Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Puppet ❯ One-Shot
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Authoress K. C. 
Muraki's a bit of a crackjob, so, most of my Mura-chan only fics will be R ratings. Just cause I tend to make him kinda psycho. =^.^=
Anime/Manga: Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Psychological | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.23.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 571 | Visits: 727 | Status: Completed
Muraki's a bit of a crackjob, so, most of my Mura-chan only fics will be R ratings. Just cause I tend to make him kinda psycho. =^.^=
Anime/Manga: Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Drama / Psychological | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 03.23.2003 | Pages: 1 | Words: 571 | Visits: 727 | Status: Completed
Puppet
By: Karie
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...? Wha? Enjoy Minna!
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So innocent and thoughtless. Wide green eyes even wider in shock. The welling horror. Finding me with my arms wrapped around that body, life covering me, coloring me crimson.
So still, frozen to the spot but moving when I call out to you, moving back, then closer. You seem to doubt, maybe I had discovered this, like you.
I draw you in, my hands clasping your shaking shoulders. Such a pretty puppet, like a china doll, soft hair, shining eyes and pale smooth skin.
So shocked, murmuring questions, eyes straying to the body.
Who am I? Kazutaka. No, Muraki. Not little Kazutaka anymore. Now I have a whole name, Kazutaka Muraki.
Yes a docter. But I don't believe in Heaven. Why? Some crazy old woman told me the truth.
It doesn't exist. A girl, she always wanted a girl.
What happened, ah, the final dance, forbidden dance. But they confused me with little Kazutaka. I had to do it, don't you see? Do you understand.
Ah, such fire, my puppet. You struggle so sweetly against me, yelling at me. Murderer? No, just a docter. You fall limp and tired in my arms. You're ill.
There is blood on my fingers and I can't let you go. You know my face.
Your skin is so smooth, puppet. My fingers covered in blood write out a curse on your body. If reduced to an atom, that atom would belong to me.
No, not Kazutaka, yes, Muraki. You're so frail in this room. Come to me puppet. Yes, fall into me, dance with me.
You feel so warm, laying in my arms. That dance, forbidden dance. You will do it again.
Crying puppet? My delicate china doll. You cannot shoot me. Do not resist. You fall into my arms and I sweep you up. So fragile, like painted glass.
Ah, such a death, sleeping so deeply in my arms, Heaven and Hell, you make me believe. Surely in death, you are a beautiful angel.
Ah, surrounded by soft blue satin. I will not cry for you puppet, you are not sad.
This, my puppet, lives? Ah, my shinigami and my puppet. So pretty together a dark soul, stained and torn, with the archangel of death. A pair of perfect china dolls.
Puppet, you return, what for. Our dance. Once begun never ending. Still a forbidden dance, we will move together.
Ah, ah. Such eyes. Eyes that know too much... NO! That is not this person! This is not such a weak body as Kazutaka! No...
Don't laugh. That crazed laughter, it rings around and around...
No! Not her! That woman is dead! A girl, thats what she always wanted. China dolls, perfect little girls that would never talk back, or get dirty or grow up.
No! You are not her, stop laughing at me! Not Kazutaka... Why, why do you laugh puppet.
Mother? How did you come here? I'm sorry. I don't mean to be bad. I was. I'm sorry. Kazutaka is sorry.
That laughter, crazed, cutting, like the edge of a knife. Kazutaka's sorry... Kazutaka's not bad...
NO! NOT KAZUTAKA NOW! NOT ANYMORE!
"You're weak. Feeding off of others, living off their life. You're totally dependant. You are weak."
Not Kazutaka... Muraki... Puppet, you're mine. I'll get you back. You'll always be mine... Pretty puppet...
~OWARI~
Ne, ano...that was odd. Okay... Muraki has... problems.
KARIE *muah!*
By: Karie
~~~
...? Wha? Enjoy Minna!
~~~
So innocent and thoughtless. Wide green eyes even wider in shock. The welling horror. Finding me with my arms wrapped around that body, life covering me, coloring me crimson.
So still, frozen to the spot but moving when I call out to you, moving back, then closer. You seem to doubt, maybe I had discovered this, like you.
I draw you in, my hands clasping your shaking shoulders. Such a pretty puppet, like a china doll, soft hair, shining eyes and pale smooth skin.
So shocked, murmuring questions, eyes straying to the body.
Who am I? Kazutaka. No, Muraki. Not little Kazutaka anymore. Now I have a whole name, Kazutaka Muraki.
Yes a docter. But I don't believe in Heaven. Why? Some crazy old woman told me the truth.
It doesn't exist. A girl, she always wanted a girl.
What happened, ah, the final dance, forbidden dance. But they confused me with little Kazutaka. I had to do it, don't you see? Do you understand.
Ah, such fire, my puppet. You struggle so sweetly against me, yelling at me. Murderer? No, just a docter. You fall limp and tired in my arms. You're ill.
There is blood on my fingers and I can't let you go. You know my face.
Your skin is so smooth, puppet. My fingers covered in blood write out a curse on your body. If reduced to an atom, that atom would belong to me.
No, not Kazutaka, yes, Muraki. You're so frail in this room. Come to me puppet. Yes, fall into me, dance with me.
You feel so warm, laying in my arms. That dance, forbidden dance. You will do it again.
Crying puppet? My delicate china doll. You cannot shoot me. Do not resist. You fall into my arms and I sweep you up. So fragile, like painted glass.
Ah, such a death, sleeping so deeply in my arms, Heaven and Hell, you make me believe. Surely in death, you are a beautiful angel.
Ah, surrounded by soft blue satin. I will not cry for you puppet, you are not sad.
This, my puppet, lives? Ah, my shinigami and my puppet. So pretty together a dark soul, stained and torn, with the archangel of death. A pair of perfect china dolls.
Puppet, you return, what for. Our dance. Once begun never ending. Still a forbidden dance, we will move together.
Ah, ah. Such eyes. Eyes that know too much... NO! That is not this person! This is not such a weak body as Kazutaka! No...
Don't laugh. That crazed laughter, it rings around and around...
No! Not her! That woman is dead! A girl, thats what she always wanted. China dolls, perfect little girls that would never talk back, or get dirty or grow up.
No! You are not her, stop laughing at me! Not Kazutaka... Why, why do you laugh puppet.
Mother? How did you come here? I'm sorry. I don't mean to be bad. I was. I'm sorry. Kazutaka is sorry.
That laughter, crazed, cutting, like the edge of a knife. Kazutaka's sorry... Kazutaka's not bad...
NO! NOT KAZUTAKA NOW! NOT ANYMORE!
"You're weak. Feeding off of others, living off their life. You're totally dependant. You are weak."
Not Kazutaka... Muraki... Puppet, you're mine. I'll get you back. You'll always be mine... Pretty puppet...
~OWARI~
Ne, ano...that was odd. Okay... Muraki has... problems.
KARIE *muah!*