I another oneshot. u__U. Rozen Maiden. And I'm dead tired.

~Random-tan~

Ever since he was a young man, he had wanted to find the perfect girl. He called her "Alice." He sought to become the only one to touch her purity, her perfection.

So when he became a doll maker, he immediately began to try to create Alice-his perfect little girl, his beautiful doll. His daughter.

The first doll he created after years of hard labor, discarding nearly thousands of doll parts. He spun her hair of silver light, and mixed his own blood into the glass of the eyes. But the first doll, Suigintou, was still not his beautiful Alice. Her flaws jumped out, and she did not glow with any perfection.

So he tried again. This time, he created the second doll, Kanaria. Her lovely green curls were made of the softest strands of never-dying grass, and yet he failed again.

Again and again the doll maker tried. For the third doll and fourth doll he made twins out of them, and brushed close, sisterly love into their porcelain. For the fifth doll, he set rose petals into her cheeks and stole a nightingale's song for her. To make the sixth doll, he used glass made of stars for her eyes, and used innocence to form her Rosa Mystica.

But each time, he didn't produce his Alice. Of course. None of these girls was his Alice, his perfect daughter. He began to weep again, and shut his girls into their cases. Nothing was right...what went wrong? Their hair was purer than gold and their Rosa Mystica more powerful than a god himself.

Somewhere along his grief, he began to think. Was Alice...being constrained by a physical body? Was Alice...the aura itself? He set out, determined, to create the living aura of Alice.

He created this doll from an illusion. He spun her body from dreams, and when he finished, she stood before him. Her right eye was replaced by a white rose, an imperfect but delicious beauty. Her hands were softer than breath, and her hair flowed like the breeze it was formed from. From her mouth came the words Kirakishou, her name.

This...this was the closest to Alice he had created. But she could not become Alice. After all, she was just an illusion, without a material form. He had been foolish, and had not thought out the fact that an illusion was not truly Alice. He could not touch her, or feel her. Alice was not an aura. After that, he truly collapsed into pain, and gave up. He chose the other way to Alice-and told his daughters this before sending them away.

"To become Alice," Rozen whispered. "You must all fight, and take each other's Rosa Mystica. Only then will you be reunited with me. To fight is to live-is it not? May the Maiden of Rose with the most Rosae Mysticae win...and truly become Alice. My daughter."

x.x This probably goes a little bit off the storyline. I know the Rozen Maidens were created to fight...I think, but...meh. I'm dead lazy.

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~Random-tan~