Every question in my mind begins with that simple yet ever knowing 'why'. Why can't I face her for more than a minute? Why can't I talk to her without having to make an excuse to leave? Why do I even think about her? Why is this happening to me?

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"Koenma sir?" A blue haired girl interrupted the yelling baby with her news."The boys are here."

"Thank you Botan, bring them in. Oh, and bring some tea. My throat hurts from yelling at Ogre."

"Yes Koenma sir."She left the baby and the papers and Ogre only to return just a moment later with 'the boys'. They all looked around the room expecting couches or somewhere to sit, but the room was empty save Koenma, his desk, and some paint cans and brushes. Seeing that, they all understood why there was no lounge, something they were always greeted by.

"Ah! Glad you could come! I have another mission for you, and please excuse me, my room is being redesigned so I don't have any couches right now." After hearing that, Botan left on her assigned errand: to make tea for Koenma. A while later, she opened the door with a tray filled with all necessary things to make tea. But before entering the room, she looked at the team, standing and oblivious of her gaze hovering over them. What? He didn't show up? I thought I brought him, too. she kept searching the group to find who she was looking for. oh. There he is. Why is he at the back? There's a space right there to stand and see Koenma better ...

"Botan," She snapped her eyes towards the baby, finally noticing she was coming closer to the prince.

"This time, you will be assisting them on their mission. They might need immediate healing where they're going. And make the tea, please."

Botan nodded and went to work on her task. She set the tray on the paper filled desk and began. She looked at everyone as they exited, since they asked for a short break first, but her gaze lingered longer at one particular person and as he was about to exit without a backward glance, Koenma howled. The one at the door luckily didn't look back instantly, which gave her time to switch her gaze from him to Koenma.

The papers on the desk seemed to shrink, and not only because the baby prince was waving his hat around and moving them off the table, but mostly because while Botan was staring at everyone leave, she forgot she was pouring milk into the cup and it overflowed. It spilled all over the desk and eventually on to Koenma's lap, intensely burning him and causing him to scream.

"I am so sorry Koenma sir!" Botan stared at the dancing baby for a second before she started to laugh.

Barely anyone sees a baby dance, or better yet no one ever sees a baby dance, which made her the first.

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As he was about to leave, he heard a scream. It took him a second to realize it came from Koenma and as he turned around, he saw a very awkward sight; papers were being thrown to the floor, Koenma was standing and his hat could be seen going in crazy directions with his faint voice saying 'ow' repeatedly and someone was laughing. Botan. Her blue hair was waving in the air and her personality was bubbling through her whole-hearted laugh, which rarely ever happened in company. Perhaps she realized this since she was coming towards him, or more to the door to close it. She was shakily walking, closer and closer to him until she was about to bump into him when she reached for the door to steady herself and instead of touching the door, she touched his hand. It took her a moment to realize she wasn't touching a door, doors weren't supposed to be this soft. She opened her eyes as her laughing slowly ceased and wished she still had them closed.

Her eyes say everything about her. Why haven't I noticed that before? Because you were never this close to her before He knew that voice, but of course, it wasn't his own.

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His eyes, they are so beautiful. Why can't I stay like this forever, but without him knowing I'm here? She felt her blood suddenly rush to her face as she fell to her knees, her hands loosing they're grip on the door, or his hand. She started to get up and turn around when a hand came into her vision. He is offering his hand to me! She took it and she was gently pushed to her feet.

"Thanks." She murmured and she was about to leave when his voice stopped her.

"Do you need some help cleaning that up?"

"If it's alright,... I mean... umm...why..." he flinched? "uhhh...I guess... sure." She felt like an idiot as she said this, knowing how she must sound at that moment. Nonetheless, he came with her to get things to clean up the mess she had created because of his considerate personality. And the mess was created because of him. The last part of course he didn't know, but he was still responsible for it. As they both cleaned up, she tried to look at him as often as possible, but almost always, he was looking somewhat near her.