Doll Master
Title: Doll Master
Author: ita90 (or KimYuna)
Pairing: Jaemin/ Kyuwook
Genre: romance,gore,nc-15,angst
Warning: unbeted
Disclaimer: I own only my story, but I want to own the boys too T.T
Summary: In the deep darkness of the night a three silhouettes stood before the gate to the cemetery and went inside. They had stopped next to a grave. The younger of the three, pale beautiful man, commanded them to dig a coffin out.Five years later from that incident, a young man stood up before the huge, magnificent, yet spooky mansion. Cho Kyuhyun, a young heir of Cho's wealth, arrived to Kim's mansion to sign a contract of their properties' ally. He and his secretary, Shim Changmin, soon met the young master's servant, Jaejoong. The man with porcelain white skin and doll like eyes, then his master, Kim Ryeowook, a man with pretty face, yet dark cold eyes. The two of them share a secret that Cho and Shim will soon discover. A secret room at the end of the mansion full of magnificent human-sized dolls.
Prologue
You gotta love humans. When everything sticks to the script, they can put on a great act. But as soon as something unexpected happens, they react completely true to their nature.
Shinichi Akiyama (Liar Game)
August 30, 1902.
Chilly air had surrounded the place, touching everything with its wet tongue, making anyone, who was that crazy, passing this place, feeling a wrath of a freezing wetness. A thick fog swept the ground, hiding it and the named stones under the grey cover. Trees leafless, strong and tall, bended over the foggy ground. Their trunks, dark brown or black, as if the ground under them and a rain, rotted them with their gloom. The cemetery isn’t a place to walk normally. It’s a cursed land, where dead woke up buried people and dance with them under the moonlight. Where afterlife swallow the ones whose life ended. Cemetery is the place where you can feel death. A touch on a shoulder could be an invitation to death’s eternal party.
“It should be here.” A man with raspy voice breathed the words under his reddish lips. A huge coat hide his body, securing his persona behind the darkness of the deep hood. His knees made an awful noise as he bended next to the one of graves. The coat rustled, covering the small part on the ground around his master, with deep shade of red and black. The person stretched his bonny hand and touched the stone with engraved “R.I.P. Kim Jaejoong 1876-1902”. The hand stroked the stone, making the contrast of his white like snow hand, with a graphite colored stone. Yet both of them were as cold as ice.
His hand grazed the stone and touched the solid ground under the grave stone. He could feel the warm of the sand under his palm, as if the person under it, in a wooden coffin still breathed, warming the ground with its body. The coated person grasped the sand and bring it to his face. He breathed hard. The musky scent of the wet ground and nature, went through his nostrils. He opened his mouth and the pink small tongue get out, licking the ground from his hand. He tasted the ground, rolling the sand between the roof of his mouth and his tongue. When he felt the taste he was searching for, his lips twitched in a sinister smile. He spite the sand from his mouth and stood up, turning to two tall, bulky man.
“He is still fresh. Dig him out.” The person commanded and stepped aside.
“Yes sir.” Two men said with a bow and took a shovels and started digging the ground next to the grave stone. Coated man grinned sickly and pulled the hood back. He looked at the night sky and the moon illumined his face. His posture straighten, majestic, despite his not so tall body. The man have a high cheekbones. His eyes big and dark like the sky on the night he is looking at. Face smooth and pale like a porcelain doll. Hair colored in dark brown, waved in the small wind, his soft locks. He waited with a sickly smirk on his face, that didn’t match his innocent look. Eyes that looked softly at everyone, now had a deep sinister glint.
A heavy thud snapped the man from his thoughts. He knew this sound. He turned around and his eyes shone, face brighten at the sign before him.
“We dig him out master.” One of the man said and their master went to the coffin. His hand stroked the wooden of it.
“Good job. Get him to the mansion.” The master said and hide his head under the hood again.
“Yes sir!” Two servants said and took the coffin. The young master turned from them and started walking first.
No one know that behind an angel a devil is hiding.
