Make or break.
The bitter lesson
He learned
All those years ago
Perhaps he was thankful
It was medicine
For the hallucinations
Of truth and perfection
A blessing
And a curse.
The day he learned
Rejection is acceptance.
The same fears grappled him
But now
If he had taken the antidote
Turning him into a cynic
A queen of fire
Contorted into ice
A terrifying concept.
He took it badly
Yet now he was immunized
To the temptations
The same results
Cannot be expected
On a different subject.
Variables and factors
Produce assorted outcomes
Most of it
Devastating after-effects
He was a testament to it.
He refuses to run.
He who runs from his troubles
Will meet it down the next corner.
Here he was again
In the presence
Of a certain sage
With the same emerald eyes
Of a younger woman
And if he had gotten used to
Icy glares of a certain clan
Those two green orbs
Were a hundred-fold as piercing
As the darkest black ice.
Yet amidst that
This woman
She was not as cold
Nor as intimidating
But certainly
A respectable individual
Subtle hints of a mastermind
Top of the pyramid
The aristocrat
To topple all the other aristocrats.
"A fine evening, isn't it?"
"Yes, I suppose it is."
It was not him
To seek advice
A proud loner must be independent
But in the company
Fellow outcasts
He may find support.
However
The sage and cynic
Are not equals.
One rose up from the dirt
To challenge destiny
But the other
Fell from low
To lower.
Behind the cold stone façade
Just another weak boy
A sharp contrast
Beside him
A true Queen
She who has surpassed all.
"Miyako-sama. Do you regret?"
She rubbed her dark gloves
A faint smile
Evident on her thin lips.
"Regret?"
Both of them quietly viewed
Blue scenery
Illuminated by lamp-posts
Strings of lights
Watching people go by.
"Not anymore. If I had the chance to do it all over again, I would not change a thing."
"You would not try to build a closer family?"
"Family is as close as people can get. The concept of loving by blood is perhaps the most conceited of all relationships. Nevertheless, love your family."
"The question is still unanswered."
Dark green met dead black
But there was no friction
Between the two.
"I tried. But we do not always get what we want, do we? It is enough to have the essentials. You can work and suffer for as long, and still not obtain your goals."
"Atleast it gives you consolation for your efforts."
"Indeed. Essential is to see that in the end, it all worked out."
Moment of standstill
Time to let the words sink in
Like a stone to a pond
The mind absorbs wisdom.
"Business or family?"
She lightly shook her head.
"Never mix both."
"I do not understand. Why do you value your works more than family?"
"I never valued anything more than I do with family. Hikigaya-san. If you had suffered blood, sweat and tears to achieve your goals, will you simply forfeit them in exchange for something you already have?"
"Family is worth more than everything."
"It is. That is why you do not mix business with it. That is a lesson I have learned the hard way. That is why I cannot and will not return."
Golden skies
Cool wind
Whistling through
Red coat and black
Two silhouettes
Peculiar.
"What is the right choice?"
"There is no right or wrong, per se. Society molds morality according to it's interests. Pick a choice, do not regret it."
Right or wrong?
Who decided which is which?
Throughout history
Men dictated what is
What is not
Crab mentality
Majority
Override
Rationality
With regards to morality
Even cynicism
Must draw on
Optimism.
"That Saturday night. Why do they know Miura-san?"
Draping a leg over the other
In pensive silence
The sage crossed her arms.
"For a moment, I thought you were Saito-kun. Yes, the Miura family was a rival to the Yukinoshita and Hayama. Was."
Emphasis on the last word
Trace of bitterness
Her jade eyes
Sharp.
"I would expect Saito-san, as your son, to be there."
"Well. My son hates me alright."
If it was laughter
At a grim fact
Or to blunt
Agonizing truth
He could not tell.
