Disclaimer: Here's a random fact: Snorri Sturluson wrote the Prose Edda and the Poetic Edda. Here's another random fact: I don't own Prince of Tennis, or any of the characters. :)

Rating: G

Warnings: Shounen-ai/yaoi

Summary: A poem from Marui Bunta to Kirihara Akaya. Can we say… sap? Fluff? Mind-numbingly so?

Author's notes: Yes… Hmm, well. I thought I'd try my hand at poetry. n.n;; This isn't part of the Rikkai Drabblethings, simply because it's far too short to even be a Drabblething (that and the fact that poetry doesn't count)but if you like then you can count it as such. I don't mind. :)

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'It's Not My Fault; Sometimes The Sap Just Comes Out. I Can't Title Things Either' by Marui Bunta

And I'll paint you a picture of a leaf

And it'll sway in the breeze.

And maybe we'll live to see next autumn;

Ten more autumns,

Twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty;

Or maybe we won't. But let me live

As though we will

As though we'll go on forever

As though memory will flower

As though life will fight

As though your eyes will haunt me in the night

Until the day I die.

And I'll paint you a picture of a leaf

And it'll sway in the breeze.

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"Let me say this very clearly," said Marui slowly, both hands on Akaya's shoulders to get his point across as fully as he could. "Do not, under any circumstances, no matter how duressingful, ever, ever, let that poem fall into the hands of Niou Masaharu. Ever. I really, really mean that. I'll lose every ounce of masculine pride I have."

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Sandy: I think Marui's quite the poet myself ;pp Except for that line rhyming 'fight' and 'night'… that one was a little… -Gestures vaguely-

Please leave me a review? I promise I'll give you a proper update soon… n.n;; Probably 'A Little Autumn Tale', I should think. In the meantime… feed me?

Until next time!