Doll Face (One-shot)
Title: Doll Face
Chapters: N/A
Author: konicoffee
Genre: Dark fic, Thriller-ish
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warnings: Unsettling imagery
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Uruha/Aoi
Synopsis: His mission: to finally get that damned video, get it wrapped and somehow sneak it in the house without Reita or Kai getting their hands on it.
Comments: Written after waking up from a bad dream.
"Aww, Kai. Do I really have to?" Uruha complained as a frantic Kai escorted him to the car.
"Don't complain. You know that it's Ruki's birthday tomorrow, and both Reita and I will be too busy to get him a present," Kai explained. He gave Uruha a tired look and walked away.
Uruha sighed and started the car. Of all the days Ruki had to celebrate his birthday, it had to be on the day Reita made something in Kai’s kitchen explode. The incident put everyone in a cleaning frenzy - scraping here, scrubbing there and blowtorching once in a while.
After everything, they remembered that Ruki's birthday party was going to be held at Kai’s apartment. The realization started another frenzy, this time, of a pre-birthday kind - cutting here, hanging there and moving everywhere. In all that chaos, they forgot to get him the birthday present they promised: a limited edition video of Luna Sea’s last concert. They had already put it on reservation in a store somewhere in the mall.
It was only then when they remembered that the reservation was only good until that day.
So Uruha drove to the mall. His mission: to finally get that damned video, get it wrapped and somehow sneak it in the house without Reita or Kai getting their hands on it.
Uruha parked the car, got off quickly, locked it, and ran as fast as he could towards the mall entrance. As he reached his destination a hand stopped him.
"Sorry, son. We're closing."
Uruha looked up and saw the security guard looking at him strangely. "I'm sorry, sir. I just have to get something at the music store. I'll be really quick, I promise." He pleaded, letting out all the charm.
The guard quickly relented. "Fine. Hurry up."
Uruha entered the mall without another word and ran to Tower Records and headed for the video section. Finding what he was looking for, he quickly grabbed it and paid for it, missing the payment counter closing by a half-second.
"Whew. Made it." Uruha walked to the exit and found it was closed. Shrugging, he walked to the other exit. It too, was closed. The next exit was in the other side of the mall.
With his heart beating fast, Uruha ran to the next exit. Halfway there, the remaining lights of the mall were turned off. Stumbling in the dark, Uruha desperately tried to find the exit. He approached the last exit he knew.
Locked.
His breathing grew ragged. He had to find a phone. He spotted one from where he stood and ran to it.
The line was cut off.
He tried to find another phone, but all of them were not working. They were either cut off, dead or not compatible with the phone card he had with him. He did not have any small change with him, so he could not use the coin-operated phones.
A cold chill ran down his spine. He had to spend the night in the mall.
He shivered. It was getting cold. They turned off the heat. With his remaining effort, he tried to find a warm place to sleep. He walked aimlessly in the huge mall. Trying every door, turning every corner until he found one unlocked door. It was the mannequin storage room.
He walked further inside the room, clutching the BlueRay disc as if his life depended on it.
Vinyl body parts lined the walls. Arms, legs and torsos. On another wall in another room, artificial heads were hung, their eyes seemed to follow his every move.
"Uruha."
He jumped when he heard his name being called. Man, I must be more tired than I thought. He sighed to himself. His eyes were getting heavier. He sat amidst the dismembered body parts and staring heads. He fell asleep.
Uruha felt he was being shaken. Opening his eyes, he found himself staring at a huge grinning face. The vapid grin, he realized, was that permanently locked smile of a dismembered mannequin. Its eyes were boring into his with an unnatural light.
"Aoi?”
“Stay with me.”
Screaming, he tried to pull away from the body parts holding him prisoner. He ran, like he never ran before. Everywhere he ran he saw the bodiless face, every face had the same expression. It was taunting and its eyes blazed with morbid humor.
"It’s me, Uruha. Stay with me."
Uruha ran still. But it seemed that every turn he made brought him back to where he originally was. He ran faster, trying to shut his eyes to what he was seeing and trying to shut his ears to what he was hearing.
By some miracle, he found himself in the middle of the mall, near the fountain. He suddenly felt a sudden stiffening, and he found himself unable to move his arms. His feet them gave way, and he was lying on the cold cement of the mall. Motionless. Exhausted.
He then heard footsteps from a distance. It was a night guard checking the place. By the sound of his footsteps, he was coming towards him. Uruha almost cried in relief.
"What the hell is this doing here? Damned kids scattering the dummies all over the place." The guard examined the mannequin. The face looked familiar.
"Another one bites the dust." He sighed and dragged it to the storage room.
From the inside, Uruha started to scream.
A/N: I should update Mizer House. Yes.
