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**For those of your who know me, I have so many ideas, and always endings. I typed this up when I first moved to Belmount, but now I'm starting a new story, and discontuinng this one. So I give you the final chapter of one of my most horrible stories yet, Doll Master. And as just to for you to understand the chapter you must know that Doru and Hina fell in love (Shojo!) and then Doru created another crappy doll, that kill half of everyone, and Hina took the heat (Shojo again!) and now here we go!~**

**Here is what I've written of first.**


Chapter 1
“To give a doll free will is to give a young child matches.”

Off surrounded by woods was a small town, Danish. The town bustled full of people, but a small area was left untouched by any of them. They diverted from the spot, as though it was a hive of bees, and went on their collective businesses in silence. It was a large building; not height wise, but in its width. But the usually customary quietness of the home was broken.

”Today is the day!” A young girl of twenty-one with a petite figure was spinning around a welcoming kitchen. Giggling she stopped and hugged herself. Her dress was untidy, wrinkles covered the entire attire. The left stocking fell down, and wasn’t the same shade, she was missing her apron, and her make-up wasn’t on all the way. Her twisted pig-tail blonde hair came to stop, a diminutive while after she had. Leaning on the table was a red headed woman in her late twenties maybe early thirties. She wore a highly sophisticated costume, with purple arrows on her hands, she spoke quickly, her voice full of joyful humor.

“I see someone didn’t take her time this morning? May the this person be Hina?” She smiled slightly and grasped for a small china tea cup sitting on the table. Taking a sip she looked up to see Hina sitting there with her mouth wide open.
“Kanshisha…What the hell am I doing I should be getting ready?” Hina rushed into a closing hallway in front of the kitchen and only walking fifteen paces turned left. A collection of dolls sat on shelves twisting in and out of the room. Their eyes followed the them as Hina walked, and thank goodness she hadn’t walked very far before she found the doll. It, like all the other dolls, was miniature and chibi. Elegantly dressed in an dress of purple lolita style jumper. She grabbed the doll with a quick movement and rushed out the room, heading straight into a room. Two wooden beds with pink lien sheets and light lilac blankets were in two of the four corners of the room. Setting the doll on an dresser, the wood still fresh, and started to re-dress herself.


