Summary: Memories of little inconsequential details often haunt you when you have all the time in the world to waste. Points of view are from Kenren first and the Tenpou. In the end you can only look back on yesterday.
Demon's-Shadow77 (DS77): Well hello all. This will be the first of many fanfics or poems that I will be posting. I hope you enjoy...oh yeah...I have to do a disclaimer...Hiei will you do that for me?
Hiei: O.o what!?
DS77: Aww...come on Hiei…you don't want that pesky squirrel to come back do you?
Hiei: O.O //grumble// Ok!...Demon's-Shadow77 does not own Saiyuki and there are references to Yaoi. //glares at DS77//
DS77: Thank you Hiei…and now on with the show.
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Title: Yesterday
Author: Demon's-Shadow77
Anime: Saiyuki Gaiden
Pairings: Tenpou x Kenren
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YesterdayBooks were stacked in small barricades
He called to a man named Tenpou
The only one he'd die for
The plume of smoke dictated his position.
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He calls to Tenpou
The best strategist in Heaven
A plume of smoke dictates his position
It was only his distraction.
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The best strategist in Heaven
A Marshall with thousands of plans
It was only a distraction
So he told himself.
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A Marshall with thousands of plans
Didn't expect the General to alter his life
So he tells himself
In his poisoned cell.
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He didn't expect the General to alter his life
Memories of books stacked as small barricades
In his cell is
The only one he'd die for.
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DS77: Well I hope you enjoyed the poem. It's based off of an assignment I had to do in class. This form is called a Pantoum where the lines weave together and enforce a repetition. Keep your eyes open for its counter part chapter fic At Night
