COMPOSED → composer's writings

... what the hell was I thinking.


Pluck. Four.

Pluck. Three.

Pluck. Two.

Pluck. One.

Pluck.

... Stem.

"Hikaru-kun, why are you tearing apart the clover patch?"

"I'm bored."

"What did the clovers ever do to you?"

"They were there."

"Please... don't destroy them..."

"... Why."

"Because... this garden is my..."

"It's just a place."

"But-"

"That's all."

"Hikaru-kun... You can't tell me this place doesn't mean anything to you..."

"It doesn't mean anything to me!"

"... Y-You're lying."

"So what if I am."

"... Why?"

"Same reason I'm destroying these clovers."

"..."

"... what's wrong with you."

"Why is it that you always seem to save the worst of your hatred for me...?"

For the first time in the conversation, Hikaru was speechless.

"It scares me. You scare me."

Hikaru looked thoughtful for a moment as he crushed a few clovers in his hand; then a wicked smile crossed his lips.

"I scare you, huh?"

The question didn't really require an answer; Hikaru could sense Tsukasa's fear.

"Funny, considering... I'm you."

"I... No... I'm not... I..."

Tsukasa fell silent; the only sound in the field was that of Hikaru crushing more clover.

"... Tsukasa-kun?"

"... w-what..." The voice was barely audible.

"Do you hate me?"

"... No. I- You're..."

"I'm what."

"You're all I have... If I didn't have you, I would..."

"Why, what?"

"Why do you- never mind."

"No... What is it, Hikaru-kun?"

"Why do you need me when you have... Hoshikawa-kun and his friends?"

The last word nearly dripped with venom.

"Because... They're not like you!

"Oh?"

"And I... I l-"

"Really, it makes no sense to me. Why don't you hate-"

"... I love you."

Speaking of things that made no sense...

For a few moments, there was pure silence. Hikaru flopped down and made himself comfortable in the clover patch, staring blankly ahead and absentmindedly combing through the clover.

"So..." Tsukasa's quiet voice snapped him to attention.

"Do you really hate me?"

Hikaru blinked as he noticed exactly what he was looking at.

"... two-leaf clover."

"... what?"

"... nothing."

And with that, the two fell into mutual silence.