Chichiri walked outside and walked even slower to the pond.
He wasn't going to fish; he just wasn't in the mood today.
In fact, he wasn't in the mood for anything at all really. Something had him in a slump.
The others offered to join him in the festival today, but he just replied with a weak smile and a soft tone, "No thanks, no da." And walked off to the doors.
Chiri sat down on the rock he always sat on when he fished, scooted to the edge, and looked at his reflection in the crystal blue water.
To do so, he took off his mask and gazed into the pond, all most memorizing. He sighed silently. He was the only Suzaku warrior in the palace, and he was the only one who didn't have anyone to love.
That hurt his heart. "I have no one to love anymore… I lost my fiancée… and the only woman I knew who I believed would possibly love me; I left…" he mumbled to himself sadly, gripping a stone in his right hand violently.
He loosened his grip, pulled his hand in front of his face and opened his hand. "Why can't my heart be as strong as a stone?" he asked thinking about it. Then he laughed. "If it were, I would be Nagato."
Then something about Nagato reminded Chichiri of his "girlfriend". Did she know he was a celestial warrior? His heart raced. Would… would that be a lie? That he never told her? But… when he was around her, he never felt the need to tell her. It was like she all ready knew he was. And was comfortable with it.
He smiled. She never had any problems with him, did she? She was all ways smiling. Or with a one faced expression. If there was one time, and one time only when Chichiri had seen her confused, it was when he had kissed her once, softly on the lips, only for a second, and made her blush, too.
But the sad thing about her… that Chichiri could remember was the fact that he forgot her sweet voice. He could remember her perfectly to a 'T'… except her voice.
He closed his eye and tossed the rock in the pond, making a deep plunking noise.
"Sir Chichiri," a maid walked up to him, "You look thirsty, would you like something to drink?" she smiled lowering a tray to his eyesight
"Oh... thank you." He smiled grabbing the glass of water and taking a sip of the ice-cold liquid.
The maid nodded and walked off
He sighed. Why was this paining him so right now? He had forgotten about her months back, so why were his thoughts haunting him now?