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Dollhouse
Dollhouse
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° I should[/u]have knocked the stupid idea out of his head ...! °Yuri's hand deformed into an almost steel fist and his gaze threatened to impale the dusty path under his feet.
° Why the hell did I have to talk to this dodgy man on the street corner too ..?! °The young man made an acidic noise and ignored his comrade's worried eyes as best he could.
° Not much longer and she'll ask me if I'm okay ... °The thought didn't bother him, however; even if he would never admit it openly, Karin was his great support in this whole disaster.
Of course he could also rely on his other companions, consisting of the white wolf Blanca, who was smarter than many other human figures could ever be, Lucia, a beautiful fortune teller, Joachim, a vampire and "hero of justice" - Papillon, like He called himself Anastasia, the princess of the Romanovs who was now traveling with them, who was already hanging on Kurando's - a loyal and devoted samurai - sleeve and raving about various things to him. But Karin had always had an eye for his moods and exposed his ailments, according to his taste, too often and, above all, too quickly. He could very seldom play anything for her, just like his mother.
"Yuri ... Are you alright?", She had come closer to him and had whispered the words a little.° Yes, good old Karin ... °he thought, smiling inwardly. Outwardly, he shot a deadly look at the frail old man who was leading them to their newly chosen destination.
"With me, yes ... Butthat oneobviously doesn't have all the cups in the cupboard anymore.", He growled. Karin looked at the annoyed look on Yuri's face for a few moments in silence.
"Well ... It's not the first time that one of us has set a new goal on our own and we just come along."
"I know ... Still. What's that supposed to mean ?! Just because the funny guy next to the street was talking about pretty dolls and a creepy house, do we have to look at it now? If you ask me, the old man has one up there." at the bar. ", Yuri, to whom the whole situation strangely seemed very familiar, left his anger some space and complained loud enough that all companions could hear it clearly - including the" old man "at the front, Gepetto, the french puppeteer.
"Boy, I can hear everything you are talking about back there! If you don't like it, then sit down in a pub and have a drink!" Said Gepetto, somewhat angry thanks to the younger man's lack of tolerance, over his shoulder. Half-suppressed giggles could be heard from some quarters.
"Argh ... shut up ... you are the one who always hangs on the counter all the time.", Was Yuri's imaginative counterattack to Gepetto's harsh words.Yuri clasped his hands behind his head and looked pouting at the setting spring sun. The sound of the sea had long since ceased to exist behind them and the troop kept going further inland. Japan seemed very small to him now. Yuri and others had been on the road for more than half a year, on the trail of a secret organization - not without reason, but he didn't want to dig up the matter with the curse that lay on him again. They had wandered all over Europe and ended up stranded here in his home country Japan. He enjoyed the wind that gently played with his hair and caressed his skin for a brief moment, in his mind at happier times. Karin next to him had fallen silent. She had probably noticed that his head was somewhere else for a long time.
The wind that breathed past his ear reminded him of the gentle, loving laugh that he hadn't been allowed to hear at his side for more than a year. Yuri lowered his head, his gaze filled with a void, behind which, well hidden, lay infinite sadness. Karin couldn't stand it, so she directed her eyes towards the brightly shining horizon. He thought of her again, but what could she do? The two had settled their relationship in Inugami and nothing would change that. Karin knew that, and yet part of her still refused to accept that Yuri would never be hers. Never.
"There we are.", Gepetto's satisfied voice tore the two of them out of their thoughts. They wondered how long they had hovered in other spheres.
A large, ramshackle house made of almost gray wood rose from the ground in front of the group. It looked old and long gone, some window frames yawned empty, as the glass had probably been broken by occasional storms. Yuri felt a strange feeling when he let his gaze wander over the building. Something about it reminded him of sheer torture.
Images shot into his head, memories of which he was sure that the curse that lay upon him had long since taken them away.
A large deer head with red glittering eyes, above a cold fireplace, including a hat adorned with several eagle feathers, a non-working clock that always chimed at 10 o'clock, a large staircase leading up to a room with an open window and a creepy photo underneath, led.
Yuri took a startled step back, his hand slipped to his throbbing head.
The barn next to the house, a corridor into the shared cellar, wine, too much wine, somewhere behind it a hidden guillotine. Another staircase ...
And water, an infinite amount of water.
Ewan! Come and play with me! …Until death!!
Blood-red marks on the wall, letters carved into it - h, i, l, f, e, - with bare fingers ...The dead baby doll on the rocking horse - redeemed.
Yuri went down on her knees.
Alice!
"Yuri! Yuri, hey! Stop it!", Karin had grabbed him by the shoulders and began to shake him violently. Finally he looked up, confused to see Karin more than just a worried face.
"T-I'm sorry ... I'll be fine.", He slowly rose from the earthy floor and looked at the house with furrowed eyebrows.
"Dollhouse ... So you're still around ..." He looked behind the glass wall in the front door.
Yuri ... Something is wrong with this house ... Please ... Let's go in ... Ewan asked us to ...
Yuri nodded briefly in response to the gentle wind that breathed around his ears.
"Looks like you're getting your little house call, Gramps." The young man grinned in Gepetto's direction before turning back to the dollhouse and confidently walking to the door.
