The first in a series of journal entries addressed to Natsuki written from Shizuru's perspective. Timeline starts before the Carnival and Shizuru's Awakening to her Hime powers and carries on from there. I always imagined that, in her composed thoughts at least, Shizuru is an elegant speaker. So I'm going to try to portray it as such, though perhaps poorly. Lol. Use of third person/second person pronouns switch with her tone/train of thought. Constructive criticism is, of course, welcome.
Disclaimer: don't own shiiiiiit.
You were in pain today. I noted it as we sat beneath your tree at lunch. It was the nearly imperceptible flinch, the barest flitting of your hand towards your side that gave it away. This is unfortunately not all that uncommon an occurance. My dear, sweet Natsuki, what drives you into such dangerous situations that bring you harm? Is it the same force that pushes with equal tenacity against human intimacy? At this point I can only speculate.
It took every ounce of self restraint I possess to not pull Natsuki into my arms and will her pain away with my lips. Ara, I fear that would end badly. No, for now I can only pray for your safety from a distance. For if I was to ask as to the cause, I have no doubt that you would pull away from me. Of course, I shall gladly bear the weight of my insecurities if it means that Natsuki's eyes will look at me a little more trustfully each day.
I was, however, nearly overwhelmed with my own happiness when Natsuki smiled at my teases. It was bemused, perhaps, but it was nevertheless a true smile. And, you see, Natsuki, when you smile, my whole world fills with light.
