Hello-hello-hello again, fellow slap-happy humans!

Perhaps, you have just staggered back in surprise, at the realization that I have not been hit by a bus (yet) (or maybe a motorcycle sounds more realistic here; there seems to be just more and more of those pummeling through the streets here in Surabaya - gah! Digressing again and again!).

Or perhaps, now that you are aware of the fact that I have not yet been hit by a motorcycle, you are in the mood to squish me flat with a roadroller instead, because I have not yet published the promised story 'As The Gods Say' (*insert sheepish 'haw-haw' here*)... B-b-but I've already typed it in, honest! A-and I'm proof-reading it as fast as I can!

-So for now, my unfortunate, (probably... ?) disappointed readers will just have to make do with a little itsy bit of something I had found during my latest memory dive into the contents of my notebook.

For those of you who have checked out my profile, if memory serves well, I do recall once saying that other than writing stories, I am also sufficiently fond of poetry - either reciting it or writing it.

In this manner, I've decided to present something a little different than what I usually publish up here on ; just a little freeverse I recycled from a very, very old Songfic I'd based off of a certain Vocaloid song (see if you can guess which one as you read this!)

With that said, last but not least and as per usual, a few points to come across before you get started;

(see preface for points)

Aaand... E'yup, that's all! You're all free to go! *fly~*

... I... Seem to be getting very bad at ending my author notes, for some reason.


Paper planes

In which the delicate thread which binds together two partners, in a cruel, dark world, is put to the ultimate test.

Everyday

When father leaves for work

I put on a shawl

And sneak out of the hospital.

I stalk the streets,

careful

so as not to be seen.

Jump over the dusty creek

To where the cherry trees don't grow.

Run towards the direction of the setting Sun.

To where a barbed iron fence stood

Forlornly

In the dry, dead Earth.

I carefully take out

A paper plane.

On it

Neatly written characters of

Ink.

And I toss it gently into the air

Where it defies the fence

And lands into

a pair of dirt-ridden hands

Accepting the letter eagerly.

A new

Paper plane

Would appear over the fence

And plummet into

my outstretched hands.

On it

Neatly written characters of

Charcoal.

We smile at each other.

That was all I needed.

That was all

He

Needed.

In this cruel world

Of illness and pain

His love for me was all

I

Needed.

It was a forbidden love, but I didn't care.


Everyday.

When the soldiers aren't looking.

I abandon my prison duties

And duck underneath the overgrown hedges.

Run towards the direction of the rising Sun.

To where a barbed iron fence stood

Keeping me away

From the outside world,

Where the cherry trees grew.

To where

He

Is waiting anxiously for me.

He takes out a carefully-folded

Paper plane

And throws it over

The fence

To my outstretched hands.

I throw him

Mine

And we open ours.

We would smile at each other.

That was all I needed.

That was all

He

Needed.

In this dark world

Of war and captivity

His love for me was all

I

Needed.

It was a painful love, but I didn't give a damn.


"Hey, there's something wrong with Kiku!"

"Someone help him!"

"I don't want to touch him!"

"Gross!"

I laid on the ground,

Immobilized in a seizure,

Blood and fluids spurting out of my mouth,

Mixing with the tears,

As I tried desperately to stop myself.

Suddenly,

I felt arms

Propping me up,

Wiping the disgusting mixture dribbling down my chin

Without a care in the world.

All whom I considered 'friends' jeered.

Not at me

But at

Him.

"Oh, look who's here."

"It's Shina boy-aru!"

"Well, at least I'm doing something about this! If you're all just going to stand there and gape at Kiku, you're better off somewhere else!"

That did it.

They all fled the scene,

Never looking back.

He held me

Tighter,

Rocking my body back and forth

Like a child.

"There, there Kiku. You're safe with me now. See? I'm here now."

It was the most soothing voice

In the

Whole wide world.

It made the seizure,

The blood,

The tears,

All stop.

"Yao?"

"Yes, Kiku?"

"Th-thank you… Yao."


"Hello everyone! I'm Wang Yao!"

