A/N: This is one that I had an extraordinary amount of fun writing. I was just sitting on the couch one day with a notebook on my lap, and Miku Hatsune's "1/6" (also known as "Chain of Gravity" or "Out of Gravity") came on and it was practically telling me this poem word for word. Miku seems to be a big SatoRisa fan, by all the songs she does for them. Hee.

Title: It is supposed to mean "Denial in the Form of a Smile" in Japanese, but I don't speak Japanese, sadly enough. So I'm pretending in my happy place that the title means just what I want it to. If anyone knows differently, though, I'll be willing to exit my happy place to correct it.

-Kyohi Egao Egao No Fōmu De-

Why don't you smile?
I'd like to see what it would look like,
To see your blue eyes shine
With a laughter no one has ever heard before.

Would it really be that horrible
If you tried to lift a corner
Of your hardened mouth
In something other than that annoying smirk?

Good gracious, I'll punch you
If you don't stop frowning!

It's not that I like you—
I just want you to smile,
As if, just for once,
You were enjoying yourself.

Make me believe you,
And then I'll be happy.
No!
It's not that I like you—
It's just that then I'd feel
Like I could leave you alone
And stop worrying.

Oh, don't! Don't look now!
Did you catch me staring
Again?
I swear, you're going to get the wrong idea!
Would you just smile already
Just for the sake of it?

I know you have one in you,
Somewhere, locked up tight.
I'll make it come out,
Somehow, I really will.

It's not that I like you—
I've just made up my mind.
I'm going to make you smile.

It'd help if you knew how to talk,
But I'll make do.
I know that to start with
All I need to do is smile at you.

It's not that I like you—
So don't get any silly ideas.
A wave in the hall or
A smile in the morning
Doesn't mean a thing
Besides I'm curious and
I want to know if you have
Any happiness in your heart.

I don't frankly care
About what all those other girls say
Is so great about you,
Like how beautiful your eyes are,
Or how soft your blue hair looks,
And how innocent you seem,
When your hair falls over your eyes.

I frankly don't care
If you look cute
When you push your glasses
Back up your nose
(I don't like boys with glasses,
Remember? Everyone knows)
Or if you are smarter than the rest,
And better without even trying.
I really don't care.

I just want to see
What you look like
When you smile.
Do you know how?
It's easier than Calculus,
Which you do in your sleep,
Even though that shouldn't be possible—
Not that that would stop you.
Show off.

It's not that I like you—
It's more like I hate you.
But smile already!
Be happy! You baka, be happy!

Ano, why are you looking at me?
I didn't say a thing!
Stop walking toward me! Stop!
No! Don't stop walking in front of me!

Badum.

"Arigatou."

What was that?
No, really, what was that?
Your blue eyes met mine,
And you almost killed me
Then and there, suffocating,
But then you did it,
And walked away.

So soft, so frail,
I thought I'd break it
If I dared to move,
But you did it.

You smiled.

At me.

No!
It's not that I like you—
But I've never been
So astounded like this.
You're so strange, I can't even grasp
What just happened.

What did just happen?

It's not that I like you,
You idiot—
I love you.