A/N: I've been thinking of making a satire-HP fic, but for now, I won't harm yer precious heads. So here's a lil ficcy for you xD Hope you enjoy. However, it's Bleach...because of the contest. ByaHime, AU. D8 Sorry it took so long, Shadow...couldn't figure out how to delete cookies T-T By the way...Orihime is referred to as a marionette and Byakuya as a puppet, because in my world "marionette" is female and puppet is male.
Of Puppets and Marionettes
In a small land we like to call Atsar, there thrives a community of moving things. These things are not human (so we say), for they are created to dance, sing, and entertain us. But humans soon tired of their performances, abandoning them to live by themselves in a little fire-lit village. They now live in Atsar, singing and dancing throughout the day, wishing for someone to entertain.
Out of all of these puppets, there lives two that feel the most alone - but who are probably the ones most craftily made. One, an iron maiden painted white; one a broken porcelain doll with glass eyes. The porcelain doll was cold and unmoving, unable to smile on his beautifully carved face. His heart is broken by what is left, lying on the ground in need of a friendship's bandage.
The days go by, the clouds from white to gray. The iron maiden slowly makes her way towards the other, with a sweet face despite her killing potential. Her hand is near.
The warmth drawn from her heart was enough to blind him from the the thorns that surrounded it. His heart began to draw together and mend the jagged cracks.
And so the puppet and marionette were together...
A/N:...to create a Muppet! Just kidding. I'm so getting kicked outta the contest now. xD