Doll Master AU;; The Last Doll
Characters : Giotto, G
Word Count : 788
Rating : PG
Summary : Some time after having settled down in Japan the Doll Master Giotto completes his last doll.
Link : Doll Masters on Fanfiction.net
In the back of a room littered with doll making tools of all sorts sat a blond haired, amber eyed man. He draped a long black cape over the shoulders of the doll he was working on. The doll it’s self was about eighteen inches, dressed in a pinstriped suit, and has the same exact features as the man. Unruly golden blond hair, a round face with sharp amber eyes, and a small smile. Though the doll’s face was with out the age lines that were in the corners of the man’s eyes and mouth. The doll’s skin was slightly pale, and untouched by freckles, and other blemishes.
The man removed his hands from the doll and smiled, pleased with his work. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on the doll’s forehead, like a parent would do to their child before saying softly to the doll. “You will be the greatest little one, I am sorry.”
A shadow cast over the man and doll from behind, but the man didn’t seem to pay it any attention. Instead fitting a pair of gloves to the doll’s hands.
“Giotto, have you quite finished?” A deep, smooth voice asked from behind the blond man.
Giotto, the blond, sighed and sat back, “I am. I trust you will see this child returns to my family, Arcobaleno?”
The man behind him nodded, “It will be done.” He replied.
Extending a hand Giotto brushed the blond locks of the doll’s bangs thoughtfully before his hand traced the curve of the doll’s face, and his finger finally rested lightly on it’s nose. “And you will not tell me what will be done to this child of mine?” Giotto asked mildly.
The man sighed, and gave a patient reply of, “You said it yourself, it will be the greatest of dolls. In the right hands he will become the greatest of companions.”
Giotto sat there thinking a moment, before he finally stood. “Very well then.”
Turning away from his work table he picked up a dark wood box from a near by counter. A crest was engraved on the lid, and in the center the roman numeral for 1. Underneath the crest was the word “Cielo”. With the box in hand he returned to his work table, and opened the box, the inside was lined with a dark red silk that seemed to be cushioned. Giotto picked up the doll and placed it into the box with the care one would give their most precious possession.
With the lid securely on the box Giotto picked it up and handed it to the man. “Take care of him.” He said.
The man’s mouth twitched up in a smirk as he took the box, “It will be done, Ieyasu Sawada.”
Giotto watched with a frown as the man turned, and walked out of his workshop closing the door to the outside world behind him with a click. Once the man had left Giotto sunk back into his chair looking tired.
Another door opened, this one closer to Giotto’s work table. Amber eyes slid over in that direction as a little head poked into the room, and looked around curiously.
“Papa?” The little boy asked.
Giotto stood from his chair and beckoned the boy over, “What is it Yoshi?” He asked picking up the boy once he reached Giotto.
“Mama wanted me to tell you that Uncle G is here, and if you’re done with that doll for today.” The boy, Yoshi, replied as he looked around his father’s workshop. “Papa, where did the doll go? I wanted to play with Papa’s doll!” He complained.
Giotto laughed as he headed towards the door his son came in from. “Papa finished the doll, so the person who wanted him came and got him. Don’t worry though Yoshi, he promised to bring the doll back some day. You can play with him then if you’re a good boy.”
Yoshi thought about that as Giotto walked into the main sitting room, and set him down so he could greet his friend. Finally he asked, “Papa, what did you name that doll?” He asked.
Both Giotto and G blinked at looked down at the little boy, “Giotto, his name is Giotto. Why do you ask son?” Giotto asked.
“Zh-Zhiii-” Yoshi scrunched up his face as he tried to pronounce the name. “I want a doll like him Papa. Please can you make me a doll like Zh-Zhiotto?”
Again the two friends exchanged a look, and then Giotto knelt down in front of his son, “I’m sorry Yoshi. Papa promised not to make any more dolls.”
Word Count : 788
Rating : PG
Summary : Some time after having settled down in Japan the Doll Master Giotto completes his last doll.
Link : Doll Masters on Fanfiction.net
In the back of a room littered with doll making tools of all sorts sat a blond haired, amber eyed man. He draped a long black cape over the shoulders of the doll he was working on. The doll it’s self was about eighteen inches, dressed in a pinstriped suit, and has the same exact features as the man. Unruly golden blond hair, a round face with sharp amber eyes, and a small smile. Though the doll’s face was with out the age lines that were in the corners of the man’s eyes and mouth. The doll’s skin was slightly pale, and untouched by freckles, and other blemishes.
The man removed his hands from the doll and smiled, pleased with his work. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on the doll’s forehead, like a parent would do to their child before saying softly to the doll. “You will be the greatest little one, I am sorry.”
A shadow cast over the man and doll from behind, but the man didn’t seem to pay it any attention. Instead fitting a pair of gloves to the doll’s hands.
“Giotto, have you quite finished?” A deep, smooth voice asked from behind the blond man.
Giotto, the blond, sighed and sat back, “I am. I trust you will see this child returns to my family, Arcobaleno?”
The man behind him nodded, “It will be done.” He replied.
Extending a hand Giotto brushed the blond locks of the doll’s bangs thoughtfully before his hand traced the curve of the doll’s face, and his finger finally rested lightly on it’s nose. “And you will not tell me what will be done to this child of mine?” Giotto asked mildly.
The man sighed, and gave a patient reply of, “You said it yourself, it will be the greatest of dolls. In the right hands he will become the greatest of companions.”
Giotto sat there thinking a moment, before he finally stood. “Very well then.”
Turning away from his work table he picked up a dark wood box from a near by counter. A crest was engraved on the lid, and in the center the roman numeral for 1. Underneath the crest was the word “Cielo”. With the box in hand he returned to his work table, and opened the box, the inside was lined with a dark red silk that seemed to be cushioned. Giotto picked up the doll and placed it into the box with the care one would give their most precious possession.
With the lid securely on the box Giotto picked it up and handed it to the man. “Take care of him.” He said.
The man’s mouth twitched up in a smirk as he took the box, “It will be done, Ieyasu Sawada.”
Giotto watched with a frown as the man turned, and walked out of his workshop closing the door to the outside world behind him with a click. Once the man had left Giotto sunk back into his chair looking tired.
Another door opened, this one closer to Giotto’s work table. Amber eyes slid over in that direction as a little head poked into the room, and looked around curiously.
“Papa?” The little boy asked.
Giotto stood from his chair and beckoned the boy over, “What is it Yoshi?” He asked picking up the boy once he reached Giotto.
“Mama wanted me to tell you that Uncle G is here, and if you’re done with that doll for today.” The boy, Yoshi, replied as he looked around his father’s workshop. “Papa, where did the doll go? I wanted to play with Papa’s doll!” He complained.
Giotto laughed as he headed towards the door his son came in from. “Papa finished the doll, so the person who wanted him came and got him. Don’t worry though Yoshi, he promised to bring the doll back some day. You can play with him then if you’re a good boy.”
Yoshi thought about that as Giotto walked into the main sitting room, and set him down so he could greet his friend. Finally he asked, “Papa, what did you name that doll?” He asked.
Both Giotto and G blinked at looked down at the little boy, “Giotto, his name is Giotto. Why do you ask son?” Giotto asked.
“Zh-Zhiii-” Yoshi scrunched up his face as he tried to pronounce the name. “I want a doll like him Papa. Please can you make me a doll like Zh-Zhiotto?”
Again the two friends exchanged a look, and then Giotto knelt down in front of his son, “I’m sorry Yoshi. Papa promised not to make any more dolls.”