Chapters: N/A
Author: konicoffee
Genre: Dark fic, Thriller-ish
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warnings: Unsettling imagery
Rating: PG-13
Pairings/Characters: Uruha/Aoi
Synopsis: His mission: to finally get that damned video, get it wrapped and somehow sneak it in the house without Reita or Kai getting their hands on it.
Comments: Written after waking up from a bad dream.
"Aww, Kai. Do I really have to?" Uruha complained as a frantic Kai escorted him to the car.
"Don't complain. You know that it's Ruki's birthday tomorrow, and both Reita and I will be too busy to get him a present," Kai explained. He gave Uruha a tired look and walked away.
Uruha sighed and started the car. Of all the days Ruki had to celebrate his birthday, it had to be on the day Reita made something in Kai’s kitchen explode. The incident put everyone in a cleaning frenzy - scraping here, scrubbing there and blowtorching once in a while.
After everything, they remembered that Ruki's birthday party was going to be held at Kai’s apartment. The realization started another frenzy, this time, of a pre-birthday kind - cutting here, hanging there and moving everywhere. In all that chaos, they forgot to get him the birthday present they promised: a limited edition video of Luna Sea’s last concert. They had already put it on reservation in a store somewhere in the mall.
It was only then when they remembered that the reservation was only good until that day.
So Uruha drove to the mall. His mission: to finally get that damned video, get it wrapped and somehow sneak it in the house without Reita or Kai getting their hands on it.
Uruha parked the car, got off quickly, locked it, and ran as fast as he could towards the mall entrance. As he reached his destination a hand stopped him.
"Sorry, son. We're closing."
Uruha looked up and saw the security guard looking at him strangely. "I'm sorry, sir. I just have to get something at the music store. I'll be really quick, I promise." He pleaded, letting out all the charm.
The guard quickly relented. "Fine. Hurry up."
Uruha entered the mall without another word and ran to Tower Records and headed for the video section. Finding what he was looking for, he quickly grabbed it and paid for it, missing the payment counter closing by a half-second.
"Whew. Made it." Uruha walked to the exit and found it was closed. Shrugging, he walked to the other exit. It too, was closed. The next exit was in the other side of the mall.
With his heart beating fast, Uruha ran to the next exit. Halfway there, the remaining lights of the mall were turned off. Stumbling in the dark, Uruha desperately tried to find the exit. He approached the last exit he knew.
Locked.
His breathing grew ragged. He had to find a phone. He spotted one from where he stood and ran to it.
The line was cut off.
He tried to find another phone, but all of them were not working. They were either cut off, dead or not compatible with the phone card he had with him. He did not have any small change with him, so he could not use the coin-operated phones.
A cold chill ran down his spine. He had to spend the night in the mall.
He shivered. It was getting cold. They turned off the heat. With his remaining effort, he tried to find a warm place to sleep. He walked aimlessly in the huge mall. Trying every door, turning every corner until he found one unlocked door. It was the mannequin storage room.
He walked further inside the room, clutching the BlueRay disc as if his life depended on it.
Vinyl body parts lined the walls. Arms, legs and torsos. On another wall in another room, artificial heads were hung, their eyes seemed to follow his every move.
"Uruha."
He jumped when he heard his name being called. Man, I must be more tired than I thought. He sighed to himself. His eyes were getting heavier. He sat amidst the dismembered body parts and staring heads. He fell asleep.
Uruha felt he was being shaken. Opening his eyes, he found himself staring at a huge grinning face. The vapid grin, he realized, was that permanently locked smile of a dismembered mannequin. Its eyes were boring into his with an unnatural light.
"Aoi?”
“Stay with me.”
Screaming, he tried to pull away from the body parts holding him prisoner. He ran, like he never ran before. Everywhere he ran he saw the bodiless face, every face had the same expression. It was taunting and its eyes blazed with morbid humor.
"It’s me, Uruha. Stay with me."
Uruha ran still. But it seemed that every turn he made brought him back to where he originally was. He ran faster, trying to shut his eyes to what he was seeing and trying to shut his ears to what he was hearing.
By some miracle, he found himself in the middle of the mall, near the fountain. He suddenly felt a sudden stiffening, and he found himself unable to move his arms. His feet them gave way, and he was lying on the cold cement of the mall. Motionless. Exhausted.
He then heard footsteps from a distance. It was a night guard checking the place. By the sound of his footsteps, he was coming towards him. Uruha almost cried in relief.
"What the hell is this doing here? Damned kids scattering the dummies all over the place." The guard examined the mannequin. The face looked familiar.
"Another one bites the dust." He sighed and dragged it to the storage room.
From the inside, Uruha started to scream.
A/N: I should update Mizer House. Yes.