Now…it's time for Yamato-kun to showcase his passion. Hmmm…I wonder what I should do with this.
Ah, FTS. Lesgo. (pardon the abbreviated vulgarity, but do you have any Grey Poupon?)
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Shibuya Poetry
Chapter 22:
An Officer And A Gentle Woman.
I remember.
It feels so long gone,
But yet so near.
I remember when you were only
Thirteen? Fourteen? I don't know.
All I know was that you were
A lost child,
Finding a light
At the end of the tunnel,
And having to face it
Again and again.
Team Resistance?
What is resistance?
I'm sure one can right resistance
Though conformity.
I tried my best to help you
Find your way,
But your resisted.
Now I knew the meaning.
You were a rebel, and a devil
Who used her imagination
To keep Cain raised
All day, all night
Whenever you felt like it.
You had no answer,
Had no identity,
Had no remorse,
No shame.
You had a blank face
Put on by your misery,
Wallowing in guilt
And hopelessness.
The starseed that used to shine
As bright as a white-gowned
Superstar
Had turned to chaos.
I fell to my knees,
Hoping that you were
Alive, but still
That blank star of darkness
In your downtrodden
Amber eyes told me
The truth.
You needed help,
But you couldn't find it.
Somebody had to set you right,
And it wasn't gonna be me.
It was going to be somebody from
My kind
That would set you right.
Of all the people that you
Got in cathouse fights with,
You had to take a cathouse
On my little sister.
She won, you lost,
And that was the end.
I came to the hospital,
Hoping that you were fine.
As a last resort,
I gave you a piece of paper
That had my number
So that you could call me
If you needed me.
You didn't lose it,
You didn't throw your life away,
And I watched as tears
came down your eyes,
As we made a promise
That none of this
Would happen again.
Right, Miyu?
Sometimes, I think to myself,
And discuss another thing:
The age discrepancy.
I was only 23, and you were only 13.
As I made that promise to you,
My heart panicked about that.
It seemed like a crime
To love you.
Me, an officer.
You, a gentle woman.
Could it be any more obvious.
The bells have rung,
I put on my white tuxedo.
You walk down that road
In Paradise,
The birds are singing,
The animals are rejoicing,
God is smiling,
And as for me,
I wonder…
Loving you isn't a crime at all.
Making sure you love me isn't, either.
Nothing between us would fight the law
And smash it like two rocks in a chain gang.
As long as you are okay,
I feel the power inside you,
From station to station,
Nation to nation,
I get satisfaction,
You're ready for action.
I love you Miyu.
Because I am an officer,
And you are a gentle woman.
Nothing can be more obvious
than that.
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End Chapter 22
Please, do review. Flames, once again, are highly discouraged, unless you want your PC to suffer Acute Computer Immunodeficiency Syndrome, or ACIDS…(is there such a thing?)
Ah, FTS. Lesgo. (pardon the abbreviated vulgarity, but do you have any Grey Poupon?)
*************
Shibuya Poetry
Chapter 22:
An Officer And A Gentle Woman.
I remember.
It feels so long gone,
But yet so near.
I remember when you were only
Thirteen? Fourteen? I don't know.
All I know was that you were
A lost child,
Finding a light
At the end of the tunnel,
And having to face it
Again and again.
Team Resistance?
What is resistance?
I'm sure one can right resistance
Though conformity.
I tried my best to help you
Find your way,
But your resisted.
Now I knew the meaning.
You were a rebel, and a devil
Who used her imagination
To keep Cain raised
All day, all night
Whenever you felt like it.
You had no answer,
Had no identity,
Had no remorse,
No shame.
You had a blank face
Put on by your misery,
Wallowing in guilt
And hopelessness.
The starseed that used to shine
As bright as a white-gowned
Superstar
Had turned to chaos.
I fell to my knees,
Hoping that you were
Alive, but still
That blank star of darkness
In your downtrodden
Amber eyes told me
The truth.
You needed help,
But you couldn't find it.
Somebody had to set you right,
And it wasn't gonna be me.
It was going to be somebody from
My kind
That would set you right.
Of all the people that you
Got in cathouse fights with,
You had to take a cathouse
On my little sister.
She won, you lost,
And that was the end.
I came to the hospital,
Hoping that you were fine.
As a last resort,
I gave you a piece of paper
That had my number
So that you could call me
If you needed me.
You didn't lose it,
You didn't throw your life away,
And I watched as tears
came down your eyes,
As we made a promise
That none of this
Would happen again.
Right, Miyu?
Sometimes, I think to myself,
And discuss another thing:
The age discrepancy.
I was only 23, and you were only 13.
As I made that promise to you,
My heart panicked about that.
It seemed like a crime
To love you.
Me, an officer.
You, a gentle woman.
Could it be any more obvious.
The bells have rung,
I put on my white tuxedo.
You walk down that road
In Paradise,
The birds are singing,
The animals are rejoicing,
God is smiling,
And as for me,
I wonder…
Loving you isn't a crime at all.
Making sure you love me isn't, either.
Nothing between us would fight the law
And smash it like two rocks in a chain gang.
As long as you are okay,
I feel the power inside you,
From station to station,
Nation to nation,
I get satisfaction,
You're ready for action.
I love you Miyu.
Because I am an officer,
And you are a gentle woman.
Nothing can be more obvious
than that.
****************
End Chapter 22
Please, do review. Flames, once again, are highly discouraged, unless you want your PC to suffer Acute Computer Immunodeficiency Syndrome, or ACIDS…(is there such a thing?)