very disturbingly enough...i dreamed this O.o cept for some parts, but eh.
warnings- AU, OOC, violence, odd version of Pinocchio.
reasons- cause it sounded super cool.
rating- T
pairings- same as in the game...in otherwords i have no clue.
summary- A puppet, seemingly abandoned, catches young Tear's attention, and sets off a chain of events that will truly test
them both. a puppet and its unwilling master, against a mad puppeteer. or so it seems.
disclaimer- i own nothing ne, NOTHING but the idea for this fanfic. so dont sue.
O.O yes...read on, you'll like this XDD
It was sunny and warm in the mountain where flowers of startling white and pink grew. The petals of the flowers danced in the setting sunlight, painted red, the grass swayed in a peaceful tempo with the wind. Green fireflies danced in the air, while crickets hummed and sang quietly.
Amidst all the peaceful and quiet sounds of oncoming night, was the sound of crying and of heavy footsteps hitting the grass covered earth, crushing the green plants. Out from the depths of trees came a man in a dark coat and hat, and in his hand a puppet glinted bright green in the dying sunlight. The puppet struggled in the man's grasp, as if alive, and cried out for the man to stop, to take him back.
The did no such thing, simply walked up to a large rock, and set him down on it, taking out a small knife and bringing it to the glowing green emeralds on the puppets feet, slipping it under, and with a cry from the puppet, sliced it off. The puppet gasped and reached for his now unmoving foot, trying to move it, anything. While he did this, the dark man did the same thing to the other foot. Now both feet were unmoving and dead. A heavy wooden weight to a world that wanted him dead.
As he clipped off the jewels, two on his hands and a ruby on his neck, the man collected them and slipped them into a small bag. Just before he clipped the ruby, the puppet shrieked and told him to stop, that he didnt do anything wrong, that he had no right to take his jewels from him. The man paid him no heed, simply slicing off the ruby and putting it in the bag with the rest. Quiet reigned as the puppet ceased its yelling, as it couldn't yell any more. With graceful movements, the man tied the bag to the dead puppet's wrist and turned and left.
Even as the shrieking and hate and sorrow and regret of the puppet and its master had went on, the fireflies still buzzed around quietly, the flowers and the moon going on without their noticing. A soft wind blew the petals of a pink flower away into the mountains.
(chapter 1: ruby)
Quick and light footsteps padded down the dirt road, effortlessly avoiding rocks and snakes. A young girl, with long brown hair walked quickly, towards the river that ran down the lands of Tattaroo valley. Stopping at the bank, she sat down to catch her breath.
She was a girl named Tear, Tear Grants, who worked as a bar host in a nearby village. But lately, things seemed to be going out of control. Her mother had just passed away a few months ago, and her father left to another village to find a better job. Not even a two months after their mother died, her brother Van had dissapeared and hadn't come back. He said that he'd be in Tattaroo valley for some time, but Tear wasn't sure how long "some time" was.
Her job had become difficult without anyone to come home to to ease her worries for the past two and a half months, and her manager had told her to either shape up or ship out. So, she decided to ship out, as nothing would be accomplished if she kept this up. Tattaroo valley was not only soothingly peaceful, but where her brother had told her he would be if she needed him. And she needed to know he was okay before she could go back home and attempt her other five jobs. It was difficult living in a huge house with servants galore, but no money to pay them. Though they stayed, simply because they liked her, but she felt guilty that she couldn't pay them the three hundred gald she promised.
With a sigh, she figured that she might as well go and collect flowers for the flower shop she ran while looking for Van. Standing up, she sighed and brushed back a lock of hair, watching the river gurgle. The flowers were up on a higher level, where monsters lived. If nothing else, she could get five jobs done at once. She ran a flower shop, worked in a meat shop, sold and bought items worth trading, made puppets, and worked in a bar. So she needed to come here at least twice every two weeks. She knew this place well.
She just didnt know where Van was.
Turning around, Tear began her trek towards the flowers, climbing the path carefully and slowly. Once, when she was little, Tear had ran up this path and tripped. The fall was long and harsh, resulting in five broken bones. Ever since then, she never ran up or down this again.
Six boar monsters and five bird creatures later found Tear gazing at a field of withered and open flowers. The pink blossoms bloomed all twenty four hours, but the white ones(the ones she loved most) bloomed only at night, so she made sure to come late so the meat she had gotten wouldn't spoil. The first of the white blossoms would open any moment now. Tear smiled at the familiar sight, sitting down. the dying sunlight hit the flowers just right, she thought.
Once the sun was down and the moon shined, Tear went about her task of cutting white and pink flowers with a small knife. She had five bundles so far, and was going to leave when this one was finished. It was as she was standing that she noticed something. On a nearby rock, in what looked silk clothing, lay a doll. Blinking, Tear stood and walked over carefully. Upon closer inspection, she found it wasn't a doll, rather it was a string less puppet. With her brother's mark on it. Gasping, she picked it up, almost breaking its wrist off.
It was finely crafted, with a pale ivory body wrapped in a tight yet loose silk shirt and black jean-like pants and shoes. Its eyes were an eery emerald that was shielded by soft and long red hair. Though the fact that it was REAL hair, silky yet human, startled her. Lifting it up to her eyes, she blinked once more. Her brother had made this, she was sure of it. That meant he had been here before. Sighing, Tear hugged it slightly to her chest before setting the doll back down gently.
She needed to get home now, and she had too much to carry. So she had to leave the puppet here for now. She'd come back after work the next day, and hope this was still there.
...it gets better i swear!!!! ugh...gotta write this down and the resta my stuff down so i dont forget it. lukes a puppet in this O.o though you dont find out til later...but he's a special puppet! so ha! XDDDD erm, this'll be a five shot ne. that means this will be done it five chapters, and no more than five. its not long enough to be anymore than five. not even sure if its long enough for FIVE!!!!! zomg XDDD
well, my first tales of the abyss fanfic, so be merciful you heartless people XDD joking. review if you have time!