° Well then, here's a new one, Alice. °
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° I should[/u]have knocked the stupid idea out of his head ...! °Yuri's hand deformed into an almost steel fist and his gaze threatened to impale the dusty path under his feet.
° Why the hell did I have to talk to this dodgy man on the street corner too ..?! °The young man made an acidic noise and ignored his comrade's worried eyes as best he could.
° Not much longer and she'll ask me if I'm okay ... °The thought didn't bother him, however; even if he would never admit it openly, Karin was his great support in this whole disaster.
Of course he could also rely on his other companions, consisting of the white wolf Blanca, who was smarter than many other human figures could ever be, Lucia, a beautiful fortune teller, Joachim, a vampire and "hero of justice" - Papillon, like He called himself Anastasia, the princess of the Romanovs who was now traveling with them, who was already hanging on Kurando's - a loyal and devoted samurai - sleeve and raving about various things to him. But Karin had always had an eye for his moods and exposed his ailments, according to his taste, too often and, above all, too quickly. He could very seldom play anything for her, just like his mother.
"Yuri ... Are you alright?", She had come closer to him and had whispered the words a little.° Yes, good old Karin ... °he thought, smiling inwardly. Outwardly, he shot a deadly look at the frail old man who was leading them to their newly chosen destination.
"With me, yes ... Butthat oneobviously doesn't have all the cups in the cupboard anymore.", He growled. Karin looked at the annoyed look on Yuri's face for a few moments in silence.
"Well ... It's not the first time that one of us has set a new goal on our own and we just come along."
"I know ... Still. What's that supposed to mean ?! Just because the funny guy next to the street was talking about pretty dolls and a creepy house, do we have to look at it now? If you ask me, the old man has one up there." at the bar. ", Yuri, to whom the whole situation strangely seemed very familiar, left his anger some space and complained loud enough that all companions could hear it clearly - including the" old man "at the front, Gepetto, the french puppeteer.
"Boy, I can hear everything you are talking about back there! If you don't like it, then sit down in a pub and have a drink!" Said Gepetto, somewhat angry thanks to the younger man's lack of tolerance, over his shoulder. Half-suppressed giggles could be heard from some quarters.
"Argh ... shut up ... you are the one who always hangs on the counter all the time.", Was Yuri's imaginative counterattack to Gepetto's harsh words.Yuri clasped his hands behind his head and looked pouting at the setting spring sun. The sound of the sea had long since ceased to exist behind them and the troop kept going further inland. Japan seemed very small to him now. Yuri and others had been on the road for more than half a year, on the trail of a secret organization - not without reason, but he didn't want to dig up the matter with the curse that lay on him again. They had wandered all over Europe and ended up stranded here in his home country Japan. He enjoyed the wind that gently played with his hair and caressed his skin for a brief moment, in his mind at happier times. Karin next to him had fallen silent. She had probably noticed that his head was somewhere else for a long time.
The wind that breathed past his ear reminded him of the gentle, loving laugh that he hadn't been allowed to hear at his side for more than a year. Yuri lowered his head, his gaze filled with a void, behind which, well hidden, lay infinite sadness. Karin couldn't stand it, so she directed her eyes towards the brightly shining horizon. He thought of her again, but what could she do? The two had settled their relationship in Inugami and nothing would change that. Karin knew that, and yet part of her still refused to accept that Yuri would never be hers. Never.
"There we are.", Gepetto's satisfied voice tore the two of them out of their thoughts. They wondered how long they had hovered in other spheres.
A large, ramshackle house made of almost gray wood rose from the ground in front of the group. It looked old and long gone, some window frames yawned empty, as the glass had probably been broken by occasional storms. Yuri felt a strange feeling when he let his gaze wander over the building. Something about it reminded him of sheer torture.
Images shot into his head, memories of which he was sure that the curse that lay upon him had long since taken them away.
A large deer head with red glittering eyes, above a cold fireplace, including a hat adorned with several eagle feathers, a non-working clock that always chimed at 10 o'clock, a large staircase leading up to a room with an open window and a creepy photo underneath, led.
Yuri took a startled step back, his hand slipped to his throbbing head.
The barn next to the house, a corridor into the shared cellar, wine, too much wine, somewhere behind it a hidden guillotine. Another staircase ...
And water, an infinite amount of water.
Ewan! Come and play with me! …Until death!!
Blood-red marks on the wall, letters carved into it - h, i, l, f, e, - with bare fingers ...The dead baby doll on the rocking horse - redeemed.
Yuri went down on her knees.
Alice!
"Yuri! Yuri, hey! Stop it!", Karin had grabbed him by the shoulders and began to shake him violently. Finally he looked up, confused to see Karin more than just a worried face.
"T-I'm sorry ... I'll be fine.", He slowly rose from the earthy floor and looked at the house with furrowed eyebrows.
"Dollhouse ... So you're still around ..." He looked behind the glass wall in the front door.
Yuri ... Something is wrong with this house ... Please ... Let's go in ... Ewan asked us to ...
Yuri nodded briefly in response to the gentle wind that breathed around his ears.
"Looks like you're getting your little house call, Gramps." The young man grinned in Gepetto's direction before turning back to the dollhouse and confidently walking to the door.
° Well then, here's a new one, Alice. °
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