Pinocchio Blues
By SMYGO4EVA
Puppets were easy to control, mannequins and marionettes with the faces of people and the illusion of movement made it look quite easy to manipulate what they did next and what would become of them. They were so fragile and so weak that they couldn't bear to stand and face what was ahead and walk on their accord. The thought of facing what they were hiding from frightened these puppets so they allow themselves to be controlled.
They were puppets, plaything that would be of use in one moment, one fleeting moment which to them felt like an eternity, and when they were no need for them anymore, they would be tossed aside. They would be useless, broken, and dirty, disregarded by all. Marked by the one who controlled them, the master of their fate, and not loved by all, even if they had done this for the one they loved.
They were of no use.
They were puppets on a string.
The two puppets that have deceived all were the true marionettes. Their names were Syaoran and Fai D. Fluorite. They were targets in one master's scheme to resurrect one great individual before death would soon come and claim what was its own. They were only instruments in what was to be sought and what was to be destroyed in the impure world they lived in, and they lost their own freedom in the process, the price becoming a puppet for all time.
Syaoran was one whose feelings of self-preservation were invaluable to him; he cared about only one in his mind, the princess Sakura, and with that, he was thrown into the worlds different from his own and set out to find what was instrumental to the princess and the master who had him tied to the invisible strings, bound to the contract held by the master and himself. He was trapped, but when the strings broke, so did his reason to run, as al he did was to do ruin to others. He was reminded of his place, which was to purge in the ruin he sought and created by his own tied hand.
Fai was one who was tied by the red strings of fate from the very beginning, with the curse brought upon his kingdom and the sacrifice of his dear twin brother, and he bears the name of the fallen brother, as a reminder of his sins and the ones transpired against him. He had many things on his mind, but he never really addressed them. He put up a barrier called his smile and used it constantly. He used it so many times, that sometimes he forgot that it was there. It was something that had been permanently etched on his face. He was the marionette that became broken.
These two were pawns in the master's chess game, one to move and one to stay exactly where they were, to be twisted in his advantage, and to be thrown away when they were of no use anymore. Their pitiful flaws and emotions were invaluable to the master, but it kept them under his control, reminding them of their place as worthless and inhuman. The two had their spirits broken a long time ago, so they would be of use to him in these games he placed them in.
They were puppets, and they were what they always were, things that can be controlled. They were blind enough to shove themselves aside so they would do his bidding until they were no more, until they were tossed aside and lying broken on the cold ground. Never to be used again.