Me: Yay! Matsuda has join the Author's comments!

Matsuda:*look around in shock* H-how did I get here?!

Wally: Dont worry Matsu, its all good

Ich:*laugh nervously* Sorry Matsu-kun. But it seem that Prime is getting back into Death Note and Bleach

Matsu:*groans* Seriously? I thought I escape that...

Shiro:*grins insanely* Nope! Ya stuck with these losers

Me: Hey!

Matsu: The hollow is still here? I though she killed him. Greeeeat

Shiro:*growls, blushing* Shuddup! King!

Me:*giggles* I own nothing

Marionettes

Since I was little I always had a puppet in my arms. My very first one was given to me by my mother. She was a puppeteer, one of the very best in the world. Our home would be fueled with thousands handing from the walls. Never did we feel alone with them watching us. Sometime, I use to go with her to parks, the town center and may be parties if we were lucky. I would watch from far away and grin at the smiles plastered on the other children's faces. It was simply beautiful. My mother and her puppets were simply beautiful.

Oh my first puppet! I was so fearful that she would give me her very first marionette that was soft and slightly badly stitched. When I was just a toddler, she told me that she made it for an old friend that died long ago before her time. It had always frightened me, thinking that the old friend's spirit was in it. Always there, even when I would leave it behind. Empty black eyes that seem to stare into my soul, a wide smile as if laughing insanely at my fear and short blue mop like hair. A kitchen knife, a butcher knife always seemed as if it was its favorite, in his soft left hand. It's orange and white striped shirt sometimes splatted with what seems like blood. Oh how it frightened me.

Now my little doll, do not be frighten by him. He is just having little fun with those boys just like any possessive teen would be with what is deemed theirs.

My mother would always tell me that. Her face empty of emotion as only her eyes held softness, her voice boarder monotone, her hair wave down to her ankles like a silver waterfall. Mother would away wave my fears of the puppet away. I don't think I would ever accept it if it-no he…if he did not save me from the fire. The fire, made by the town's people, which took my mother and her beautiful marionettes away from us.

Are you still afraid of me chibi? Kya Kya

Don't get me wrong, thinking that I would just accept him after saving me. In fact I down right hated him but he was the only thing of my mother's. My only memory of my beautiful decrease mother. He knew it, I knew it…we only had each other now. How can a child of six and a mere doll survive the cold, lonely world?

You belong to me, chibi. Kya Kya I'll protect ya. I always protect what belongs to me. Kya Kya

He was right you know. No matter how much I wanted to refuse to admit. He did protect me. He kept the monsters away, both from the light and shadows. Together we traveled to anywhere and everywhere, picking up puppets from every design or style along the way. Saving them from being destroyed by being thrown away in the trash or use as firewood. Together we did our best to fix them as good as new.

Soon as I turned twelve, we were found by an old man and taken to a new home. Me and my puppets finally had a home. No long did we have to keep moving, or stealing to stay alive. Though I continued to collect more and more of marionettes through the year I lived there. My room was completely filled with them. So much that there was barely any empty spots where I could place them. They were just beautiful, absolutely beautiful. It was a shame that I had to destroy one at the end. My poor doll but it could not be helped.

I guess this is all. My story of how I became a puppeteer. Of how I came to have so many and I still do. Just like my mother, my house was filled with them. Never would I get rid of them. Nor did I ever get rid of my mother's last gift. He was with me…with me to the very end.

"Kya kya kya Finally finish with it chibi?"

I looked up to see my mother's number one puppet. "Hush you stupid doll or else I put you in strings."

He stared at me with black beaded eyes with his insane smile. "Oh you wouldn't do that chibi. Ya nat that cool."

I glared at him at the corner of my eye. He knew me so well but then again he had been with me since I was a child. Of course I would never put stings on him. No puppet wanted that. It was the cruelest thing to ever do in their world. I let out as sigh and reached towards him. I cupped his worn out face gently and brushed my thumb against his fussy cheek.

"Of course not my old friend." I smiled gently at him feeling him limp forward to my palm. "Hm…someone needs a makeover; your body is getting old."

"Hey!" He huffed still leaning on my hand. I let out a giggle. "Whatever! Anyways, ya done or not brat?"

I nod my head as I removed my hand to pick up my creation up. I grinned as I held it up to eye level. "Done! What do you think?"

"Tck It could be better." He said, jealousy dancing in his tone.

"I wasn't talking to you, ya ol'washcloth." I growled at the dummy before look over at my bed with a grin. "Well what do you think?"

"I think its fine."

I let out a laugh. "That's good to hear…Beyond. Welcome to your new body."

Me:*grins* So~?

Matsu:*blinks in confusion* What did you do to me?

Me: Weeeell in my old, old Death Note story I mention you as A. So I decided to give it more of a story.*bounces in happiness* Except this time I might be putting a little romance between you and B or you and L

Wally: Is this gonna be like random short stories?

Me: Maybe~

Shiro:*still annoyed from earlier* Ugh great...*sighs*Comment or stuff