Queen of fire
Prince of hearts
The two faced each other
Over coffee and cake
To the naked eye
It was sweet.
Look closer.
It was an illusion.
Through the eyes of a cynic
It is a lie.
Truth
Always difficult to believe
Lies
An alternative truth
Thus
Make the truth so unbelievable
People would believe it.
Source: me.
"Yumiko."
Her name
Like a melody
Music to her ears
Lovely.
Monologues.
Such a peculiar way of thinking.
A wave
Accompanied by a smile
Antidote
To break her daze.
"Oh- ah! Sorry H-Hayato."
"You were spacing out again."
"Its just... a lot on my mind recently."
She nervously giggled.
Quite the understatement.
His blue eyes
Like a deep sea
Look into the abyss
Only to find
The abyss looking back.
"What are you thinking about?"
"Erm... ah, nothing..."
If there was one more skill
That she failed to learn
Was the ability
To create a counter
Stave off questions
Evasive maneuvers.
"I was thinking... maybe you wanted to go to a movie saturday night?"
"Oh. Apologies, I have an important family event to attend on that day. Perhaps sunday?"
"Of course!"
"How are things between you and Hikitani-kun?"
She inwardly grimaced
At the mention
Of his name
A strange reaction
Laced with irritation
But not hesitation.
"It's Hikigaya-kun. I'd think by now you two should know each other pretty well."
"Why do you think so?"
Closer scrutiny
Revealing
Thin lines
On a mask
Between the gaps
What is it?
"Nevermind. You two seem so... similar. Yet different."
"We are not the same."
"You seem snappy there. What's up with you two?"
"I don't want to talk about him."
Tilting his head
A bright smile
Too bright.
Most people
Under such a gaze
Hypnotizing eyes
Dreams
But not her
Not anymore.
"Let's go take a stroll in the park, shall we?"
"Yeah, sure."
She held his hands
Strangely
It felt cool
Warmth was present
Enough to send her heart
Fluttering
But no?
His hands were soft against hers
Smooth as silk
Fine features
Of a prince
Yet
As they walked
Vermilion clouds
Wafted in the sky
A romantic scene
Each step
Light
But
Lacking
Something?
Looking at him
His face
Unreadable
But clearly
Like a painting
Handsome
Apathetic
Blank canvas.
Something was lacking.
She felt so.
In an instant
Halt
Frozen
Ahead
A sight
That sent a piercing sensation
Through her heart.
Looking at the boy beside her
It seemed
The feeling
Mutual
A painting
A frown.
For in front of them
Another pair
Perhaps
Inversed reflection
Of themselves.
"Oh look, Hikigaya-kun!"
Dead fish eyes locked onto hers.
Closer.
"Haruno."
Displeasure
Apparent
On a normally
Cheerful face
Of the blonde man.
"My, my. Hayato-kun. Lovely atmosphere, isn't it?"
She flinched
Swiftly
His hands
Broke
From her light hold.
In contrast
The woman
In front of her
Her arms
Like a serpent
Wrapped
Around an arm
She wanted to scream.
Faint shade
Cheeks redden
In irritation
Vexed
By such a revolting sight
Even more
It seemed
He didn't mind it.
"It's not what you think it is."
"Of course not! How silly to assume such!"
What does that mean?
Sensing
Taste
The atmosphere
Salt and bitter notes
Laced with poison?
Meanwhile
Emerald
Against
Narrow dark ones.
A very subtle nod
Understanding.
Language of loners.
She would have to be patient.
Play along.
"Oh, Hachi. Don't Miura-san and Hayato-kun look good together?"
Immediately
She scowled
At the mention
Of a dear name
Mocking
Insulting
Provocative.
A trap.
She knew.
Patience. Wait for it.
"I wish we could be like them too."
Curse this witch.
She was furious
Fire
threatening
Explosive
But
She knew
It would disappoint
A certain cynic
Patience is a virtue.
Courtesy of a rotten person.
"Unfortunately Haruno, we can't."
Peculiarly
Cool
Familiar voice
The answer
Like a noose
Loosening
Relief.
Breathe.
"Why not?"
"I hate you."
Her smile
Peach eyes
Gazing
She felt
Something darker
Sending cold shivers
Down her spine.
Instinctively, she inched back.
So did the prince.
The devil woman
With a delicate finger
Meticulously
He faced her
Yet
He was unwavering
Dead eyes
Thunder and lightning
Against deadly ones.