Cold weather
Amplified
The temperature
Dropping
Zero.
Frozen in place
Stunned
In disbelief
The sage
Indeed
Jaded green eyes
Far more sinister
Behind the mask.
"Well come now. I think Yumi-chan would be delighted to see you."
As if flipping a switch
Immediate swap
Of character
From a cold cynic
To a sweet grandmother.
Terrifying.
On par
Crystal façades
Of a certain devil woman
Except
This one
Perfectly concealed
Only now
Unveiled.
In silence
They walked
Subtle understanding
In deep contemplation
Attempt to foretell
Deadly consequences.
Subconsciously
The cynic knew
Another storm
Brewing.
In the distance
A familiar place
Coming closer
Just last night
He had been here.
The bell rang
Announce
Another
Predicament.
Slow opening
Of a grand door
Revealing
A certain recluse
Wary black eyes
Upon seeing
The sage
He glowered
In displeasure.
"Hikigaya-san. What is Miura-sama doing here?"
His voice
Dripping with hostility
Now that he thought of it
The two
Similar
Yet
Like the wolf
And the lion
Both
Vicious
Prestigious
Unable to tolerate
The presence
Of each other.
The sage stepped forward.
"Is there a problem with me visiting my granddaughter?"
"Of all the times, you choose to show up now."
From the sidelines
The cynic
Silent spectator
Jade green and sharp black
Thunder and lightning
Once again
He must act
The bomb agent
Defuse the situation.
"Now is not the time to quarrel about petty disputes."
At the very least
Douse the flames
A moment of calm
Before a storm.
The sage and recluse
Breaking deadlock
Finally
Proverbial dust
Briefly settled.
The three
Making their way
A flight of stairs
Heavy silence
Broken
By a staccato
Of footsteps.
"She's taking a nap right now."
Sharp creaking
Opening the door
Into the room
Observe
A beautiful girl
Fast asleep.
Slowly traipsing
The sage
Gazing at her grandchild
Her hands
Crossed behind
As if
Inspecting.
A slight frown
Evident
On her
Unreadable visage.
"Well... she certainly is still alive."
The recluse crossed his arms
At her remark.
With a wrinkled hand
Lightly
Touch
An arm
Of the fire queen
Shaking her head
Upon seeing
A bandaged part.
"How... disappointing."
"What do you know?"
"That is exactly the point."
Like two serpents
Hissing in animosity
Indeed
The two
Put together
Both a hazard
To each other.
Icy glares
Cannot compare
Dark green eyes
Hundredfold
Intimidating.
Only matched
By a pair
Razor sharp
Black ice.
"You have no idea."
"And you do? That makes you responsible."
"You have no right to criticize."
"Is that so? Where were you when she needed you most?"
The sage struck him in check.
"Had it not been for this young man here, we would be gathering together with white flowers."
"Will you two stop fighting."
Attention
Drawn
Towards
The cynic
Deadly silence
Ensued.
Looking to his side
The sleeping woman
Silently
Glistening streams
Tears
Rolling down
Her pinkish cheeks.
"We... should leave her in peace. For now."
The fire queen
Stirred
Turning away
Hiding.
Filing out of the room
A discussion
Or an argument
To resolve
Or point the blame.
Consequence
Fallout
Catastrophy.
Severity of repercussion
Directly proportional
To the amount of time
It was evaded.
It was childish.
Truth be told
Man
Grows old
But does not
Grow up.
In life
The key to success
Is finding someone to blame.
On the contrary
A good solution
Is a good scapegoat.
Source: me.
