Cinderella x Pinocchio: Book 2 Chapter 2

Verse 1
Pinocchio didn't like

his new acquaintance,

but Cinderella found hers rather amusing.

How would this callous woman and helpless puppet get along?

Both their faces are twisted.

One with fear.

The other, joy.

"Oh, no..."

"Oh, yes!"

Cinderella:

But can you make decisions on your own?

I'll decide for you. Stick with me.

Pinocchio:

Umm... I've got this staff, so...

Cinderella:

Oh? So you already know who to depend on?

Then keep that ridiculous staff. It's perfect for you!

Pinocchio:

Um... Thank you? I guess...

Verse 2
She is not my type of person.

I want to be told what to do,

not bullied.

Verse 3
Where's the fun in teasing someone that wants to be teased?

I enjoy it so much more when their teary-eyed faces beg me to stop.

Verse 4
It's only at times like these that my staff actually stays quiet.

I guess it takes pleasure in my pain.

Verse 5
If I tell him to turn left, he turns left.

If I say turn right, he turns right.

He really is like a toy!

Verse 6
I know Cinderella's words are crass and cruel.

But... It's so relaxing

just to have someone to follow.

Verse 7
He looks like he hates me,

but then he does whatever I say.

Is he even human?

Verse 8
I'm used to having my strings pulled...

In fact, I crave it even now.

Did becoming a real boy change anything?

Verse 9
Mindless toys with no will of their own

make me want to destroy them.

Verse 10
Depraved Mistress and Dependent Puppet.

And then a mysterious entity appeared that disrupted their uncanny equilibrium.

"The hell is that?"

"I-Is that... a ghost?!"

Terrified, Pinocchio cowered behind Cinderella.

"Does it even matter?"

Licking her lips at the coming battle,

Cinderella pushed terrified Pinocchio out in front of her.

Ghost:

No... I'll kill you. Kill you all...

Cinderella:

Right on time. God I was bored of the wooden one.

Pinocchio:

B-But it looks like a ghost!

Cinderella:

So kill it! Unless...

It kills you first.

Pinocchio:

O-Okay then!

Thoughts without form.

Is that what nightmares are?

If not, then what?

But that is not what is important.

Living to feed a base emotion...

"...Isn't what I am."

"...Isn't what you are."

"Because that's what being human is."

Their muttered ramblings overlapped

and faded into the void of the Library.

His face filled with sadness,

Pinocchio clutched his staff to his chest and fled from Cinderella.

Discordant Poem
A fine line separates love and hate.

Both require your heart and mind to be devoted to another.

Depravity and Dependence.

Incompatible emotions.

A meaningless partnership.

The anxiety and solitude were crushing.

Life was so hard...

But that didn't mean he wanted to die.