For starters, this is just a small questions, buuut... Are you here to look for a freeverse poem that was previously entitled 'Paper Planes?'

Well, let me just say that you have come to the RIGHT PLACE!... It may not look like it at this point, but rest assured that it IS the right place (and when have I ever lied to you?... I hope I've never lied to you.)If you'd like to know more about that, you may read the preface that I'll have up in a while.

Anyways, this is a poem called 'Cute', which I wrote from Kiku's perspective. Contrary to the last one, I tried to experiment with rhymes in this one. I just hope it turned out alright, since I haven't written anything with rhymes since last year (which may or may not have involved something about valentines day...) but then again, that's for you to decide *grin*.

Cute

In which Japan fails to notice something.

You say that I am 'cute'

And things along that line,

You tell me every single day

Through rain or sleet or shine.

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But do pray tell, my dearest Yao

Is that the only sound,

That paints the portrait of my face

In your mind to be found?

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I draped myself in robes

Of finest scarlet hue,

On lunar new year evening

With thoughts of seeing you.

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I wanted to look pretty

Enough to catch your stare,

And tell me with your sultry voice

My beauty and my flair.

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I came off rather flashy, but I never despaired…

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Until you said that 'c' word as I skimmed the flight of stairs.

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"How CUTE you are my Kiku!"

You cried out with a smile,

Not knowing of the pain that I was feeling all the while,

"you dressed in red tonight?

My favourite, don't you know!

(My dearest Yao, I knew by heart

But never let it show)

That 'dress' of yours looks splendid,

And fits you oh so snug,

You're so cute that I want you to be smothered in my HUG!"

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I left you to your hug alone,

And quietly limped away,

With vows that I would get it out of you one day someday!

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Now let's flip to the next page of this nation's great dismay.

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I walked through bleary halls, in

a uniform of white,

Pristinely-pressed as possible

If just to snare your sight.

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I wanted to look sweet, in

A colour that's so pure,

A contrast to the black that I had soiled in demure.

To show you that I have the things

You think cannot be found,

And also to say sorry,

For all the things I'd done.

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With hopes that you still love this little land of rising Sun's…

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But when you said that 'c' word all I wanted was to run.

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"Hello", you said to me,

When we met in that hall.

I'd felt surprised you bothered to say anything at all.

"The wars are over Kiku,

now let us be at peace.

So please don't run from me no more

And let us be at ease.

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"I see you've changed your uniform

and I just have to say:

this new one suits you better

and it's CUTER by the way!"

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Your words had left me dull for the remainder of the day.

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And now my dearest Yao,

I ask do you recall,

That one United Nations Day

When Alfred held a ball?

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I lingered at the back, in

A finely-tailored suit,

Rejecting all the others

And awaiting your pursuit.

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I know I'm too petite

But I wanted to look smart,

So that you could behold me

Like a priceless work of art.

And ask if you could stay,

And never leave my sight,

To spend the time together for the rest of a good night.

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And as you came a-bounding for a moment I felt right…

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Until you said that 'c' word, which gave me such a fright.

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"Oh bless my stars, my Kiku!"

You chuckled as you say,

"are you the Kiku that I saw

Just early yesterday?

That suit just looks so different,

And too grown-up to boot,

But most of all, I just can't stress

That you look really CUTE!"…

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And something in me snapped,

I screamed, "enough, ENOUGH!"

My cheeks flared red

And with a hand

I pushed you back too rough.

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I stormed away from you that day

As tears burst from my eye.

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But what pained me the most was that you may never know why.

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But know of this, my dearest Yao

I'll always love you still,

Along with seasons changing

And for years to come I will.

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I've wanted to be more,

Than just another face,

That you can say "how cute!" before

You run away with haste.

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To be more than a plushy,

A 'brother' or a friend,

To be forever yours, and

For you to be my man.

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You say that I am 'cute',

And for now that is fine,

But do pray tell, my dearest Yao

When will you call me 'mine'?

After reading that, what do you think Japan failed to notice in the end? Think about the things Yao says to him, and the last line of the poem, and tell me if you think you've figured it out!

... If you want to, that is. Don't worry, I'll still love you even if you don't.

-Plumeria hi