Author's Note:

Hello, hello!

If you haven't read "Through a Glass Dish," I suggest you read this first. This will act as the prequel to it. If you haven't, and feel you want to read this first, here is a little information you need:

The story will be told my character, Harisara. (She has siblings. But I think I'll only introduce two. In the plan I've written for this, only two fit in.) Yes, she is dating Hisagi, but this is for my purposes of the story. Not a lot of romance on their part, since I feel like it's so cheap. D:

Please enjoy this, and send feedback. I've worked hard on this.

Enjoy

Words He Won't Say

Chapter One

"Oh my god."

"Harisara…"

"You…you love him!"

"Please, don't say anything." Yumichika got closer to me, his eyes begging.

I seized his shoulders and jiggled him. "Yumichika….what are you going to do?!"

"I can do what I want!"

"You can't keep it a secret. Does he know?!"

He gulped. "No."

"NO?!"

"I can't say anything."

"Yes you can…what if he loves you back?"

"He doesn't."

"I bet he does."

"How do you know?"

"I have a boyfriend, remember?" -Letting him go, I crossed my arms- "Guys are easy to read like that."

My feathered friend bit his lip, it trembled a bit. I felt terrible, as a defense, I flipped my ponytail over my shoulder.

He began: "Hari, I ask you…"

"It isn't fair to yourself. Or him. Yumichika…"

"I'm pleading with all my heart…"

A sigh burst from me. "Yumichika…"

He looked seconds away from crying. It's one of those times where you have to give up, or regret ever winning. Like, we've all done it. Bitched and moaned until you got what you wanted. And afterwards, you felt so stupid for making such as fuss out of it that you don't even want it anymore. Even if Ayasegawa confesses to me or him, it won't be for him. It'll be for me. Admit defeat, Harisara, admit defeat.

"…Okay. I'll close my mouth." Just like I always do when annoyed, I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Thank you." He breathed. Never before had I seen that much relief spread a man's face.

"Can I tell Hisagi?"

"NO!" He raised a fist at me. "If you can't tell Ikkaku, what makes you think you can tell your idiot boyfriend?!"

"Because we tell each other everything!"

"Don't play this cutie love game with me!" He spat. "It's a secret. Do you understand?"

"Yes…but-"

"No. No." He swooped on me, his finger pointing to my nose. "Nod to me that you understand."

A nod.

"And that you are FORBBIDEN to tell even your family?"

Bob of the head, reluctantly.

"Good. Thank you Harisara."

Biting my lip, I put my hand on his. "I'm just concerned. Shouldn't you tell him?"

"Harisara, you need to learn that your world would go around a great deal faster if you learned to mind your own business." *

Ouch. "Hey! Sorry for trying to be a friend!" That came out to harsh.

We both sat in silence for a minute. Yumichika was breathing in an abnormal pattern. My heart ached, this isn't fair. Why do men have to be so hesitant to emotions? Can't they at least share them? Damn, the man raves about his beauty! Use it for once! Get your man!

Yumichika sighed heavily. "Please, don't fret over me. I can handle things like this. I Remember, I am an adult."

"So what? People still need people to listen to them. Stop pushing away assistance."

He smiled. "Will you just…trust me?"

Shoot. "Yes…but if I sense this is getting out of hand…"

"Thank you, Harisara."

And as if I had just invited him to dinner, he turned out of my office and closed the door with a soft bang. Left with only one word in my boggled brain: WHAT.

Nothing bothers me more then people who don't share what they feel. If you're going to feel it, and be confused about it…talk to someone! Ragaki says I'm too involved. She says that I just want to help everyone, and that this task is impossible. Wrong. I don't want to help everyone. Just those I find dear to me. Not that Yumichika is a close friend, but he is an ally. Shouldn't I help?

Plus, Ragaki is so reserved. Not only does she not let you know little things like if she is hungry or tired, but big things. Like dates or stuff like that. On top of it, she won't let me in on her love life. Sad day!

Okay, here is what went down with Yumichika earlier. Once upon a time, I saw Yumichika give Ikkaku the stare. Ladies, you know what I'm talking about. Where you loosen up and just drink in what you see. Usually to one of those men who are just drop dead hot. We all know those people, they walk in the room and you don't even know them; but gladly you undress them if you could. That kind of gaze, mixed with pure feeling. Romantic feeling! Gah!

As a sucker for tender things, it isn't a shock I'd confront him on it. The conversation before was started when he begun to brag about their latest escapade with a hollow. After I got every single movement and the number of breaths Madarame took, it hit me. And…yeah.

He was bragging like I do about my boyfriend! It was repulsive for me to sit there and not say anything! Was it wrong of me to do it? Oh…damn…I'll make it up later. Whatever we have for dinner tonight, I'll bring extra for him tomorrow. Ah, why does it have to be like this!? Don't people think like me? If I have a emotion like that, holy crap, PLEASE say something before I do. In fact, I asked out Hisagi on our first date. That's how terrible I get.

I put my head down, exhaling. You know what the worst of this is? I have to keep it confidential. This is going to kill me. Without taking my forehead from it's planted position, I raked all the papers off my desk. My god, I'm a terrible person…

Now I'm going to have to keep it bottled up.

Good bye world.

A/N:

I hope you enjoyed this!

Chapter two will be posted soon!

* This is a condensed line from Alice in Wonderland