Immediately

The whole class burst into laughter.

I felt my spirits crumbling.

"Shina!"

"Shina!"

"'I'm Wang Yao-aru!' Ha-ha!"

"Look at that ponytail!"

"Only girls grow their hair out like that - "

"Please stop that."

All eyes fell onto

A quiet

Frail-looking boy

At the back of the classroom.

"… What, Kiku?"

"Please stop that. Stop teasing Yao."

"Why are you standing up for Shina?"

"His name is not Shina, it's Yao."

Despite the whole class

Staring

At him,

Kiku stood up and

Offered

An outstretched hand to

Me.

"Come on Yao. Let's go play together."


Five years ago,

I'd been diagnosed

With hemolytic-uremic syndrome.

If

Yao

Hadn't been there to soothe me,

I would have died.


One minute

I had been painting flowers with Kiku.

The next

I was locked up in a place,

Where the soldiers

Beat me up

And

Called me rude names.

If

Kiku

Had never peered through that iron fence

And called out my name,

I would have died

Of loneliness.


After Yao disappeared, my seizures became more frequent.

I had to leave

School

And was locked up in a hospital

Where doctors

Stabbed me

With pipes and needles.

At first I had thought

That father had locked me up

On purpose

Because I had found out where he'd sent Yao.

I was determined to see Yao out ever since then.

Even when that ward

Became my new home, I

Never

Left him alone.

But it wasn't

Until I had one unfortunate seizure,

And became paralyzed

For hours,

That I found out the

True reason

Why I was in that hospital.

And father found out the

True reason

Why I fold my paper planes.


Kiku didn't show to receive my paper planes one day.

He had some sort of illness,

A syndrome

If I remember well.

I had tried scrambling up

The fence

To find him.

I still have the gashes on my body.

All that's left to do

Is sit behind

That fence,

The

Paper planes

In my pocket,

Doubling by the day,

In vain hope that Kiku will turn up somehow.

It has been five days.


It has been five days and I already have exactly three tubes and a needle.

It is

Excruciatingly painful,

That I shan't lie about.

But what was

More painful

Than the tubes and needles

Was the fact that I hadn't seen

Yao

For five days.

But the

Paper planes

Will surely not fly themselves.

With a wince,

I yanked the needles

And untangled the pipes.

And off I go.


I glimpsed a familiar silhouette

Come towards the fence.

"Kiku! Kiku... !

"…What happened to you?"


His voice trailed away as he saw

My bloodshot eyes,

The gashes on my body

From the pipes and needles.

He had gashes all over him as well.

"Yao… Read this, please."

I passed

A paper plane

To him.

It broke my heart

To see him read with

Eyes

Wide in terror.

But I had to tell him soon.


"Dear Yao

I'm sorry I couldn't see you so soon.

This might be my last paper plane. I pray not, but I can't stop this uncanny feelings of fear that it might be.

I don't have much time left - "

I couldn't bear to read the rest.


He looked up at

Me

Sorrow in his eyes.

Why was I the only one smiling?


How could he smile at a time like this!

I didn't bother

To hold the tears back.


Before the

Tears

Could fall,

I turned my back on him.

Maybe that,

Or I couldn't bear it

Seeing him this way.


"Kiku! No, don't go!"

I screamed after him,

The tears

Cascading down my cheeks,

Leaving a clear path in the grime.

"Kiku, no, wait! Y-you're my partner for life, remember? Kiku!

"I-I love you! Please!

"I'll wait for you, alright? I'll wait for you, right here, every single day, until you come back.

"… I love you."


"Goodbye Yao."

My feet were burning

But

I didn't care.

I ran away

Leaving behind me

My love

And my last paper plane.


It was like

A knife through my chest.

Did he know I kept every single one?


"Sir! Sir! He's failing!"

"Get his father quick!"

It's getting harder to breathe.

It was like

An invisible force,

Squeezing my lungs.

… No! It can't be!

Can't be

Pant.

"How could this have happened!"

No…

Pant.

No…

Pant.

No!

