Dear Daisy,

I have a dark confession to make - I hate flirts. Love ought to be pure so I don't understand the mind-set of those that play around with feelings. But what do I actually know, like what he said, I'm just a little brat. Allow me to mope around and confide this dark secret feeling I have inside, Daisy. Thank you for always listening to me babble about my quirks -.-

With love,
Teru

Kurosaki gave a hapless sigh as he rubbed the temples of his forehead. The situation had gone out of control before he could help stop it, and fate has it that he would receive the retribution for being one useless protector.

'Give me a break,' he sighed as he exhaled a puff of smoke, 'How am I suppose to mend what I broke?'

Earlier that morning...

' Kuuuroooosaaaakiiii-kuuuuun '

Kurosaki turned around to see a young girl running towards him, her hair fashionably styled and her pouting lips were glazed in light pink gloss. He had never seen her before, but he could tell that she was trying to leave an impression on him by the way she moved. But her voice was nothing like music, it sounded like screeching crows that loitered outside his flat in the twilight hours.

He forced a typical smile, his brows arched so high he looked like a clown, 'Ah yes, how can I be of help young lady?'

She giggled and punched him lightly on his arm, making Kurosaki double a few steps back, pretending to be hurt. 'Oh, did that help?!' He spoke through his teeth as he tried really hard to push down his sarcastic tone, but it was surfacing fast with each of her bimbo moves. She put a finger to her lips, and angled her head strangely as she continued to act cutesy, 'It would help if you give me your number! Don't you think we'd look like a wonderful pair walking down the streets, hand-in-hand?'

Kurosaki made a gurgling noise as he tried to not spit out his drink, 'Cough. No way, there's no way I'd be the perfect foil to a unique girl like you. And I absolutely do not have anything in pink that would match your girlish outfits.' She pretended to punch him on his arm again, and he retrained himself from acting on reflex. Wow, she's really dim huh.

Kurosaki bowed slightly and the girl cooed at his gentlemanly behaviour, 'Please allow me to take my leave. I have far more important things on hand, young lady.' Suddenly she pulled him into a deep hug and kissed his sleeve, leaving behind a bright lipstick mark against its white solid. Kurosaki instinctively pulled away in disgust, and put on his hat to hide his angry face as he walked away briskly. The girl waved towards his receding back and shouted aloud, 'I'd be waiting for you!'

As Teru watched the scene behind a corner, everything played scene by scene like a perfect love story. The pretty girl ran over to Kurosaki, and he complimented her beauty and cute factor which made her embarrassed and punched him flirtingly. Shamelessly, he agreed to go on a date with her, and bowed as a form of submission and the clingy girl was so overwhelmed by his charm, that she gave him a kiss and he walked away shy and embarrassed while she exclaimed how she couldn't wait.

As Kurosaki turned the corner, he discovered Teru's presence and acknowledged her strange behaviour. When he realized that she had seen everything, and by her expression, stupidly misunderstood everything, he began to panic inwardly. 'Erm, Teru? Listen to me-'

'You lolicon! Go bald and then die, Kurosaki!'

She actually called me a lolicon?! And told me to go die?! And now she expects me to comfort her?' Kurosaki fumed as he sniped off leaves of the tree mercilessly. He recalled the sad look on her face and reproached himself for his stupidity before sniping off an entire branch of leaves. Defeated by his sense of guilt, even though he contributed nothing to the situation, he flipped open his phone to reply.

Dear Teru,

Is this because the guy that you are in love with did something to anger you? Please do not hesitate to tell me your worries, no matter how silly you think they may be, they are precious to me. As for the case of flirting, if the guy did something wrong then let him make it up to you by all means. I would tell you to not be sad over a guy like this, but I also respect your feelings towards him. If he can fix it and explain things to you reasonably, maybe you'd find it within yourself to forgive him. If not, maybe it'd be wise to forget him and move on.'

As he hit the send button, he felt his heart crunch heavily as the emotions overwhelmed him. He was hopelessly in love with her, but he needed to push her away before he would hurt her beyond belief. But he certainly, and desperately, did not want to be the reason for her sadness. Please, let me fix this.

Teru came by half an hour later in her usual gear, ready to attend to the chores. She spotted the badly trimmed tree and sighed, 'It's going to turn bald like you if you trim it that way.' Kurosaki pretended not anticipating for her return, and continued to lay still with his eyes close.

'Hey Teru.'

'Hmm? What is it?'

'What's the name of that girl from earlier this morning.'

Teru bowed her head low and pretended to be busy with her chores and she replied in a shaky noise, 'Lisa? That's her self-given English name though, her real Japanese name is Momo.'

Kurosaki laughed condescendingly before he spoke in mocking decibels, 'She pretends to be English? Oh gosh, she's even more unbelievable than I imagined her to be. Do you know she smelled like onions and even though I moved away so many times, she couldn't take a hint and pestered me with that breath of hers.'

Teru continued to sweep, facing the opposite direction of Kurosaki's reclining chair, 'But she's cute and sexy like Miss Nanazaki, isn't that your type?'

Kurosaki felt his blood freeze, Damn a loophole. He frowned, and then retorted in a slightly indignant tone, 'You know, what people deem as eye candies, they hardly fall for someone of that ideal. Eventually, guys would love the ones that warm their hearts, not their blood.'

He looked away as his cheeks turned red, pretending to search for something in his box of tools. When he felt brave enough, he turned to sneak a glance at Teru, and adorned the beautiful sight.

Her cheeks radiated a baby pink glow, and she was smiling so much that her eyes arched gracefully like cat eyes. The wind teased strands of her hair, and she exuded an air of blissfulness.

Just by being near her, he felt eternally blessed. And he wished that the days just keep on counting.

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