**Here is the final chapter**

Chapter 9
“A final note to send you off with. ‘Hope and well being are just illusions when
you don’t know the true you.’ Isn’t that nice?”
Hina stood there in disbelief. Total strip of her powers? She would be converted into a Laborer and she wouldn’t be allowed any contact. And no one truly knew what one’s powers did there appearance and attitude. Standing up slowly she nodded her head, she would run away she thought. Doru would take her and they would go to Loli, no Loli was too close, Dough that was perfect. As each step with her dainty feet, masses of thoughts rushed into her mind. Everywhere she looked, expressions of hate and anger surrounded her. Reaching the last step, she was escorted to a small white room. All in it was two white chairs- no, wait - an old lady was seated in one of them. She was faint, almost transparent. The door slammed incredibly hard, so much so that she would’ve jumped if weights of displeasure weren’t on her back. The woman spoke as if she was a hundred, not sound wise, but tone wise. Every syllable was another voice, which scared Hina even more. “Sit down, young one. I know you aren’t the one who did it, so I must ask. Why?”
“Why? Why? Why?” The words sunk into her and the rush of emotion was gone and all she felt was the beating in her heart. “Love.” The word was strong and echoed off the walls. The old woman smiled and once again gestured for Hina to sit. Without hesitation she sat, only thinking of Doru. The woman’s eyes looked into Hina’s and she wanted to scream. She felt an anomalous feeling of pain, like her skin was being set ablaze but being frozen at the same time. Turning her head, her hair shifted colors. The sophisticated and exquisite blonde curls of hers turned into hideous and atrocious long strands of black. Her pale blue eyes turned a stand out gold and her petite figure grew into an awkwardly lanky stature. The voices that wanted to be free stopped, and she fell to the cold, white floor like the numerous uncompleted dolls before her, and then everything was black.
She sat straight up and looked around, she was in her room. She looked to her side and saw Doru holding her hand, asleep, waiting for her to lift her head. She was about to hug him when she realized something. His features were different. He didn’t look like the comforting person she cried her past out to, he wasn’t the same person she gave herself up for. Suddenly she saw her appearance in the mirror across the room. Throwing the blankets off her and waking Doru, she ran to the mirror. Touching her face, she could see her tears raining to the ground. The black hair and lanky appearance petrified her. Her fair skin had been turned into an odious shade of tan; her eyes had lost their beauty, and were now much smaller. Doru stepped next to her and kissed her, but it wasn’t there. The feeling of being with her one and only, all there was a feeling of anger and misery. He let her go and smiled at her, she wanted to vomit. “Sweetie, Kanshisha went out to buy us food. Tonight we leave to Muffin to find sanctuary.” She ran off to the room before the word “sanctuary” had left his lips. In there she looked for an unambiguous doll. She knew she couldn’t call upon it and when she found she had to argue with it. Beauty sat there in her miniature form, her appearance was that of a miniature Hina before her power stripping. She had argued for a small time before Doru found her. How he found he was a mystery still to this day, because she was deep in one of the huge rooms full of dolls. He smiled at her, and tried to grab her to kiss her again. In a quick move she grabbed a knife from the shelf, and screamed.
“Because of you, I have nothing left!” She slashed him cutting open his shirt. “Because of you, I will be no one!” She slashed him again, this time completely piercing his skin. “Because of you, I have no standing here, or anywhere else!” This time the slash cut his chest and caused him to bleed badly. “And … because … of … you-” She seized the knife and with full force stabbed herself in the chest, falling to the ground like a child’s dreams. Doru stood in shock, but the surprise was demolished at the crash of a shelf. Hina had fallen backwards and knocked down a shelf; in no time the entire room was full of small dolls. Oddly enough, the dolls were not limp, unlike Hina’s cold dead body. They twitched; with a blink of the eye they full sized. Their eyes were the gold of their master; otherwise, they were their own selves. Twitching, they spoke in a delayed chorus.
“Yo-“
“You-”
“Yes-“
“Y-“
“You!”
“Killed-”
“Murdered-”
“Destroyed-”
“Our-”
“Mine-”
”Everyone-”
“Doll Master-”
”Master of us-”
Their words were strong, stirring much fear into Doru. He turned and ran into the kitchen, tripping over a fallen shelf, standing up quickly. The boundary will hold them, he thought as he stood next to the kitchen table, papers scattered everywhere and a single candle burning. Baffled and bewildered, his breathing quickened, his eyes growing large. He walked over to the window above the sink, hoping to see Kanshisha. No sign of her… he turned back to face the hallway, and was astounded at what he saw. The dolls had broken the boundary and were walking towards him. He stood there frozen to the ground, and when the dolls had stopped walking, he wanted to fall over and die. The dolls screamed, “HINA!” The blood was splattered everywhere. However, he got his revenge, for when he fell backwards, he forced the candle on the table to the floor, causing a terrible fire. The house was up in smoke, and the dolls were once again lifeless. And, desolately, not another true doll was to be made again.



Epilogue
“To sing songs of sorrow is the only way to tell the sad story.”
I, Kanshisha sat around and wasn’t wearing my customary costume. I sported a pink collar an average black skirt. Around me young kindergarteners sat
listening to the story. After a moment a hand shot up from a young girl, delicate curly hair folding around her face. Her pale eyes matched her pale complexion and her dress was of simple blue cotton. “But Mrs. Teishu how do you know this?” This young child reminded me so much, so much, of Hina, and their names were similar. Despite that I gave the same answer I give every year. “I am Kanshisha, the only true doll left.” At that another hand shot up. It was from the curious girl right next to the girl before. Her long brown hair and green eyes made her slightly stand out from the rest, and the way she stated her questions would’ve made you think that she was a teenager, not the young child she was. “But if that’s so, what’s this?” She held up a small stuffed bunny with button eyes, shining as bright as Joumae’s. Before I could even answer, a young boy, with his glasses falling off his face, replied. “A fake doll.” His black hair flew into his face, as he once again put his head down. The poor boy was so shy. A gentle bell rung, and the children stood up and walked out the door. I had gone through so much, through the years that have passed by. After the incident, not another Doll Master was found. The ones we had in other towns claimed of some voice telling them to revenge one of them and to sacrifice their ability. Some didn’t, but lost their gift anyway. I have lost count of the years that have passed, but no longer are we called Pastry, and large cities named New York and Boston are now here. No longer is the Doll Master here to prevent this evil, so now that I have finally told you my story I will now go to bed. So please, gently take this story and learn from it.