His eyelids slowly slid open, awakening Kuro from his deep dark sleep. He was against something warm, beating, a human body. He was in someone's inside pocket. His eyes looked around the best they could seeing as he was now a wooden puppet. The person was walking he thought and he heard a door open,it didn't creak or sound old though. Once the door closed behind them the person, who he guessed was the Man in The Top Hat, slid a hand in his inside pocket and picked him up.
"Oh, Awake are we now Kuro dear? We just got home, it's quite lonely here... With only me and my puppets, want to see my collection? I have quite a few mademoiselles I think you'll like," he said, smirking deviously. His steps were oddly light as he walked over to a room and Kuro's head fell backwards a little bit to see everything. The house- no, mansion- had soft white walls, a dark tiled floor, chandeliers, and soft dark oak wood as the door frames, it had many rooms, the doors the same white as the walls. He took it all in until he was brought into a room.
He was made to stand on a table and his strings were pulled on, it was the man holding him up by the small wooden X to hold his strings. Carefully he lifted Kuro's head and body by lifting the whole thing up. Kuro saw other puppets, women in old regal dresses and some in newer dresses. Then there were the men, they all wore suits,something regal and fitting for a man, but Kuro was in his trench coat, white shirt, gloves, and dark pants. "What do you think? they're all your new friends, for a long time, but maybe I'll keep you to myself, you're the first one who seems quite interesting," the man said, turning Kuro around to look at him.
The man reached out a hand and gently felt his hair. "You're hair, it's softer than everyone else's, your coat, it's made from such beautiful fabric, your white shirt is made from pure soft silk and your pants are cotton," the man said, observing his body and clothes. "You're wooden yet you're so pale and look so frail, you truly are the best puppet for this puppeteer... You're eyes look like small gem, they shine so bright with they're soft green..." he whispered, fawning over the man.
"Oh, I haven't told you, my name, is Earl Kio Haruka, and this is my mansion, where you'll be staying from now on with me... in my room, away from public eyes for a while. I want to check you out, more.. thoroughly..." he teased, smirking evilly. He gently walked from the room, now holding Kuro in his gloved hand. Carefully h opened the door to his room he guessed and closed it after himself. He turned on the lights and put Kuro up. He hung him on a small hook on his dresser, his feet sitting on the wood just so it looked like he was standing on his own.
"I don't want to tangle your strings or ruin your outfit now... But I just want to feel your actual skin under me, I guess I can just be careful," he whispered and placed the other on the bed and tied the male's hands with a small piece of cloth. Though when black fog enveloped him and he grew back to his original size the cloth grew too, making him unable to move from his spot as the other tied his hands to the bed post. "Now, Kuro, don't fight it, didn't you hear my warning earlier? I could trap you in that puppet body forever..." he whispered, running a cold hand on his cheek as Kuro glared lightly.
"Now, Now, no reason to look at your puppeteer like that now should you?" he teased, standing up and taking off his Top hat to let his hair fall down. He had long dark blue hair that went down to his hips. He took off his red jacket, showing his nice toned form in his form fitting black button up shirt. He unbuttoned that and slowly took it off then went over to the bed. "Now, my dear puppet Kuro, do you want to become mine? Or become a puppet forever?" Kio asked, running a cold hand along the other's face as his other hand took the other male's gloves off carefully.