My muse has temporarily abandoned me, so I'm sorry if this seems forced.
Theme: Spring
Warnings: Possible traces of "Did not do the research" (on my behalf)
Reviews are appreciated.
Shunsui loved Spring. He loved the colors it brought out on the trees and the smell of sakura petals floating in the air. He loved how pink everything was. Spring matched his flowery kimono, and most importantly, his personality. He also thought it matched his Nanao-chan; the vitality and vigor in her swelled in tune to the weather, and he enjoyed watching her emerge out of her winter severity.
He loved spoiling his Nanao-chan this time of year. He loved leaving flowers, bits of poetry and small gifts on her desk almost every week. Her workspace was too dull for springtime, and he intended to fix that, no matter how many times she insisted that he was only adding more clutter and annoyance.
But he never failed to catch her faint blush on her face as he was kicked from her workspace. He had also caught her smelling the flowers and smiling, slipping his poems neatly into her desk drawer. Sure enough, when he went to check weeks later, all of his poems were still there.
"My precious Nanao-chan enjoys my poetry," he murmured into her ear one evening as she finished paperwork. Nanao paused in her writing, eyes twitching.
"Sir, what are you talking about?"
"My poems," Shunsui responded, his hands coming up to gently grasp her shoulders. "You save them in your desk."
A fan came up to smack one of his hands. He did not move, but instead starting reciting a recent work of his.
"My darling Nanao is a flower that blooms, a swan that spreads her wings; her radiance sweeps my nights of gloom, come the sunrise of her Spring, and when-"
"Sir!" she squawked, face flushing. Shunsui emitted a deep chuckle.
"What's wrong, Nanao-chan? You don't like it?"
"I hardly think it's appropriate, Kyoraku-taicho," she hissed through clenched teeth, grabbing his hands and shoving them away from her shoulders. Shunsui looked down at her with a frown.
"So cold, Nanao-chan," he said. "Will it be more romantic to you if I delivered it on parchment, perhaps with some rose petals, or fresh cherry blossoms with-"
"Sir, I have to finish these papers. Please get out." Ah, there was that blush. The pink gracing her cheeks reminded Shunsui of sakura trees, pink roses, and the glimmer of moonlight on red wine being sipped by stained lips-
"Taicho? Taicho!" Nanao's voice interrupted his brief stream of comparisons. He smiled down at her.
"I'm terribly sorry Nanao-chan. I was merely thinking of your beauty and comparing it to the phenomena of nature that we are blessed with this time of year."
His compliment was received by a glare, but he observed something else hidden behind the anger in her violet eyes. He leaned down, careful to avoid her hand that still gripped her trusty fan.
"My Nanao-chan doesn't believe she's beautiful?" he inquired softly. Shock first registered on his lieutenant's face, but she recovered quickly.
"Sir?"
He straightened up with a swirl of his pink haori and a dramatic sigh. "This must be remedied! Come, Nanao-chan, abandon this mess and take a walk with me. A woman must never doubt her radiance, especially-"
THWACK.
Shunsui stumbled back, gripping his nose.
"Taicho, I appreciate your concern, but there other things I must attend to." With those words, Nanao gathered the papers sitting on the desk and scurried out of the room.
"We'll talk later, my beauty!" Shunsui sauntered after her. "My beloved Nanao-chan is the resilient blossom who hides her gleaming brilliance behind a thorny veil! One day I will have her beauty all to myself, my shining flower!"
Yeah. Lame.