A/N: Hey I'm back. I'm grateful for your reviews. This is the first time I've ever written a story and I didn't expect anyone would take it seriously. I'm glad you liked the poem. I'm sending my gratitude to my new friend Sammie-Chan. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. It means a lot to me.

The Poet

"Yumi, dinner's ready. You should get down now. Come on; let's not keep Mom and Dad waiting."

"Yuuki, didn't I tell you not to come enter my room without my permission? "

"Hey, I called your name at least three times already but I didn't get any response, so I decided to me in. What are you doing? Are you looking for something, or you just want to scatter your things?"

The younger Fukuzawa sarcastically asked as he takes in the sight of his sister's messy room—books scattered on the bed, notebooks lying on the floor and drawers carelessly left open.

"This is very unladylike." Yuuki thought.

"Of course I'm looking for something, what does it look like? But don't ask me what it is because I can't tell you."

Yumi answered coldly whilst holding her bag upside-down, shaking it a little as if expecting something to fall.

"Well if you tell me what it is, perhaps I can help you find it. Is it what of your ribbons or an earring or…"

"No Yuuki. I appreciate the offer but I can manage, okay? "

"Alright, have it your way. But could you at least go down first before you resume this 'treasure hunt" of yours."

Yuuki playfully said with a smirk.

"Okay, I'll be down in a minute." Yumi answered defeated.

Two hours later…

'I give up, it's not here. I turned my bag and my room upside-down but it's still nowhere to be found. Where could it be?'

Yumi mentally shouted. She's lying on her bed, facing the ceiling, feeling tired and frustrated after hours of searching for her lost item. She started recalling everything that happened to her that day—where she went and what she did.

'Let me think, I wrote something there last night which is the reason why I didn't get enough sleep. I was hurrying for school this morning and was about to leave the house, when I remembered that I left it here. I was worried that Mom or Yuuki might see it so I came back to take it with me. I arrived at school the usual time, attended my classes and ate lunch in our classroom. I didn't take it out from my bag that time, so it can't be there. After school, I went to the library to borrow a book I need for my research and then…Oh, I remember.'

Yumi's heart stopped beating for a moment as she recalled the next events.

I approached the counter holding the book. The librarian asked me to sign the borrower's slip as she left to return some books back to their shelf. I tried signing the slip, but the pen just wouldn't write. Obviously, it's out of ink, and there isn't any other available pen on the counter. I unzipped my bag to get my pen but I was having a hard time finding it. I was getting frustrated so I went to the nearest study table and placed my bag on top. I unloaded my bag, taking my notes out one by one. It was almost empty when I finally found what I was looking for. With a sigh of relief, I started putting back my things in a hurry. Then I went back to the counter, signed the slip and waited for the librarian to return. That's it! I was in such a hurry; I didn't fully check my belongings. I must have mixed it with those books on the table. What if someone finds it and reads what's written in it?'

With that thought, Yumi felt a knot formed at the pit of her stomach.

'It's a good thing I didn't write my name on it. I didn't even describe anything about myself in that poem; except that I'm a freshman. There's nothing there that can point me as the owner. There were only few students in the library that time and they were all busy reading or looking through the shelves. Even the librarian didn't see me approach the table since I was already on the counter before she returned. I hope whoever finds it, will not bother looking for its rightful owner.'

Yumi feels bad for losing one of her peach-colored notebooks but it's the content of that notebook she's more worried about.

'That was so careless of me. What if Sachiko-sama finds it and reads it…Aaah, I don't want to imagine it. It's too embarrassing.'

Her face flushed furiously as the image of a certain raven-haired beauty invades her thoughts. Her heart started beating erratically as she reminisce a special event that happened to her that afternoon.

