I'm Happy, Yet What Am I Saying?
A silence is broken promptly by the ringing of a sweet voice giggling with pure glee, the sound echoing through the air before gradually being absorbed into the other daily sounds of life.
A playful cry follows in its wake, and more laughter erupts. The singing of the birds are drowned by it, and they beat their wings in irritation of it.
Leisurely, a young boy and girl come into view. lengthy, gloss black hair flailing about as the girl swung happily from the boy's drawn out, and firm scarves. She gave screams and giggles of pleasure, clearly enjoying this.
The boy's garnet eyes shone with fondness for the girl, his black tufts of hair jutting at every angle where the scarves did not cover. He was grinning, happy that she was happy. And he could ask for no more, other than to be with her always.
He set her down tenderly with his scarves, careful lest she gets hurt. Giggling more, she hugs him fondly, nuzzling her cheek against his. He could feel the warmth radiating from her. He sighed contentedly. Embracing her back, he nuzzled her as well, suprisingly gentle for someone such as him.
Kissing her cheek, she goes scarlet, as does he. He observes that she looks gorgeous when she does. The amount of color rushing to her cheeks is just right, and if possible, his grin grows wider. He had the most faultless girl he could ever imagine.
For this he was glad it was not a dream.
As they walked to a bench together, they sat down, staring at the sight in front of them silently. Moments like these were treasured, the silent companionship reassuring and ultimately blissful. There's nothing more calming than being able to exchange no words with your lover, yet learn much more than you could if you did.
His crimson eyes meeting her armada ones, they smiled, reading each others thoughts seemingly.
As they leaned their heads close up to each other, he wrapped her petite hand in his, giving it a warmhearted squeeze, and she giggled quietly. "Asuuu," She murmured, kissing his cheek. Her voice was like velvet, indescribably delicate, and magnificent sounding.
"Yes, Tsubaki-chan?" He replied, giving his utmost attention to his astonishing partner.
She smiled at him, and his heart skipped a few beats. "I love you," She whispered, her eyes closing as she dozed off. His heart contracted, bursting full of love.
"I love you, too, Tsubaki-chan." He leaned down and kissed her forehead affectionately, before placing her head in his lap lightly. Stroking her sleek black hair, he hummed a soft melody to her, wondering what she was dreaming about.
He hoped it was him.
His thoughts were broken off as he heard mutters, and he peered up to see a few adults looking at him. At the sight of him looking back, they swiftly glanced away and dispersed, as if it would make it less obvious.
Except they did this everytime.
He sighed, still stroking Tsubaki's hair gently. Why couldn't they just leave them alone? He wondered for a brief second. Then he smiled wryly. As if they'd let one of their own fall in love with a demon god. And especially one who was the son of the one who almost killed their god.
Oh, the irony, he contemplated.
He knew they didn't approve of this. And he wondered just how long they'd keep it up. He hoped they wouldn't try and take Tsubaki from him, but he knew that they would sometime.
He'd execute them before they could though, of course. He growled at the deliberation of someone trying to steal her from him.
Quieting down as he felt Tsubaki stir from her sleep, he resumed his melody to her, resigning his thoughts to completely inside his head now.
He loved her. Why couldn't they understand that? Wholly? Oh, they knew he loved her. They knew she loved him back. But they feared that love. They feared she would be hurt. He frowned. He'd never hurt her, ever. How could he? She was ideal in every way, he wouldn't dare injure a hair on her. But of course, people didn't believe that to be true.
Sighing, he shook his head. Such ignorant people these days, he thought. Always so simple minded. They can never peer out further than what they surmise is safe, for fear of finding the truth to be unbearable. And in turn, they make things worse off for them and others.
He smiled. Well, let them constrict themselves to that. They wouldn't have any affect on him. Let them drown themselves entirely in their lies, foolishly acting to be safe, only to put them in more danger. They think not of the consequences but of how it benefits them. It won't be until it's too late until they realize how foolish they've been.
He'd ignore them, mostly. But if they ever dare hurt Tsubaki they'd rue the day they even thought of thinking of thinking of that.
He grinned. Now there was something he was looking forward to seeing.
Unknowingly to him, he chuckled, awakening his former napping lover.
"Asu? What're you thinking about?" She asked, tilting her head.
He grinned at her, shaking his head. "Nothing of importance, love." He told her.
And it was true. Petty humans don't matter.
But Tsubaki does. And she always will.