After Misa left the boys began talking to each other.
"You know, her eyes seemed even shinier today." Sian pointed out.
"So what?" Ian said.
"You know, you seem like you're in a bad mood."
"I don't want to marry that thing."
"Think about it this way, in the future you'll be a king."
"Like I should be."
"You know, I've been thinking about it, and I do have another regret."
"What is it?"
"I never told you that I'm a poet." Ian laughed.
"A poet? That's so lame." Sian's face dropped.
"Please listen to one of my poems before making judgments."
"Fine, but just one."
"Great. This poem is called, the love that was to never be.
Forgive me for seeming like such a downer,
or a pessimist,
I love her,
but it was never meant to be.
It's not that I don't love her,
or that my love isn't strong enough,
trust me,
my love for her is as wide as the universe,
which is infinitely wide,
but it's just a fact that out love will never be.
She's in a whole other world.
I should have seen this coming,
I mean, what in my life has ever gone the way I wanted it to?
But I kinda tricked myself into believing that we could be together,
only for a moment or two.
Yes, that illusion faded long ago,
and left me with daydreams and fantasies,
after all,
what would a girl like her,
see in a guy like me?" Ian looked at his friend in shock when he finished his poem.
"That wasn't half bad. How long have you been working on that?" Ian asked.
"I made it up on the spot."
"Really? That's pretty impressive. Of course, I can do better."
"Cool. Can I hear your poem?"
"Of course, mine is completely made up on the spot as well. It's called shiny eyes.
Your shiny eyes,
the eyes I feel in love with,
the eyes that I know.
I don't know them to cry,
yet here they are,
on my shoulder,
pouring out water,
like the skies pour rain.
Your shiny eyes,
the eyes that touched my heart,
that soared down from the heavens to meet me.
I don't know them to bleed,
yet here they are
bleeding, like they cried tears,
which would pour out of your eyes like rain." Sian looked at his friend in awe. Ian was actually just quoting a book that he had read, but he wasn't going to tell Sian that.
"That was great, as expected from the superior being." He said excitedly.
"Naturally. I just can't be beat."
"Of course not, who could beat the superior being? No one, that's why you're called the superior being, not the inferior being."
"You know, the princess' story made it sound like she was going to choose one of us instead of one of us choosing her over death."
"Misa looked pretty tired, probably with the preparations for the wedding, so she probably wasn't thinking well enough to tell the story correctly."
"So how about you tell it then?"
"I'd be glad to. You see two guys got caught trespassing, like us, on the night of the festival, like us, and were thrown in jail, like we were. The princess ended up falling in love with one of the prisoners. The queen found out about her love for the prisoner and talked to the prisoner the princess had fallen in love with and his companion. Because the princess was a stickler for the rules, she wouldn't break them to marry her love, and they all knew that. So they all collectively agreed on a law that would force the princess to marry one of them, and because the princess was such a stickler for the rules they made it the prisoner's responsibility to choose which one would marry her. On the scheduled day of the execution the law was revealed to the princess and she was married to her love. Unfortunately for her love's companion, the law only saved one of them, and so he was still executed. The story is still commonly told today, as an example of sacrificing for friends."
"So that law is the reason I'm getting married to the princess huh? That's better than death, especially because I get to become a king eventually. Finally I'll be in a position of authority where I can show off how awesome I am."
"Yes indeed sir. Your future subjects are very lucky."
"Excuse me prisoners. I hope you don't mind me interrupting your stupid conversation,but I have food for you." An intimidating looking male gengar said to the boys. He threw two apples at both of them. Both boys caught their apples and looked at the gengar, who quickly floated away. Both boys hungrily devoured their apples at an amazing speed.
"I completely forgot all about how hungry I was." Sian said.
"How could you forget about being hungry?" Ian asked.
"Well being on death row kinda was a more important thing to think about, at least to me."
"True. You know, if you're going to die, you need something to think about before you die, something that'll make you smile, that way you'll be going out with a smile."
"I'll think about our friendship."
"No, you need something more specific than that."
"Like what?"
"Think about how hot that sneasel chick was."
"Actually, I have something even better. Thanks for the advice, when I die I'll die with a smile."
"Wonderful. I hope that's true. So how do they kill you anyways?"
"They chopped the last guy's head off with an axe, but that was over a hundred years ago."
"The last time someone had the death sentence was over a hundred years ago?"
"Well, no, but the way you die for almost every crime is different. The punishment for murder, for example, is crucifixion."
"Crucifixion?"
"They nail your hands and feet to a wooden cross, it's the most painful ways to kill someone." After a little while more of talking the boys went to sleep.
Just for the record, I completely made these poems up on the spot while writing.
