Puppet
Kiyami: Might get a little confusing…No KabajixAtobe intended.
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He was a puppet to the puppetmaster. Bound by the invisible strings and bound to the Puppetmaster.
Every day and every night he worked until his master was content. Following orders obediently as if he had a choice. But he had no choice in this matter. He worked when he was told and that was that.
He was called Kabaji not that it mattered. To everyone he was nothing, but a mindless drone whose sole purpose was to work.
Kabaji would sit in his chair, deadly still. Still like a wooden puppet. He wasn't a normal puppet though. Instead of wood he was made of flesh and bones. The strings were not really there in physical form, but they were in his head. Mental chains trying to keep him from being free.
But one day the puppet learned something.
It learned of freedom.
That was how Kabaji ended up in Atobe's room. Atobe the puppet master.
And for the first time Kabaji smiled, another thing he learned of. A creepy, thin smile that showed white teeth against his dark skin.
The puppet, Kabaji, raised his hand with a new knife in it. It belonged to Atobe the puppet master. He wouldn't miss it at all.
And down came the hand.
Once.
Twice.
Thrice.
And stopped on the fourth time.
Red blood covered his arm and clothes. How wonderful! Now the puppet had a new look. A new look to silently boast about…not like there would be anyone to boast to.
And the bloody hand moved back and forth on the limp body of the puppet master. Each slash was a cut to the invisible strings that bound him. The invisible strings that was the only obstacle to his freedom.
By now the puppet master was dead. Eyes that had opened in shock that were already glazing over. Red drops speckled his perfect complexion while a large amount of his blood soaking the expensive silk sheets.
Kabaji the puppet turned and left the room. Then it struck him, the thought that passed through his head.
That a puppet is nothing without its master. It is nothing without someone to tell it what to do.
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Kiyami: …I cannot believe I killed Atobe-sama. Atobe-sama is my life.
I am well aware of my knack for getting things confusing. Puppets come to mind when I think of Kabaji. And puppet masters for Atobe-sama…I wonder if I could get him the world for his birthday…
Anyway I didn't mean that Kabaji was a wooden puppet. Just a simile/metaphor (I get them confused and I don't have a dictionary to look them up…)
Bad things happen when you watch Stephen King movies and see ads for a movie called Puppetmaster vs. Demonic Toys.