Another figure
Once more
Approaching
Blonde middle-aged man
It appeared as if
The prince
Have turned
Into a king.
"Hikigaya-san. Your presence has been quite... impactful, to say the least."
Translation
He was a nuisance
By appearing
Wrong moment and time
Raising the dust
Rocking the proverbial boat
A threat
To whatever plan
These power hungry
Beasts
Were conjuring.
"I suppose so."
He scoffed
Lighting a pipe
And took a long drag
Before looking at him.
"A man of a few words. You do not talk much, do you?"
"I do not have much to say."
The man chuckled
His voice was deep
Often with an air of
Menace
Surprisingly
Even a hint of joy.
"Hayato could learn a thing or two from you."
To the man
This mysterious
dead-fish eyed fellow
Who threatened to destroy
His own interests
Was quite the character
Perhaps even
The son he never had.
A shame
He had a poor excuse
For a prince.
"As much as I dislike you, I have to respect your conduct. Son, you have a bright future ahead of you."
The cynic winced at the statement.
If his life was a movie
He would laugh
At his current situation.
The plan
For a bland
But independent
Façade
Certainly
Blew up
Right up his face.
"But if you decide to marry Haruno-san. We may get off the wrong boot."
His voice had an air of acid
As he eyed him
Warily
And walked away.
Worry not.
A devil is the last thing I want.
Checking the watch on his wrist
It was a good time to go
Past ten
He was spent
And felt like a corpse.
He shuffled back in the hall
Bid farewell
Hopefully never to see
These faces again.
Of course
He was once more
Followed
By a certain devil woman
And like a noose
Wrapped around him
Suffocating his being
Once more.
"Where are you going?"
"To the moon."
He snapped
Sarcastically
Eager to go home
And sleep like the dead.
"Take me with you."
He simply chuckled to her remark.
"Woman, I hope you had a good evening."
"Oh yes. And you?"
He sighed
Allowing his shoulders to droop
And wearily glared at her.
"You. Are. A real pain. In the ass."
She giggled
Nuzzling into his chest.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
"Definitely not."
With a hand
She pulled his tie
Closer
Dead eyes met peach ones
As her moist lips
Glistened
In a bid
To capture his.
"Ahem... too close."
"Mou... Hachiman... no goodbye kisses?"
"Fresh out. Savour that one kiss on the forehead."
"Hmph..."
She stared at him
With seductive eyes
A faint shade of pink
On her smooth cheeks.
"P-please..."
Clever snake. How could any man pass up this opportunity?
In a sudden movement
She pounced forth
In an attempt
To catch his lips
Wrapping her arms
Around his neck.
"Oi- mmphm..."
Fortunately
With quick reflex
Pulling his lips inward
And turning upward
Deflecting her attack
To his chin.
"Oi. Hold it woman."
"Mm... I was so... close..."
Profusely rubbing his chin
He grimaced at her.
"Don't kiss people just like that."
And in an unexpected turn of events
It was him
Who returned fire.
Planting his own kiss.
On the cheek.
Her face bloomed bright red
A rare sight
Almost surreal
Instead of a cunning devil
Just another woman
In front of him
Hiding her face
Behind her hands.
"Have a good night."
With that
He walked away
Leaving her
A mess of emotions
Her heart
Beating rapidly
Her legs
Trembling
A sensation
She has forgotten
Far too long.
Perhaps
He was taking the game
Too seriously
Too far.
But then again
If it does not go too far
Then it is not entertaining.
There is thrill.
On the edge.