#idolizeddoll

"All I ever wanted was the world!" Heehee, I think they were trying to parody the song by Marina! ^.^

♛: If you want a short story about my characters past

[♥] It would be another late night. Her father, the only thing close enough to a parent that she’d had, and would ever get, had matters to attend to. So he said, anyways. Still too young and naive to the sins of others, only aware that the news never failed to claw at her spirits, Sayaka saw no other alternative but to accept the absence  just as she had every night this past week. And the week before that. And the week before that. And the week before that.

Settling down on the floor with a thick blanket for swaddling, she rolled herself into a cocoon of wool and scratchy fabric. Making sure that there was possibility of escape, lest her father turn back on his word and come in with the expectation of affection from his young daughter, she curled into an awkward ‘c.’ It was close enough to being held, in terms of pressure. Sure, there was no warmth of human skin, but it was more than enough when her mind was elsewhere.

Television was her great salvation, the voices and faces more than enough company. It was almost as if she were never truly alone, not if she could see the bright smiling faces of Japanese idols and actors with chiseled jaws. If she focused closely enough, it was almost  like they all were there for her. On occasion, Sayaka could convince herself that she was up there, too. Blurting out melodious notes and dancing around a stage.

"Just one … more … inch to the left —" Scooting across the floor, freeing a thin arm to reach for the remote before curling back into her comforting little ball, Sayaka grinned as her fingers met the plastic of the remote. Catching a button with a closely cut fingernail, she drew her target in with an elated expression. The screen was her life, after all, the thing that kept the long nights a bit more bearable. It had, in the long run, been all for the best — right? That lonely little girl, so focused on the flouncing skirts of the teenagers performing for millions, might not be the most happy, but she’d achieved her dreams.

Wow — I want to be like that. The singers still danced in her eyes long after the device was switched off, leaving a young Sayaka in awe of the people who could brave their fans with such bright faces. Their beauty and brilliance were enviable, though the emotion registered more as admiration in the young girl’s open heart. Their jubilant natures were so inspirational, so full of hope for the youngest Maizono, that she almost didn’t mind her father’s absent. Escaping her blanket prison, letting out a joyful roar, she made a mad dash for the last place she’d given an impromptu performance — the bathroom.

It was her brush that was the intended focus of her trek, as all great stars needed a microphone. Fumbling for the bristles, pushing aside her crumpled skirt from the early day’s wear, she grasped the handle with a cry of triumph. Running back to the main room, her smile too big for her face, Sayaka let out a string of pitches and notes. Though she was no Daiki Arioka, there was certainly a great deal of raw talent there. Enough, perhaps, to get her exactly where she longed to be — among those who were able to light up a room with their innocence and strength. Having the face for it was one thing — she unmistakably did, it was almost as if she’d been birthed a living doll, — having the voice was another.

"That’s not how you investigate a body, Kyouko."

"But Sofu, I don’t want t-"

"It’s Kirigiri-sensei whilst on cases. And as the new Kirigiri heir, it’s your job to learn how to do these tasks."

An eight year old Kyouko looked up at her Grandfather, a sort of disgusted look on her features. Did he… Really want her to investigate a bloody corpse…? She was only eight years old! She would’ve expected her training to occur at a much later date… Like when she was 13, or 16…

"I wouldn’t have you learning the tools of the trade right now if it wasn’t for your excuse of a father."

Her heart dropped at the mention of her parent, her mind flicking back to the night where he left her all alone. She had to look away from her Sofu to conceal the emotions welling up inside her, for she hadn’t quite learned how to fully conceal them yet. She could conceal happiness in a heart beat, but tears…? Only on occasion.

"Kyouko, now. We don’t have eternity to do this, and it’s about time you learned not everything is happiness and sunshine. Invetigate the body so we can find out the truth and see who killed the poor man.”

Kyouko flinched, her eyes drifting towards the body once more. She slowly crouched, shaking hands hovering over the corpse hesitantly as she looked back over to her Grandfather. But he was having nothing of it. He wouldn’t do it for her this time. She took a gulp of hair before beginning to search the corpse’s bloody torso.

[♥] "Now you're just making fun of me, aren't you? Well, then that settles it. I was going to spare you, too. Not anymore, though --"

[♥] "Yes, punishable! By ... by ... hold on, I got this, I swear!"