Sorry it took so long! I've been SO busy and SO braindead. But I have changed the title, and the summary to fit the story more! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Yugioh OR any poems by Robert Frost.
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Chapter Seven: Sunrise, Sunset
Sakura woke early the next morning. She looked at her alarm clock on the bed stand and saw that it was 5:50AM. She got out of bed and got dressed in her normal clothes. It was a Saturday so she didn't have to put her uniform on.
After a quick eggo-waffle, she walked down to the small corner park. Looking around her, she silently marveled at how quiet it was. As she walked through the park gate, she thought about how much she loved the silence. She looked at her watch and saw the date on it said March 21st. The first day of spring.
She took a deep breath as she kept walking. She loved spring. It was full of new inspirations for new songs and poems. She thought of her guitar in her closet, waiting for her to play a new melody on the newly tightened strings. She thought of the pad of paper on her desk, waiting for her to write new words on the fresh paper.
"Bakura! I'm trying to think!" Ryou snapped angrily to Bakura.
'Sor-ry!' Bakura snapped back. His 'Ghost' was sitting next to Ryou, who was angrily folding up a piece of paper and stuffing it in his pocket. 'It's not my fault if you can't write poems that Rhyme!'
"It's not supposed to Rhyme!" Ryou said exasperated. "It's a Haiku!"
Sakura stopped when she heard Ryou's voice. She made her way through a small cluster of trees. "Ryou?" She called out to him. As she emerged from the small group of trees, she saw Ryou look at her from the small hill. He blushed.
"Oh, hi Sakura," he mumbled blushing. 'Darn. Since she can't see or hear Bakura, she probably thinks I'm some sort of wacko talking to myself!' Sakura climbed up the hill and sat next to him.
"What are you doing here at this time of morning?" Sakura asked him.
Ryou laughed, relived she wasn't asking about who he was talking to. "I was about to ask you the same thing! I was just coming down here to watch the sunset," he explained. "I try to do it at least once a week."
Sakura nodded. "It's a good habit to get into," she agreed. They fell silent as the light of dawn began to creep over the horizon. She and Ryou watched in silence.
'You idiot!' Insulted Bakura. 'The timing is right! If you're not gonna kiss her, at least do SOMETHING romantic!'
As much as Ryou hated listening to Bakura, he slowly moved his hand to Sakura's. He gently placed it on top of hers. But instead of moving her hand away, as Ryou had feared, she kept it there.
Sakura felt Bakura place his hand on hers. She glanced down at the mood ring on her finger. 'It's purple!' She thought to herself amazed. That was supposed to mean she was feeling romance!
"I love how the sun makes everything in nature look golden on the first day of spring," Ryou said, almost breathless.
"Nothing gold can stay," said Sakura absent mindedly.
"Hm?" Ryou was confused.
Sakura started to recite a poem.
"Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower,
But only so an hour.
But leaf subsides to leaf,
As Eden sank to grief.
As dawn turns into day,
Nothing gold can stay."
Ryou sighed and looked at the horizon. "What's that supposed to mean anyway?"
Sakura shrugged. "I think it's supposed to mean nothing too good can last forever."
There was a long silence as the sun rose into the sky. "This is nice," Ryou observed. "How about we make this a tradition."
Sakura cocked her head. "You mean every year on the first say of spring?"
Ryou shook his head. "How about on Mondays we watch the sunrise, and on Fridays we watch the sunset."
Sakura smiled. "Yeah. That'd be real nice." They both got up and walked hand in hand until they reached the park exit.
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I hope you liked this. I got the poem from the book, "The Outsiders." It's a real good book. Even if Johnny dies.