Hey everyone. I'm trying out something new.
It may not be the best, since it was rushed and un-beta'd, but hey, at least I've earned a few originality points.
The pairing is Demyx/Riku . . . cuz I said so.
And because I told ChibiFrubaGirl that I'd write a Demyx Riku. Bet this wasn't quite what you were expecting eh Chibi? Lol.
Burattino: Chapter: 1
A very long time ago, there used to be a small village named Vollo Kiev. It rested just outside of the snowy Switzerland Alps, and was rumored to have some of the most beautiful summers for miles around.
In this town, lived a very famous toymaker. His creations were beautiful. Intricate little music boxes beheld dancing ballerinas; toy soldiers stood at attention, defending the shop from would-be thieves; porcelain dolls sat prettily on their shelves, tiny little dresses perfectly pressed and shining. Papa Carlo (as the villagers called him) took pride in all of his wonderful masterpieces, but he held a special place in his heart for his endearing marionettes. Ever since he was a boy Papa Carlo loved puppets. There was something so human, so alive, about them…
Papa Carlo had a son, Rinaldo. Rinaldo worked alongside his father in the toyshop, loving it just as much as Carlo. The two of them happily lived their days in the little village, content to have only each other.
However, during Rinaldo's 15th winter, he fell ill. There was a sickness that had spread throughout their village, claiming many lives, and breaking many hearts. Papa Carlo and his son believed that they had been spared, when the last person who had been inflicted passed away and neither one of them had become sick. They had been mistaken, and the sickness came back in one last surge taking hold of Rinaldo.
As Papa Carlo held his dying son in his arms, he called to the spirits for help. His prayers were answered, when a lone firefly appeared before his eyes. As he watched, it glowed brighter and brighter until it took the form of a beautiful woman. She introduced herself as a messenger of the Goddess Shiva and offered Papa Carlo a compromise. The Spirits were ready to take Rinaldo, but the beautiful woman said that she could arrange for his soul to stay on earth because she knew how much the two of them meant to each other. Carlo and his son were grateful for this favor, and asked what must be done in return.
"Nothing," she had replied, "but my magic can only go so far. I shall turn Rinaldo into a puppet, and he shall come alive when he is needed. Should a single tear touch the wood of his body he will live and shall remain as such as long as his presence is still required. However, his soul shall never be allowed to leave its new wooden home and he shall be imprisoned there forever."
Papa Carlo, thinking only of himself at the time and how much it would hurt him not to have his son with him, hurriedly agreed to the terms and Rinaldo was turned into a pretty little marionette.
The woman left, and Papa Carlo cried when he felt his son finally stop breathing. The tears landed on his newly transformed puppet and it glowed. It glowed just as the woman had and beloved son appeared. He comforted his father, and stayed with him until the old man died several years later. With his father deceased, Rinaldo was no longer needed and turned back into a puppet.
Throughout the years, the old toymaker's shop was ransacked and pillaged during wars and raidings. Rinaldo was passed from this person, to that person, and never once was his secret revealed. Never once, was he needed. It made him sad and terribly lonely. One day he was thrown onto a ship and taken to a strange land. He was sold over and over, finally ending up in a small, antique store.
And there he sits, the beautiful little puppet, with satin clothing and a black teardrop painted on his cheek, gathering dust and waiting for that one day when someone would need him and he could become human again.