Green flashes by.

Accompanied by a length of wood, and a glint of white.

Walking out, into the sun.

Holding the newest conquest.

The newest information.

The clipboard sparkles in the sun.

Putting it down, refining the technique.

Technique of the Sword.

Technique of the Spy.

Technique of the Smarts.

Technique of the Chairman.

Technique of the Green Ones.

Technique of the Butterfly.

Green.

Like aliens.

Like jade.

Like grass.

Like limes.

Like cukes.

Like all of the expanses of forests.

Forests.

Like them.

Them and their secrets.

Secrets upheld.

Secrets forgiven.

Secrets told.

Secrets untold.

The same yet inevitably different.

Hiding behind a false front.

Drawing out the true self only after the damage is done.

Hurting others in the process.

Slashing the bonds like slashing the sword.

Watching the butterfly go by,

Deciding not samurai enough.

To reach out and catch it.

Must always be better.

Never good enough.

Must improve.

What is the question.

Like chara like bearer.

Watching the butterfly go by.

And search all of Japan.

Letting it all go by.

Letting it fly through forested expanses of green.

Green like his hair.

Like his glasses.

Like his favorite color.

Like chara like bearer.

Drawing the wooden sword.

Waiting for it to glimmer into a reality.

Like a far off dream.

Of butterflies.

Draw out his soul.

His green soul.

His samurai soul.

Like Chara.

Like Bearer.

Secrets forested until eternity.

Until they become a pile of sludge.

Or they meet their butterfly.

Their elusive butterfly.

Until then,

Brown flashes by.

A wooden sword drives down from overhead,

Slicing the air.

Just wait, little one, just wait.

Ferret out all the information you want.

Keep all your secrets.

Become Chairman of a school.

Get a real, glinting, samurai's sword.

But be patient.

Why? Because...

Your butterfly will arrive soon.

Meyumi-chan: I feel like these drabbles are getting worse the more I write them. This one was sorta hard to write. If you don't get the butterfly reference, listen to the song. It's called-you guessed it-Butterfly. It's a DDR song if that helps.

Also, I leave for 6 weeks starting early tomorrow morning. No internet access at all where I'm going. This is probably my last anything until I get back. So see all you guys then!

See yall's later!