My first English fic ever! Hope you like it :)
A poem-oneshot about Toushiro Hitsugaya.
SEASONS
What are seasons for the Icy Captain?
~ Spring ~
Sakura. Cherry blossom.
Yes. The pink petals just fly away by the wind. Fill the sky.
Starts from March. Right after the last ice melted down under the sunlight.
What else to be said. All of the people welcome this season happily.
Restore all your winter coats. Step outside.
Even the air is tasted so sweet.
Is it necessary to describe it more?
Spring has not so much significances.
His work is still there. Stand proudly on his desk. And on his lazy Lieutenant.
He has to finish it.
Or he will pass the Firework Festival tonight
which, unfortunately, is planned by the owner of the desk beside his.
The owner is nowhere to be found.
~ Summer ~
He hate this days.
The blazing heat
burn his pale skin.
So he prefers stay in his room.
The others seem so happy outside.
How they could laugh under the conceit of the sun,
is beyond his thought.
He watches them from his window.
Then he gets away from it slowly.
The air gets hotter.
He really hates it.
~ Autumn ~
The air get cold.
The leaves start its death.
Chlorophyl disappear.
The golden leaves.
Reddish.
or brownish.
And then the wind blows.
Bring the leaves from its branches.
The sky will be so colorful.
And the ground will be covered with it too.
From ginko to momiji.
At least he does not have to hate the air and the sky.
and he could get outside from his boring office.
Get far from the smelly sake and his drunken Lieutenant.
staring at the sunset on the fall of October.
The acceptable warm.
because the wind accompany him.
He could have some hopes.
that more than a half of his fear left him too.
~ Winter ~
Finally.
His most favorite season.
The snow.
The freezing wind.
The cold.
Never been in his life feel so lively.
People say that winter is boring.
White everywhere,
and the gloomy sky.
The monochromatic colours.
But for him winter is everything.
His nature.
Like blood that flow through his veins.
Bury all of his fears.
All of his worriness.
All of his past
Beneath the depth of mountain of snow.
And then let those dragon's frozen wings covers him.
There is nothing to be afraid for.
Not anymore.
Even he is ready to die on this ice field.