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The first time Mondo Oowada held a doll was back in first grade of elementary school. One of his female classmates had accidentally put it in his bag instead of hers, and by the time he found it in his bag he was already home. It was a pretty in pink party doll in a frilly ball gown. It's synthetic hair had tied tightly into a large bun on the top of it's head with little sparkle coated strands. It's face was painted with ugly makeup and an eerie glint in its eyes. Besides how creepy Mondo had thought it looked, it was in pretty good condition, as if it was only played with a few times. Mondo wasn't entirely sure what to do with the thing at first, just stared at it in fascination...until Daiya walked in and proceeded to tease him for having the girly toy, and the younger brother immediately threw the doll away in embarrassment. The next day his female classmate had been so distraught looking for her pretty doll, and Mondo felt guilty for not returning it. The guilt subsided a few days later when his classmate came in with a replacement doll.
Mondo remembered how the doll had an exaggerated cheery smile forever imprinted on it's face; how the dress had felt crinkled in his hands from the somewhat coarse fabric on the dress, and he wondered how girls could play with such stupid things.
Now, the only thing the biker could think was that the one he was holding now feels ten times different than the one from his childhood.
The first difference was that instead of it being a pretty girl doll, this doll was male. Instead of a fluffy pink on pink ball gown, this doll was wearing a pristine white uniform with shiny black boots that went just below the knee. Instead of a large bun that was larger than the dolls head, it was short black hair brushed back, spiking out in different directions. Instead of having an eerie smile with obnoxious makeup, this doll had a somber, almost angry expression on it's pale face, with bright, glassy red eyes staring up at him.
The biggest difference between the doll he had back then and the one he's holding now is that he knew where the party doll had come from, while he has absolutely no idea where he got the one he's holding now.
...
...Okay, so maybe he had one idea...
It was an accident though! He hadn't meant to hit that stupid toy cart! It wasn't his fault that the old lady couldn't see him coming!
...
...So he might of been going a bit higher than the speed limit, but that didn't mean it was his fault! Who the hell has traveling toy carts anymore?! That was like, over a thousand years ago or something! ...Right?
Besides! He helped the old lady put her cart back together anyway, picking up all the toys and putting the rickety wheel back on, and he doesn't remember seeing any dolls like this on that cart! And not only that, how the hell could the doll have gotten in his bag when it had stayed on his motorcycle??
Mondo sighed in frustration and scratched the back of his neck. He had to admit though, despite its unknown origins, the doll was pretty well made. It didn't feel like cheap plastic, and the clothes were definitely nicer, almost like they were made with some pricey material. He didn't want to just throw it away like he did that other doll, perhaps he could get some money for it or something.
Laying the doll down on his desk, Mondo stretched his aching body, and got ready for bed. He'd figure out what to do with the doll tomorrow...
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Mondo woke up to his alarm clock blaring louder than usual. He reached over blindly to turn it off, and once that was accomplished, blinked the sleep out of his eyes to glance at the clock.
...What the fuck? He was pretty sure he had set his alarm to 9, why the hell was it going off at 6?! It was Saturday, who gets up at 6 on Saturday?! Mondo growled in annoyance and turned his back to the stupid device in an attempt to go back to sleep. Maybe it was just faulty wiring, after all, the thing was old and had seen better treatment... Just as he was drifting back to sleep, the alarm went off again causing Mondo to sit up in annoyance. Reaching over to turn the clock off, the biker paused and drew his hand back. There, sitting next to the clock, was the prince doll. Mondo stared for a moment.
Didn't he put the doll on his desk?
Mondo shook his head and turned the alarm off. He was still delirious from sleep, clearly. Dolls don't move, that only happened in horror movies or some shit. Seeing as he probably wouldn't be able to fall back to sleep, Mondo begrudgingly got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to wash up. Maybe a quick shower will help clear his head.
When Mondo returned to his room a half hour later, squeaky clean and halfway dressed, he noticed two things off with his room. The first being that his normally messy room was completely spotless. The clothes on the floor were in the hamper he forgot where he had placed, the papers on his desk were organized and less cluttered, even his bed was made. And the other thing?
The doll that had once been sitting on his bedside table, was now sitting on his bed against the fluffed up pillows.
"What the fuck?!"
Mondo took a quick step backwards, hitting the door frame. What the hell? How the fuck did this…
Wait. Daiya. It had to be him right? Dolls can’t move, or clean up bedrooms. They just don’t.
“Fucking Daiya...tryin’ to scare me…” Mondo put his hand to his forehead, closing his eyes as he rubbed his temples..
“Who is Daiya?”
Mondo felt his heart stop. His eyes snapped open, giving a quick glance around his room before they zeroed in on the doll. It was still sitting there, straight up against the pillows, its glassy eyes glancing in his direction. Mondo's whole body was stiff, not believing that he heard a voice. Attempting to swallow the lump that formed in his throat, the biker opened his mouth.