Next chapter
Author: ita90 (or KimYuna)
Pairing: Jaemin/ Kyuwook
Genre: romance,gore,nc-15,angst
Warning: unbeted
Disclaimer: I own only my story, but I want to own the boys too T.T
Summary: In the deep darkness of the night a three silhouettes stood before the gate to the cemetery and went inside. They had stopped next to a grave. The younger of the three, pale beautiful man, commanded them to dig a coffin out.Five years later from that incident, a young man stood up before the huge, magnificent, yet spooky mansion. Cho Kyuhyun, a young heir of Cho's wealth, arrived to Kim's mansion to sign a contract of their properties' ally. He and his secretary, Shim Changmin, soon met the young master's servant, Jaejoong. The man with porcelain white skin and doll like eyes, then his master, Kim Ryeowook, a man with pretty face, yet dark cold eyes. The two of them share a secret that Cho and Shim will soon discover. A secret room at the end of the mansion full of magnificent human-sized dolls.
Prologue
You gotta love humans. When everything sticks to the script, they can put on a great act. But as soon as something unexpected happens, they react completely true to their nature.
Shinichi Akiyama (Liar Game)
August 30, 1902.
Chilly air had surrounded the place, touching everything with its wet tongue, making anyone, who was that crazy, passing this place, feeling a wrath of a freezing wetness. A thick fog swept the ground, hiding it and the named stones under the grey cover. Trees leafless, strong and tall, bended over the foggy ground. Their trunks, dark brown or black, as if the ground under them and a rain, rotted them with their gloom. The cemetery isn’t a place to walk normally. It’s a cursed land, where dead woke up buried people and dance with them under the moonlight. Where afterlife swallow the ones whose life ended. Cemetery is the place where you can feel death. A touch on a shoulder could be an invitation to death’s eternal party.
“It should be here.” A man with raspy voice breathed the words under his reddish lips. A huge coat hide his body, securing his persona behind the darkness of the deep hood. His knees made an awful noise as he bended next to the one of graves. The coat rustled, covering the small part on the ground around his master, with deep shade of red and black. The person stretched his bonny hand and touched the stone with engraved “R.I.P. Kim Jaejoong 1876-1902”. The hand stroked the stone, making the contrast of his white like snow hand, with a graphite colored stone. Yet both of them were as cold as ice.
His hand grazed the stone and touched the solid ground under the grave stone. He could feel the warm of the sand under his palm, as if the person under it, in a wooden coffin still breathed, warming the ground with its body. The coated person grasped the sand and bring it to his face. He breathed hard. The musky scent of the wet ground and nature, went through his nostrils. He opened his mouth and the pink small tongue get out, licking the ground from his hand. He tasted the ground, rolling the sand between the roof of his mouth and his tongue. When he felt the taste he was searching for, his lips twitched in a sinister smile. He spite the sand from his mouth and stood up, turning to two tall, bulky man.
“He is still fresh. Dig him out.” The person commanded and stepped aside.
“Yes sir.” Two men said with a bow and took a shovels and started digging the ground next to the grave stone. Coated man grinned sickly and pulled the hood back. He looked at the night sky and the moon illumined his face. His posture straighten, majestic, despite his not so tall body. The man have a high cheekbones. His eyes big and dark like the sky on the night he is looking at. Face smooth and pale like a porcelain doll. Hair colored in dark brown, waved in the small wind, his soft locks. He waited with a sickly smirk on his face, that didn’t match his innocent look. Eyes that looked softly at everyone, now had a deep sinister glint.
A heavy thud snapped the man from his thoughts. He knew this sound. He turned around and his eyes shone, face brighten at the sign before him.
“We dig him out master.” One of the man said and their master went to the coffin. His hand stroked the wooden of it.
“Good job. Get him to the mansion.” The master said and hide his head under the hood again.
“Yes sir!” Two servants said and took the coffin. The young master turned from them and started walking first.
No one know that behind an angel a devil is hiding.
Next chapter