"𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹, 𝗬/𝗡. 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹... "
When you are captured by Douma who treats you like a "doll", you are torn between the feel...
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"It's your birthday!!" Natsu squealed. "I bet Douma-san has created something special for you."
I remained quiet.
Yes, something special. Must be his death.
I sighed and squinted my eyes to stop the incoming tears.
"Are you crying again?"
"No, no, I am fine," I assured her.
She looked at me worriedly.
"You have grown thin and pale, Y/N, I am scared," She said with a concerning tone.
"I am fine, don't worry," I said getting up before stumbling again.
𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘬𝘢𝘺.
Natsu came running towards me. "I won't hear anything," she said sternly, "you are going to eat."
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"I knew it!" Natsu said, "Douma san must have prepared a surprise for your birthday."
I looked at her blankly.
"See, he sent these new clothes for you," She squealed, "he truly loves you."
Even though it wasn't new, I was flustered.
Do I love him?
I looked at the kimono. It was a pale pink colour, and plain, just how I liked it. And there were flowers and earrings over it.
"Oh my god, oh my god!" Natsu squealed. "I will make you look so pretty for tonight."
I won't deny. For the first time, I not only looked, but also felt beautiful.
"Just let me braid your hair."
"No, leave it like that." I said.
Maybe I wanted Douma to tuck in my hair, just like he does always.
"Well then, I should call you off," Natsu said.
"But," I started, "where am I supposed to go?"
Natsu looked at me and smiled.
"Douma san said that's a surprise."
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A
nd that's how I found Douma, at the forest end. I was surprised how the forest had changed, it was a mixture of colours.
Douma looked different. He had discarded his original robes and had put on a similar kimono as me, a dark red in colour. His hair was brushed and let down, and he smelled of fresh roses.
As he turned around to see me, we stared at each other, before he hid his face with his hands.
He is flustered.
"You look beautiful," he said.
I smiled.
"And happy birthday."
"Take me where you want to," I said, holding his hand.
Douma was visibly confused. However, he smiled and led me through the forest.
