A/N: This fic was inspired by Toy Story. I went to see the third movie in theatres just after reading a Loveless fanfic, so during the movie I idly thought: "What would the toys of abused children witness while immobile in their rooms?" This is the story of the lives of two boys as told by the teddy bear who loves them. I've cautiously rated it T, but as this is a Loveless fic, be prepared for child abuse and other depressing things. I'll give more specific warnings as needed in future chapters. Be warned that I don't really have a plan for this, so updates will be slow. Feedback is appreciated.
Chapter 1: Ageless
Chiyo-chan is a poor child's teddy bear. She was lovingly hand-sewn long ago by somebody's grandmother, who had grown too old and too sick to do much more in a day than move from her bed to her rocking chair out on the porch. Quiet days slid in and out of focus beneath ancient trees as a teddy bear came into existence out of scraps of old fabric from the bottom of Grandmother's sewing basket. The bear has little memory of her formative days, just an impression of leaves in the wind, calloused and gentle old hands, the rocking chair, and the sounds of her first child at play.
With two button eyes, one black and one blue, she watched over the little girl who first taught her the devotion with which a child could love a toy. It was so long ago, and the teddy bear was so young that the memories retain little substance. But the feelings remain.
The first child is always the hardest to let go. A toy too is heartbroken by the loss of her first love. Afterward there were children, grandchildren, even great-grandchildren, but none loved the teddy bear like her first, and so her lonely days blended together like the shadows of so many leaves.
The day of the garage sale is no different. She lays in inanimate stillness on the table and feels no sadness. Children just don't love their teddies like they used to, so what does it matter if she stays here or goes away with a business man to be the souvenir of his child halfway around the world?
But when the business man places her into the arms of a little boy with black hair and violet eyes that gaze upon her in wide-eyed wonder and adoration, she falls instantly in love all over again.
"Isn't it wonderful, Seimei? Your daddy brought this all the way from America just for you! What do you say?"
Seimei smiles brilliantly up at his father. "Thank you so much daddy!"
The man ruffles his son's hair. "What are you going to name it?"
The child frowns in deep thought, two human eyes staring into two button ones, until after a full minute he nods in absolute certainty.
"Her name is Chiyo-chan."
And Chiyo-chan knows that she has finally come home.