DOLL. douma ✔

Chapter 13

I could feel that Natsu was eyeing me from the corner of my room. I wasn't surprised. I think she is devastated at my sudden silence.

Gamagichi's death had shocked me a lot. I was now fully captive, I could not go outside, I was moved to a room with no windows. Not a speck of sunlight. I was living just like demons do. Except that I wasn't one.

These rules were implemented by Ayame, although I believe Douma told her to. Natsu had tried to convince me a lot of times that Douma had nothing to do with this, but I cannot believe that. He had come to visit me at nights, but I would never meet him.

I even asked Natsu why she hid the fact from me that Ayame is a demon. "I...I..well," She would stutter and avoid the question always.

𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯?
𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴.

There was another knock on the door. Natsu quickly stood up.

"It must be Douma-sama."

"Why does he keep coming everyday? I have told you to not let him in!" I said getting irritated.

Paying no heed to my words, she went to open the door. In came Douma, without Natsu.

I didn't face him.

"Y/N,"

"Go away."

"Y/N, listen to me..."
"LEAVE!!"

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

"Y/N please..."

His gentle voice managed to soothe me, 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, and I slowly turned towards him.

"What do you want?"

"Are you still angry at me?"

"Why wouldn't I be? You have taken away everyone from me, everything from me!" I said, trying to not hear as if I was breaking down.

𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘷𝘶𝘭𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

"But Gamagichi tried to separate us..."

"Shut up!"

My wall crumbled as tears started streaming down my cheeks.

"Y/N," Douma said worriedly, as he lifted up his hand to my face, which I instantly shoved away. Nevertheless, he brought it up again to wipe away my tears.

"I don't want to see my doll crying, Y/N," he said caressing my cheek.

"I am not your doll," I said sniffling.

Douma smiled as I looked up at him.
It was not his usual teasing smile. It was more gentle, a calm one.

"The fireworks festival is tomorrow," He said abruptly, "will you be my date for the occasion?"

"What?"

𝘋𝘢𝘵𝘦?
𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦?

"Will you be my date to the festival, Y/N?" He said once more.

I couldn't verbally answer this.

All I could feel was that my face was turning hot.

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘵.

"Oh dear, Y/N, you look so beautiful blushing," Douma said, a slight blush creeping on his cheeks as well.

"I will take it as a yes then."

He slowly tucked in the loose strands of hair that kept falling on my face.

"I need to gift you a hairpin. These hair hide away your beauty." He said.

"I will take my leave now, Y/N. We will meet tomorrow again."

He smiled, a really bright one.

All I could do was just stand there, not knowing how to react, as Natsu came in and squealed out of excitement after Douma left.