“Wanna repeat that?”
Mondo watched as the doll just sat there, unmoving, feeling as if its red eyes were judging him. After another beat of silence, The young gang leader let out a shaky laugh.
“Great, now ‘m hearin’ things.” Turning around, Mondo grabbed the doorknob. As he opened the door, the voice called out again.
“You should take better care of your room, it was horrendous.”
Mondo spun around and looked at the doll again. It hadn’t moved from it’s spot on the bed. Giving it a suspicious look, Mondo slowly sauntered over towards the little prince doll, ready to fling this doll across the room.
“Ya wanna say that my face?” He growled lowly, the anger tinging through.
Another beat of silence, but instead of turning around, Mondo went to grab the doll. Should have thrown it away sooner.
“I said you should take better care of your room. It would be beneficial to you for a healthy lifestyle.” The little prince doll moved it's head to look up at Mondo, determination set on its porcelain colored face. Mondo froze once more, his hand out stretched and only inches away from the little prince. It moved, holy shit it moved. While Mondo was having a mental breakdown, the little prince doll too this opportunity to grab a hold of Mondo's out stretched hand to stand up.
That’s when Mondo screamed.
He quickly propelled himself backwards, trying to get as far away from the doll as possible. He fell down on his back from the force, scooted himself as far back as he could go, hitting the wall with wide eyes.
“Please refrain from yelling, it is still early, you might disturb your neighbors!” The little prince doll walked over to the edge of the bed, looking down at Mondo with distaste. It quickly faded into a look of concern. “Are you alright? Do you need medical attention?”
Confusion spread across the biker's face. What the hell was going on?!
“You...what the fuck are you?!”
“I am Kiyotaka Ishimaru! I am your new doll caretaker!” The little prince doll bowed low, then raised itself back up with a cheery smile. Mondo wasn’t sure whether or not it was the fact that he hit his head on the wall, the impact from his fall, if he was dreaming this entire encounter, but before he could figure that out, his consciousness swirled into black.
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Mondo awoke with a groan, his head pounding, though he isn't sure why. Raising his arm over his head, he slunk further into his pillows.
“That was the weirdest fucking dream I’ve had in awhile.”
“May I ask what the dream was about?”
Mondo slowly moved his arm away from his eyes and looked over to see the doll, Kiyotaka, sitting next to him, his back straight and his hands folded in his lap.
“Well fuck, you’re really here.” Mondo squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head slowly.
“Yes, I am here to assist you! I moved you to your bed so you can be more comfortable when you fainted.” Kiyotaka informs him. Mondo raised an eyebrow at that.
“How the hell did you get me on my bed?”
“I carried you of course! It wasn't that difficult as you weren't that far from your bed.” Kiyotaka said, puffing his chest out slightly. Mondo groaned once more and put his arm back over his face.
“So this is really happening. I really have a living doll in my bedroom, sitting next to me on my bed, acting as a care taker?”
“That is correct! I hope we can get along…er…” Kiyotaka trailed off.
“Whassa matter?”
“I just realized, I do not know your name!” The doll suddenly became sheepish, going to scratch at his cheek.
“Ya claim ya going to be my caretaker but ya don’t even know my name?” Mondo let out a huff, his other arm raising to gesture lazily at himself.
“I apologize for my rudeness! I should have asked you sooner!”
Once again Mondo moved his arm away from his head to see the little prince near hysterics. Kiyotaka’s eyebrows furrowed and he was biting his bottom lip. If he were human, Mondo was pretty sure he would be crying.
“H-hey, relax I'm not mad, shit I was just messing with you!” Mondo said, not wanting to deal with an upset doll. Kiyotaka sniffled a little bit before nodding his head.
“If...if you are sure, then I shall believe you.” Kiyotaka began to stand up from his spot on the bed. "So then, what is your name?" Mondo hesitated for a moment, did he really want this...thing...to know his name? Figuring it really couldn't hurt. " The name's Mondo Oowada." "Mondo Oowada. A fine name! I shall not forget it!" Kiyotaka claps his hands together, before he tilts his head down at his new charge. "Now then, do you require anything Oowada-kun? Is your head alright?”
“It’s fine. I can get it myself.” Mondo sat up, but Kiyotaka was quicker. He went to stand in front of Mondo and held his arms out.
“Nonsense! It’s my job to make sure you become well! I will get you whatever you need, just ask!” Kiyotaka beamed, his voice gaining volume. Mondo shrugged his shoulders awkwardly.
“Uh, I got a nasty headache…”
“Then I shall go get you some aspirin and make you some tea! I will be back!” Kiyotaka saluted and began to climb down the bed, and speed walked out of the room. Mondo sat there for a few more minutes, blinking slowly at the doorway, before flopping back into his pillows.
“What the hell did I just get myself into?”