No! No! No! No! No! NO!

How will he smile now!

I-I just…

Pant.

I just n-n-need more time…

Pant.

Wheeze.

Pant.

Yao…

Where are you?


I stared at the

Paper plane

In my hands.

The tears kept

Surging.

It fell everywhere:

On the ground,

On my clothes.

On the paper plane.

"That's him! Bring him to me!"

I swiveled around,

And screamed.

But to no avail.

Two soldiers seized me by the arms

And forced me

To face their

Leader.

An evil man,

Scowling at me devilishly.

He snatched the

Paper plane

Out of my hands.

"Hey! Give that back! It's not yours to take!"

I know he won't,

But I had to at least try.

The demon sighed.

"Oh Kiku… You are too innocent for the world…"

"K-Kiku? You know Ki-"

"I'm his father, you little bastard!"

My eyes widened in terror.

Kiku…

Is the son of this demon?

"P-please… Let me see him again, sir… Please – I-"

"You think you can! You think you CAN!"

The demon screamed at me,

"he's dying! My son is dying, and it's all your fault!

"Yours!"

At this point

We were both

Crying;

Sobbing hysterically.

But then

The unthinkable happened.

He held

The paper plane

Just inches from my face…

And tore it to shreds.

And I didn't even get the chance to finish reading it!

"No! How could you!"

I didn't care if he was Kiku's father.

I thrashed with all my might

And hit him

Right at the face.

"How dare you, Chinese bastard!"

But he hit me harder.

And soon, all three men were hitting me

Harder than I would have ever

Hit them.

Then it stopped just as soon as it had started.

And I was left

To die,

Splayed in a pool of my own essence,

Sprays of my blood and shreds of paper,

And beautiful characters

In ink

Scattered about me like fallen angels.

As if to mock me,

A shred lay just inches

From my broken neck.

And written on it,

In Kiku's elegant penmanship,

Was a message which sent me to tears all over again.

I love you Yao. Remember it always.


Who will soothe me

When my body trembles and quakes?


Who will stand up for me

When the rest of the world spits at my name?


There is no more

Light

For these flowers

To go on.


I just need

One more

Paper crane.

One more would be enough.


If I die,

I want

Him

To continue living for me.


If I don't make it,

I want

Him

To keep smiling for me.


But how will we smile at each other now… ?

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep-


Since that day

We've always been together.

The deep darkness engulfed us both.

But it never took away our happiness.


Since that day

We've always been together.

The deep darkness engulfed us both.

But I've never forgotten that smiling face.


Until tomorrow,

At the other side of the fence.


Until tomorrow,

Where cherry trees grow,

And lovers can be together.


Where love was once paper planes.


Yay, poetry~ !

So, the story behind this was: back when I was in the middle of writing 'Your Sun, My Stars', I was listening to a heart-warming Vocaloid song called 'Paper Plane', sung by the awe-inspiring Kagamine twins, and since the song touched me so much, I decided to take a break from my bigger project and write my very first (pathetically soppy) songfic! It was initially just a one-shot I'd abandoned somewhere at the back of my notebook.

But while I was writing the new, secret fan fiction, I managed to stumble across it once more... And I immediately remembered why I didn't even think about publishing the thing in the first place! That one-shot not only contained too much flamboyancy and figurative speech to be taken seriously, but it was also much too rushed. Administering these details immediately, I was stuck with having to make the choice of either putting up a tacky old one-shot up here on fanfiction . net, or trashing what could have been a pretty darn good plot for some cheesy romance fanfic.

So finally, I made the decision to just...

Recycle *grin*.

But - anyways! Since this is the first time I've actually tried posting some poetry, in contrary to the usual one-shot's and mushy saga's, I would really like to know what you, as my valued readers, think! Were there things I should keep up? And are there aspects of the poem that I need to work on and improve for the next time? I don't write poetry as often as I write stories, so some feedback would really be appreciated.

Oh - and as a last statement: once again... I'M PROOFREADING AS FAST AS I CAN!

Have mercy on me... !
-Plumeria hi