Prince of Spica, fall for me,

As red boquets rain down on thee.

Upon the horse on which you walk

And confidence with which you talk,

Price of Spica, fall for me,

As hand in hand we part the sea

While others stare with great intention,

Love becomes our own invention

Prince of Spica, fall for me,

Lay me to rest, like a forgotten key

To all you kept locked up inside,

And take us on a quick joyride

Prince of Spica, fall for me,

As red boquets rain down on thee.

It was no good, and Hikari knew it. But what else was she supposed to do? She was too afraid to express her feelings to Amane. No matter what she tried, she just couldn't speak her heart.

"Hikari-chan?"

Hikari looked up. "Yaya-chan… how long have you been there?"

Yaya shrugged, smiling. "Long enough to see that you've been writing poetry about Amane since lunch. It would just be so much easier to tell her that you love her. No matter how passionate your poems are, they'll go to waste if she never sees them."

Hikari shook her head. "I couldn't do that. I'm sorting out my thoughts, that's all. Dipping her quill pen into a small pot of ink, she took out another sheet of paper and began to write.

While she worked, Yaya picked up another of Hikari's poems and read it to herself.

A white horse gallops

Across the wide open plain

An angel's escort.

Yaya nodded in approval. "These are really good, Hikari. You have to show them to somebody.

Hikari shook her head once more. "I don't want to. And they aren't that good. If I were planning to give them to Amane, they'd have to be a lot better than that."

Sighing, Yaya laid down on her bed. "Amane doesn't expect you to be perfect, Hikari. Nobody's perfect. I mean, if anything, you should know that from how she acts around you. And if you were paying more attention, you'd know how much she loves you."

Hikari blushed. "She doesn't love me." She really doesn't, Hikari thought. I mean, she obviously likes me and cares about me… but that's not love, is it?

Maybe it was.

She handed Yaya the haiku she'd just finished.

My friend Yaya

Needs to mind her own business

Or at least shut up

Yaya smirked and handed the haiku back to Hikari. Taking her nightgown, she quickly changed in to it. Lying down and pulling the covers up to her chin, she turned out the lamp.

"Yaya-chan! I can't see!" Hikari cried angrily. "I was right in the middle of a romantic verse!"

Yaya laughed. "Come on over here, Hikari, and I'll make you another one!"

Hikari stood and grabbed a pillow off of her own bed. Hurling it at Yaya, she laughed. "You wish, you pervert!"

A pillow fight soon commenced, leaving the room covered in feathers and their permanent records covered in little side notes.

Panting, they paused. Yaya put her last remaining pillow back on her bed. "Sorry, I still need one to sleep on. If I don't sleep with my head elevated, I have horrible nightmares."

"My friend Yaya-chan is a headcase

When I talk to her, she gets a red face

And when she gets into bed,

She must lift up her head,

Or else she'll be sent to her bad place."

Yaya rolled her eyes. "You think you're so clever, don't you? Well, I've got one for you."

She cleared her throat.

"Hikari can be so annoying

With the poems that she's always employing

She's shy and naïve,

Not a trick up her sleeve,

But with language and love she keeps toying."

Hikari snorted. "What's that supposed to mean? I think you're the one toying eith language there."

Yaya pointed at her accusingly in the darkness. "See? I called it! You ARE naïve!"

The pillow fight commenced, and Yaya was left pillowless. Oh well, Hikari thought, amused. I'm sure she can deal.