After going to the library, she headed for the bus stop. There were only few passengers that time so there were a lot of vacant seats. She took her seat, placed her bag on her lap with its opening facing the window side. She wasn't aware that her bag was open. From behind the window pane, Yumi admiringly watched the view outside. She was so caught up with her sight-seeing that she failed to notice a magnificent person has just entered. Yumi's attention was distracted when this person sat next to her. Yumi didn't have to look at her side to know who her seatmate was. She didn't have to, for she already knew. Her body stiffened, her heartbeat quickened, her face was flushing and her hands were sweating. There is only one person who can make these things happen to Yumi. Only this person can make Yumi's eyes widen with adoration and take Yumi's breath away just by looking her way.

'It's her, I'm sure. What do I do? I know I should at least greet her but I can't'. I'm so nervous, I might even throw up. NO! You'd die of embarrassment if that happens. Just relax and keep silent. You might end up saying something stupid if you're this nervous.'

Yumi mentally scolded herself. She was so surprised; she didn't see it coming. Even if she did, nothing could have prepared her for a situation like this. She's been attending Lillian Academy for more than a decade, but in that long span of time she's never had the pleasure to be seated beside this princess…until now.

For so long, she's been dreaming for a moment like this to come. This is supposed to be her dream come true, but it's turning out to be a nightmare. Being this close to the person she admires the most is supposed to give her overwhelming happiness, right? Sadly, she was so nervous she might do or say something stupid knowing how clumsy she sometimes can be. She didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of Sachiko Ogasawara—star of Lillian, Rosa Chinensis en bouton and most of all Yumi's idol. So for the whole ride, all Yumi did was calming herself down.

'Mmm…She smells like roses. It's so nice.'

Yumi secretly inhaled the fragrant scent coming from her seatmate. It helped her calm down. She decided not to think much of the situation and took the opportunity to enjoy the moment and make it memorable. Time stood still for her and she wished for it not to continue. Yumi's fantasy came to an end when she realized that her destination is near.

'Oh no, I'm about to get off any moment now. What if I trip or bump her side as I walk pass her? That will be so embarrassing. Maria-sama, I need your help.'

Fear, crept her heart as negative thoughts came to mind.

'Relax; panicking will do you no good. Just stand up, excuse yourself then walk slowly, the way a lady should. '

She was mentally coaching herself of her next actions. She was so focused with her current predicament; she didn't notice that one of her notes is slowly sliding out from her bag. When the bus came to a halt, Yumi has calmed down a bit. She quickly stood up and as she did, the notebook that was barely on top of her lap completely slid down to her side, settling on top of her seat without her knowledge.

'E-excuse me.'

She managed to say those words properly and thankfully, she didn't get any response. Because if she did—if she received a single word, or a simple nod or even a half smile—any of those could have been enough to melt her on the spot, or turn her into a statue or make her knees feel like jell-o. But because she didn't receive any, she was able to have the strength to walk her way out gracefully.

She made home with a wide smile on her face. That smile grew wider as she entered her room.

'I'm so happy. This is the best day of my life. I feel so inspired, I can write another poem.'

She excitedly said as she placed her bag on her desk.

'It's already open. I must have left it this way before leaving the library.'

She started rummaging her bag, looking for a certain notebook. With no success in finding it, she took out every item inside. Still, with no success, she started panicking and begun searching the whole area ( although she's pretty sure she didn't leave it there). That's when Yuuki came in.

She sat up on the bed, looked around and grimaced.

'What a mess. I better clean this up immediately so I can go to sleep.'

It's midnight, but the blue-eyed heiress is still wide awake. She's not even trying to sleep. She's lying on her bed with a notebook on her chest; hugging it tightly with both arms while looking at the ceiling blankly. She knows she has school tomorrow, but she can't bring herself to slumber. Her mind is busy understanding the poem she has read. Her imagination is busy wondering what kind of person the writer is. And her heart is excitedly anticipating to meet her.

'I'll find you soon, my sweet poet.'

To be continued...

A/N: I know this is a short chapter but I it's necessary for the flow of the story. I promise to make the next chapters longer. I don't know when I'll update this story since I'm busy with my work. I'll try to post chapter three before January. I haven't started writing it yet but I have a few ideas.