kiku. Especially Kiku. She hadn't gotten to see any of them yet though as the house was unusually quiet when she returned and Dr. Atarashi had sent Doll right up to bed despite the fact that it was midday. He had said she was still recovering and shouldn't move around too much and that she had waited this long, a little while more wouldn't kill her. It felt like it though and Doll tirelessly tossed and turned, hoping that anyone of her friend's would pass through the doors and enter the room. What condition was Rosa in? She had been taken too and Doll was concerned. Although, if she had to, Doll would not hesitate to take another blow for her friend. It was just pain which was nothing foreign to her.

Doll slid from between the sheets and onto the cool floor, feeling restless as she made her way over to the stand alone mirror beside the window. She lifted up the soft blue shirt she was wearing to reveal the scars and ran her fingers over the tender flesh, marveling at how numb the area was thanks to the pain drugs and magic of science. Doll's skin was still warm to the touch and red, forever marred from the claws of being's. Doll turned to return to her bed, wondering how she was going to occupy herself until dinner and stopped. Her eyes traveled the length of the room to where a book sat on the dresser. Curious, Doll picked up the slim novel, wondering where it had come from. It was obviously not one of Sara or Rosa's as both girls could read. This one had simple letters in a large font and wonderful water color pictures printed on the front.

Doll returned to the bed, settling between the covers as she wished for the thousandth time that she could read. Instead of pondering too long on it though she opened up flimsy cover and marveled at the first photo. A landscape spotted with trees and yellow daisies greeted her. The next page had an endless ocean with a sandy beach and little white and gray flecked birds in top hats playing in the waves. She giggled, turning to the next page and wondering who had left this here. The final photo was of a zoo, but rather than humans inside of the cages there were animals of all sorts of colors and sizes. Ones with stripes or spots, some adorned with leathery gray skin and tusks or standing as tall as the trees. Doll ran her fingers over the page as though her intention were to pet them.

She felt sad for these poor beasts and could sympathize with them. To be locked behind bars was no way to live. Unconsciously Doll rubbed her wrists. The skin was still raw from being peeled by the chains but slowly the scars began to heal and with them so did Doll. She may no longer have the seamless porcelain skin that had warranted the nickname, but each scar was a memory. As Doll closed the book she looked at the book and her smile quickly faded, a feeling of terror and dread filling her chest. On the back were pictures of a rabbit, fox, and panda.

Doll quickly hurled the book across the room, watching it sail through the air and land near the bathroom. She grabbed the edge of the covers, pulling the blankets over her head in an attempt to hide. "No, no, no." Doll muttered to herself, squeezing her eyes shut and covering her ears with her hands. No they were dead, Kiku had killed them, they could no longer hurt him or Rosa or her. The memory of Panda's slimy fingers running between her chest was enough to make goosebumps crawl along her arms. The snarling and beating, being near death and speaking deliriously to a camera in order to warn Kiku to stay away, the chains, and embarrassment and shame.

Tears pricked her eyes, Doll shook her head. No it was over, she was safe here. Grell may be dead, sure a few of the windows had to be replaced, but it was still home. She was finally home.