AN: I vaguely remember writing this inspired by Das Puppengesicht by Vesper-chan, thus the being buried with the doll part.
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Mannequin/Manikin; dummy or model
Love has traveled far and wide, through the highest mountains, through the deepest seas. She had seen what people in love can do. She had conquered the barriers that separate the rich and the poor, the at-war clans and so much more. Every love story was seen and caused by Love, from Romeo and Juliet to Rose and Jack to Maruja and Gabriel. Each have a different spark in their story and in all the couples, lovers, partners, Love have seen this man made her smile in irony and sorrow and admiration far too many times to count.
He gazes through the glass pane of his shop. There she was, clad in the same attire he dressed her yesterday. Her body clothed with fine silk adorned with a corset attached onto her chest. Her unmoving hands were covered with black silk gloves. Her pink hair pinned up to perfection, the epitome of true royalty. But this Englishman couldn't care less for all he saw was her brilliant emerald eyes, staring through his very soul.
Love shakes her head in impulse for she doesn't know what to make of what she sees, surely he couldn't...
People who know him shake their heads in disappointment and pity, whispering words of pity when they think he does not see.
"Such a fine young man, wasted"
"They say he's crazy..."
"Oh, I pity him; he's going to die alone..."
Alone? He might die bald, wrinkly and toothless but never alone for he'll always have her.
...be in love with a mannequin?
Sakura, that's her name. His friend, a puppeteer, Sasori made it for the Englishman's shop. Deidara was an owner of one of the big-shot dress-shops in England. 'Sakura' is a Japanese name; it's the name of the trees that bloom there during springtime, with pink petals and a short life span. It suits her, he often thinks.
Fragile, yet strong.
Innocent, yet fierce.
Time shall pass and he'll continue on turning down every woman who offer him a night of pleasure, saying he have a woman to come home to, and that even with their expensive make-up and flimsy attires they could never match up to his woman's beauty.
Love cannot give Sakura life like she wanted, for there'll always be limitations in things beings like her could and could not do. But Love never gives up perhaps...in another life?
He'll die on his late 60's unmarried not looking past his 50's. Since he lacked an heir to his riches he decided to give it to the unfortunate children of England and for this act of kindness they'll bury him together with the only thing- person, woman he often insisted before- woman he held precious. They'll bury him with the mannequin displayed on his store's windows.
"Such a tragic end" Hope muses, Love smiles and shakes her head. "No, not the end, it's only the beginning". Love winked at Destiny and Fate.
The cherry blossoms will be in full bloom and the breeze would smell like spring when they meet again. A senior high sophomore rushing to her chemistry class would bump to a senior high senior knocking down all her books.
"Thank you, for helping me"
"That was nothing un. -offers hand- Im Deidara"
"Im Sakura"
And thus Love smiles once again.
POST NOTES: Nah, I still got nothing. Review!