The True Power
The Bunny didn't blink.
The Bunny was named Usa-chan. The Bunny belonged to Honey. The Bunny loved the colour pink, and loved eating cake.
Once, not too long ago there had been an international incident involving Honey. The Bunny had bobbed it's head, the stitched on smile, seeming to stretch further in cotton candy soft fabric. The Bunny was always smiling.
Every day, Honey saw the Bunny, as he woke up, staring at him, smiling at him. They had cake. The Bunny loved cake. The Bunny didn't like mornings either. But the Bunny didn't have blood type AB. The Bunny didn't have blood.
The Bunny remembers Tamaki. The Bunny prefers Honey better. Honey likes cake, and sleeping in, and cake, and tea, and cake.
Everyone knows that the Bunny can't move. Everyone knows that it must have been the light when the Bunny seemed to have moved. Everyone agrees on that. The Bunny smiles. Honey has cake. The Bunny shares.
The Bunny didn't blink.
AN: Crack.
-snickers-