PM Productions Presents
A Phillip Masters Fanfic
Poetry in the Night
I stare out the window in front of me. I absently knaw on the end
of my pencil, totally unsure of what I'm trying to do exactly. The
stars seem to be dimmer somehow, which made them almost invisible in the
Tokyo lights. It's the constant reminder that Nerima and the Tendo Dojo
is part of the vast city.
Well, guess I can't look to them for inspiration. I'll try my Pop.
I shift my gaze to the loud animal that is my father. I look back to
the window. What kind of inspiration is that supposed to be?! Big
hairy monster.
I stare down at the perfectly clean piece of paper. It doesn't
look back, it doesn't have eyes. Perhaps if it did, it would also have
a mouth to tell me what to write. Even a sheet of pressed wood has to
be better at this than I am.
I try to think of why I am doing this. Why am I writing a poem for
Akane? I'm a man of action, right? Afraid of nothing, right? Even I
can't convince myself of that anymore. Hell, I can't even hold my own
against the simplest of household pets. I am disgusted with myself. I
don't have any honor if I can't do this.
I figured if I couldn't talk to her in person, I would write
something to her. I would try to arculitate... that's not right.
Aw, heck! I can't even think of such a simple word, how am I going
to write to her? She'll laugh in my face and step on the piece of trash
that came from my heart. So connected, it will be crushed as well. I
don't think I can take that either.
First, I was frustrated. Now, I'm getting pissed off. What am I
going to do? I keep asking myself this over and over. Do I think the
answer is just going to come to me in a flash of light?
No, of course not. I just figure that if I write from the heart, I
will be sure to win. That's the way it goes, right? Sure, in the
movies maybe. So, what do the poets in those films do?
They think of what they like most about their subject. If I can
focus on what I lo... like about Akane, this'll be a sinch.
I grimace as I realize what I did to myself again. I can't even
seem to think the truth. How on Earth am I going to write it to her?
To have it under her beautiful eyes?
The pencil hits the paper with a dull thud. I write out Akane's
name. It looks as though someone sneezed ink on the paper, but Akane
has always been good at reading my handwriting. A smile comes to my
face as I think of Dr. Tofu joking once that I must be fated to become a
doctor with chicken scratch like that. I sure do know enough about the
body, but those medicines all seem to go over my head. I'd probably end
up telling a patient to take too much of something, or the wrong thing
entirely. No, a doctor I am not.
I veer my thoughts to Akane again. I look into her perfect brown
eyes. I rub the silky strands of her hair. I find myself incredibly
turned on by her moist pouty lips. I find on my stomach to be a
suddenly uncomfortable way to be laying. I flip my lower body to the
side to relieve the pressure.
Clean thoughts, I tell myself. However, just being in the room
with her turns me on, never the less thinking of studying her so
closely. I just focus on her face. Her absolutely gorgeous face. The
face I insist is uncute dispite my own mind's arguments. Who am I
trying to kid? Her's is the only face I wish to look at for the rest of
my life.
Now, if I can only get that across on this sheet of paper, I'd be
great!
Suddenly, the answer becomes amazingly clear. Just put on paper
what I can't say in words. No problem. Next to the name I scrawl the
rest of my thoughts. They seem to flow as if straight from the heart.
Which is accurate, as that's exactly where they are coming from.
I hop up from the floor, unable to wait till morning. I'm afraid I
might not be able to face her with this any other time. So, I dash down
the hallway to her room. The woman I cherish and protect. I forego the
knocking. This is too important for such trivial things. I suppose
this is sort of how Shampoo feels when she levels a wall.
Just the smell of her room sends a tingle up my back. It's *her*
smell. No mistake about it. It's in her hair and on her clothes. It's
the essence of Akane, and I can't get enough of it. I inhale it deeply
as I make my way to her bed.
I come to a sudden halt as I notice the other white meat has
decided to grace her presence tonight. Well, there is no room for a
fight right now, for once, I can truthfully say.
So, I carefully snatch the little porker from her arms and lightly
toss him out the window. Fortunately, her window opens very quietly. I
hear a very confused 'bweee!' right before a cat's scream.
That done with, I turn back to Akane. It is now time. Time to do
what should have been done ages ago.
I sit down on the side of her bed, waking her. I smile lightly as
she tries to make out what's going on around her.
"Akane." I whisper quietly to her.
Her eyes automatically focus on the sound of my voice. That same
shiver goes up my spine as I find myself staring into them. They're
very hypnotizing. I find I can't move a muscle.
No! I will not lose it now! I came to do something, and I'm going
to do it!
"Ranma? What the hell are you doing in my room at this time of
night?" She seems a bit upset. I take some comfort in the confusion I
also see there, and the concern.
I simply hand her the paper, feeling really proud of myself. She
takes it with a look of suspition. Then, she looks at it. I await the
look of joy, the geefull expression, anything possitive.
"Ranma, you dolt. It's pitch black in here." Is what I get.
Sheepish to no end, I rise from her bed. I turn on her light,
squinting at the sudden brightness. I turn my attention back to Akane.
After blinking her eyes a bit, she looked down at the sheet again.
She stared at it for a while, making me sweat. What'd I do wrong? Was
it too much? Too little? I don't think I can take the pressure
anymore.
Then, she moves her eyes to intercept mine. What I see in them,
even before she smiles, gives me all the reply I require.
I feel like leaping for absolute joy. I feel like going out and
seeing what I can do for the community. I feel like sweeping Akane up
in my arms and rushing off with her. I feel I could do all of the above
simultaniously if I chose to.
I simply stand there, smiling back. My face, I can feel, is
flushed so red I am surprised I can't see it on the walls around me.
Finally, I leave the room, everything being said. That was a lot
easier than I thought it would be.
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In Akane's room is a small sheet of paper. Though slightly
crinkled, it is protected and preserved for all time. It is a most
valued thing for the one who wrote upon it and the one who received it.
On it are the simple words: Akane I love you.
Hard words to say sometime, but deceptively easy to write.
END
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