Cherry Blossoms
You walk ahead of me; our steps have taken us already a few kilometers, through which you've led me by the hand as if you knew this forest and place better than me. I find it ironic given that the one who was born in this period is me, yet I shouldn't find it strange. Of both of us, you are the one with the ability to integrate. You did so with Shippo, as soon as you found him, and with Miroku, despite the messy way in which met him, with Sango and even with that wolf. I sigh because I realize I was the first, despite my resistance. Then I understood it was hard for me to accept what I didn't know, and that the way your love bursted into me, impetuous, destroyed my concepts and fears of making new ones.
"It's a shame, I think it's going to rain." You mention.
I feel you tightening the hold of my hand, decisive, strong, as if that conviction were able to stop the rain.
"If you told me where we are going, we'd get there sooner." I fall into step by your side, to watch your expression.
You look at me sideways and press your lips for an instant. I notice the way it strengthens your determination.
"I could do it, and we'd get there faster, but you'd deprive me of the chance of offering you something I've discovered."
"How do you know I don't know it already? I've explored this forest before, and for a long time."
Again, you look at me sideways, and your lips thin in that gesture I've learn to recognize as one that appears when you take a moment of introspection.
"This time I'll take you there, and you'll see it with me." You clarify.
I accept it doesn't really matter, that led by your hand I'd go wherever you'd take me, even if while under a storm. However, as we get closer, I catch the scent of the place. I remain silence, however, following the route you've resolved.
Suddenly, you release a sigh.
"You can smell it already, isn't that right?" Your voice sounds resigned.
"I don't know what you are talking about."
You smile before the resolution in my voice, as you take hold of my arm with your other hand, fastening your grip. Now, I'm the one smiling.
After a while of walking, before us a stretch of cherry blossoms extends, their petals just bloomed, not two days ago, creating a blast of subtlety which announces our first spring as companions.
We resume our steps amidst the cherry blossoms, and although my sense of smell is keen, the scent doesn't come as overbearing. When we reach the middle of the stretch, we notice the rain drops falling through the branches. I take my kosode off to cover you with it, yet your hands halt my action.
"Don't, you'll get wet."
I want to retort; however, you turn around and I notice the heat of your back on my chest. Then, you take hold of each of the cloth's ends and enclose us with it in an embrace.
One of those delicate silences we've discovered finds place between us.
Don't look the flower
Glimpse at one of its petals
Dream about its dance.
I recite, and you look upwards.
"My mother used to write haikus" I say.
You lift your hand and touch my cheek.
A/N
The delicacy of the imminent spring.
Kisses,
Anyara.
This text is possible thanks to the translation of: Dezart
