Poems: Hisana's Innermost Thoughts - Part II
Hisana's POV version.
I knocked.
"Byakuya-sama, I've brought you some tea."
"Ah, come in Hisana," he replied.
I entered.
"I've just finished another poem, would you like me to read it"
Oh, not again...
Maybe I could sidetrack him with something. A conversation, maybe? One without rhymes.
"Eh-" I started, but he cut me off.
"And it's dedicated to you, of course."
"Byakuya-sama, you're too kind," I reluctantly gave in and sighed.
"Fluttering Blossoms
Oh, so shiny and lovely"
I felt a little nauseous.
Flutter and flutter," he finished reciting with pride.
Heh, a five-year old could write that. Not that I was going to tell him, of course. At least his haikus were short. 'Heaven forbid him trying to write me another epic poem,' I prayed.
'Please,' I added for reassurance.
I saw him picking up the brush-pen again. Oh, no. No, no, no. Just no. Was he writing another poem? Why couldn't he just drink the tea?
"Your smile, ever so uneven
Gladdens my heart
Is your right eye
More stable than the left?
The warmth you bring me,
Your soft glow,
Completes my life"
He paused and stared at the paper for a while. Was he finally realizing the quality of his work?
He smiled.
Nevermind, then. A shame, really.
And how exactly was I supposed to respond to this? I stopped stuttering and tried to give an excuse for my lack of commentary.
"Excuse me, I was, well, uh, too happy to form coherent phrases. Ah, how embarassing."
Well, he seemed pleased. Too pleased, in fact. He was writing another one.
I had to interrupt. Or leave. I don't mind how many poems he wants to write - just as long as I don't have to sit here and listen to them all.
"Byakuya-sama?"
"Ah, yes, Hisana?"
"Well, I'll be leaving now," I bowed and headed for the door, leaving the tray.
Mission accomplished.
He needs a new hobby...
Maybe I could suggest him to write things other than poetry?
A/N: Oh, and the "to" can either mean like, "From Byakuya To Hisana" or the japanese "to" meaning "and". Because, I guess, they both work.
I guess Hisana wouldn't find it funny after years and years of constant poetry. But the next chapter's their first meeting (yay).