InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Laconic ❯ Puppet Without Strings ( Chapter 8 )

Puppet Without Strings

Word Count: 199

 

There is something unreal about him, something the cricket tries to whisper in his ear, but he does not understand.

 

The uncanny feeling he gets - of being jostled inside the body that he thinks is his but really isn't - is only natural; it must be. But he's walking in his skin, held in only by the seams Gepetto stitches, down this side and up the other, holding back his memories with tangled threads that he does not even try to unravel. He thinks he is a real boy, and that's all that matters.

 

That he's just a puppet with no strings, never fretting or frowning and certainly never caring, he doesn't know. He might wonder why, but then Gepetto says but you are a real boy, and he always believes him, because he is a real boy, and the feeling of strings attached is only an illusion.

 

But then he sits and thinks, remembering a pretty girl - the Blue Fairy, perhaps - who keeps slipping through the seams Gepetto stitches, a girl he is so sure he knows - or knew, but then she is gone, Gepetto's strings tugging tighter.

 

And even though she tries, the Blue Fairy cannot make Pinocchio real.