Suboi Airi: hey there everybody!

As you can see, first fic in HG. This is about my favourite character, Daniella. You know how she's supposed to be emotionless, and here I was thinking that she can't really be emotionless. I mean, she has the wanting and the yearning to be human. Isn't that emotion on itself? So she says that she cannot feel and taste or feel pleasure, but she screams in hurt, anger, and non-understanding while chasing Fiona. I would call that a huge amount of jealousy. Now can somebody tell me that that isn't emotion? So this is Daniella, my version.

Please forgive me for spelling errors. I'm not good at typing. Also, if I get the words from the game wrong, please tell me. I played the game quite some time ago, and my brother returned the game to his friend. *cries*

Also, thinking of, if the inspiration comes *coughcoughreviewscough* I may want to make this into a series, though I made it in a form of a oneshot. *grins*

Well, I guess that's enough of me, lets begin!

+-*=%%+-

Daniella, strong, beautiful , vicious

Daniella, perfect , obedient, doll

Daniella, cold, heartless, incomplete

Chase her. Her mind screamed, though she did not know why.

She could hear the sound of her flat shoes, clicking against the stone floors of the castle. Click...click...click...all in perfectly measured steps. Each so similar to each other.

Get her. Her mind whispered viciously. Or what she thought of as viciously . She did not know, really.

She walked into a room. It was plain and simple. It was unclean and dirty. A shattered chandelier lay in the middle of the room. At the window, an empty cage. Empty of life at least. At the corner, a machine. It looked fairly used.

The keeper told her to leave the room alone. She did not know why. Still, she must do what she was told. Because she was good. Her master liked her when she was good. She wanted to know what so special about this room though, so she peeped whenever she could, although nothing changed. This time though, she entered the room. It was quite... Odd the feeling, doing this. She noticed the machine had small dainty fingerprints where the dust was disturbed. She had been here, the new miss.

Kill her her mind was saying over and over again.

She recalled the miss. Big blue eyes and soft blond hair. Her movements were jerky and not at all fluid. She was filled with faults.

Yet...

Actions, feelings, movements and life.

Everything Daniella had not.

She felt a foreign feeling inside of her. An odd twist to her stomach. Something strange and unnatural. A roaring yearning from her very core. A craving that she had never thought possible to conceive.

Alive...

She had seen the flicker of her eyes. Emotions her mind said to her. She had wondered about that. She had emotions as well, she argued. How could she wonder if she had none? How could she have none when she knew confusion and how it was not to understand?

She remembered voicing those thoughts to the keeper.

"you feel, but you do not have the emotional capacity for true rapture. You will not understand."

She still couldn't understand his words.

"you know no pain or pleasure, you cannot taste or feel. You may think you can, but you cannot. Remember that."

She did not even know what those words meant.

The conversation then closed, the keeper refusing to say anymore. That happened a few days ago. She had gone to the library then, to try and understand him. Happiness, sadness, fear, anger love and heart break, compassion and hurt. So many words she did not understand.

Could she really not feel? Did she really know no emotions?

Now here she stood disobeying orders. A weight settled on her shoulders.

"Daniella! Why are you here? Go back. You still have a lot of work to do. The castle needs cleaning."

"Yes master." she said.

She turned to leave. She heard her measured footsteps echo around the bare room as se walked towards the door.

"you'll never be good enough. Never emotional enough, never alive enough, never woman enough. Not like her."

She walked out.

Why? Why wasn't she good enough? What did that miss have that she did not? It was not right. She was created to be perfect. Her Master said so himself.

So...why...?

She looked out the window. it was getting late. Her master needed to eat.

She went to the kitchen to cook. Chop, chop, chop. Meat. Her Master liked meat. Nice good red meat. She knew not what that meat was. She did not care either. Her Master liked meat. She was going to cook and serve him meat. Nothing else mattered. She dumped the bloody, red meat into the pot. Nothing else mattered.

Few minutes later, she heard the footsteps of the young miss together with her canine companion. She lifted the ladle hoping to impress her with the wonderful cooking and texture of the meat. She heard a gasp, with an unrecognizable note to it. The miss quickly ran out of the room.

Was she not impressed? Her Master liked her cooking. He always asked for more. that meant that he liked it yes? That meant that it was good right? That meant she was good right?

She piled the meats on to a plate and proceeded to walk out and to her Master. Her Creator.

Click... Click... click...went her flats.

She walked along stone floors and tiles. Across gravel and grass to get to her Master.

Soon, she was there. He took the plate from her and started to devour the contents. His movements were coarse, messy and unrefined, just like how he always was. Pieces of half chewed meat fell from his mouth as he scrambled to force more into his very full mouth. Sometimes, he swallowed full chunks of meat without even chewing. She did not look away though. The last time she did, she was punished.

She did not like to be punished. She did not like the burning sensation wen they beat her or forced themselves into her. She tried to avoid it if possible. If she did all that was expected of her she would not be punished.

"Tell me Daniella, how is Fiona?"

She was surprised, she was shocked, she was...

Why did Master talk about her, ask about her, when he had never once even talked to Daniella but just for an order?

"She is fine, Master" she replied.

"Good. Take care of her. Be as friendly as a doll like you can. I need her to stay."

Her her her! Her mind screamed. Daniella was...

" She is precious. She as something important buried inside of her. In this castle, she is a princess. Something you will never be. Because you do not have... That."

"That, Master?" she questioned.

"The stemming of life, the essence of woman. The Azoth"

Daniella was...angry...

"Remember Daniella, smile for the princess."

She collected the dish and walked out.

Oh Miss Fiona. Precious little Princess. Princess of Azoth , of Woman! Essence of Life, of Woman ,Azoth!

Daniella halted, as she spied upon the girl. Her clothes were dirty, she had sweat dripping down her. Her hair clung to her face, imperfect as it was. She trembled and ran of in a flurry of emotions.

What was Fiona compared to Daniella? Ugly, weak. Why then was she the princess? All because of that Azoth.

She resumed her walk to the kitchen. She washed the plate. Her movements were perfect and precise.

"Daniella!" the keeper roared.

She halted and turned to the doorway where he stood.

"Come"

He took her to the room before. The dusty room with the broken chandelier.

"Sit"

She sat

"What does he want with her?!"

She said nothing.

"Answer me!"

She kept her silence.

Slap

"Where is she?!"

Slap

"She is not his!"

Slap

Slap

Slap

Daniella remained motionless. Her cheeks burned, but she did not show it.

Slap

Slap

Slap

"Where is she!?" he roared.

She tuned him out. She did not know she did not care. If she did not respond, sooner or later he would stop and her cheeks would be numb. She felt a wetness trickling down her mouth, but she paid it no heed. It was then that she noticed a movement behind the closed door.

Fiona was looking at her.

Smile for the princess

She smiled.

She finally started to pay attention to the keeper.

"...get her. The Azoth is mine."

That perked her interest. Could someone else obtain the Azoth? If he could, why couldn't she? She wanted find out how.

The movement behind the door soon vanished. Fiona had left.

Get the Azoth. her mind whispered. The Azoth.

The keeper soon left. Daniella stood up. She would get the Azoth. She would be Princess. She would be precious. She would be Woman. Right now she was...

Incomplete

Chase her... Get her... Kill her... Her mind repeated.

Now she knew why.

+-*/*--+ end

And that's all folks! How was it? Reviews are much appreciated. *hint*

Well? Should I continue it or just leave it as a one shot? Please tell me your views!

Suboi Airi