[fiction] Sakura Bloom
Morning has come. The sun has risen. Finally I will be able to recharge my energy by geting sunlight as much as possible. However, right now I’m still inside the house. I need my landlord to take me to the veranda but he’s still sleeping. He’s not going to wake up in a few hour. He’s not a morning person. And last night he came home very late. Preparing for concert, he said.
I used to be upset if he doesn’t take me out of house in the morning, but today I can’t be. Maybe because I know he’s tired. Or maybe because today I’m in good mood. It feels like the best day in a year. I wonder why. Although I feel listless, I feel excited, too. What is this feeling? Did anything happen to me? I need to check my body ...
Hey! What are those things on the tip of my twigs? What happened to my buds? Those petals ... My flowers are blooming! No wonder I feel cheerful today.
Hey, landlord! Wake up! You’ve been waiting to see my flowers blooming, right?
It’s pointless to wake him up. He can’t hear my voice. I don’t have voice, in the first place. Oh, hey! I heard something. It’s a song. I often hear this song. My landlord likes humming this song. Oh, it comes from that phone. Dude, pick it up! Seriously, it’s getting louder and louder. You must pick it up. Quickly!
“Who thell is calling me?” Finally he woke up. He seems a little upset.
“Moshi moshi! Ah, Ohno-san. What’s up? What? You’ll be here in an hour? Our barbecue will start at twelve and it’s still NINE a.m!”
“Whatever. You can come,” said my landlord in the end. I guess the one who called him is someone he can’t argue with.
He opens the door to the veranda. Yeay! He will bring me outside. Here he comes. Do you notice it?
“My bonsai! It’s blooming! Yabai! Yabai yabai!” he jumps in excitement. Of all people who have ever seen me blooming, he gives me the most happy expression.
There he is, squatting in front of me. He’s staring at me while smiling from ear to ear.
OK, dude. Enough with your excitement. You’ve been like that for ten minutes. Now take me to the veranda.
Hellooo!
Dude!
“Ah, I have to take you out, right?” he came to his sense. Finally.
Sunlight is the best! I feel so recharged. From the veranda I can hear my landlord singing but not so clearly.
Sakuraaa sake boku no munee no naka ni mebaeeeta na mo naki yumee taachi
He must be taking a bath now. His friend is coming soon. I hope they won’t throw party. It would be so noisy.
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Ding dong! Ding dong! Ding dong ding dong ding dong!
“So noisy!” said my landlord while walking to the door.
“Ohno-san. Why do you come so early? Eh? Nino? You come together?”
“I was fishing. I planned to bring the fish I catch to the barbecue party today. But, I’ve got a lot of fish after fishing just a while. So, I decided to come here earlier. Then, I picked Nino up on my way here,” said someone with baggy eyes. He walks to the kitchen then puts a bunch of fish there. Then he start processing the fish.
The other one, the skinny guy, heads to the sofa once my landlord let them in. Then he plays with his smartphone. They seem so familiar with this house. Maybe they often come here before my landlord took me to this house.
“Done!” said the baggy-eyes guy. He comes to the veranda.
“Matsujun! Your bonsai is blooming! Kireeeiii!”
“Yeah! I just saw it a while ago. Beautiful, isn’t it?”
My landlord said that I’m beautiful. Oh. My. God. Best. Day. Ever.
“It’s the first bloom since you brought it home, right?” the baggy-eyes guy come closer to me, reaching out his hand.
Wait? Is he gonna touch me? Nope! Don’t do it, man!
His beautiful hand is getting closer? Wait. Did I say “beautiful hand”? I must have lost my mind. Oh, wait again. Do I ever have mind? Ah, forget it. This is critical situation. Man, don’t do that, please! Oh, my God. He touches my twig. His point finger and middle finger are crawling to my flower, back to my twig, then my branch ... enough ... those beautiful fingers are touching my stem ... please, stop ... MY ROOT ... HANDS OFF, YOU PERVERT! Even my landlord never touch me this way. Hey! Why can’t you hear me? Stop touching me!
“Ohno-san, there’s one fish you forgot to process,” my landlord called his pervert friend.
Thank God. He finally left.
“Ah, I didn’t see it. Should we make sushi with this fish?” said that pervert.
“Good idea! I’m hungry and barbecue time will only start in more than an hour,” the guy who’s playing with his smartphone finally speak.
“Yosh! Let’s make it!” said the pervert guy with full spirit.
“Shouldn’t you make sushi for Sho-kun and Aiba-chan too?” said my landlord.
What? Sho-kun? Aiba-chan? There will be more people coming? It’s gonna be deafening.
“I’ll make for them when they come,” the pervert guy answer while cutting the fish into pieces and dip them into something.
The skinny guy put his smartphone into his pocket and walking to the veranda. He’s getting close to me.
“It’s nice to have barbecue while watching sakura,” he said.
And his hand ... getting closer ... and closer. He start touching me. Damn. Another pervert? THIS IS HELL!
*Seriously, I shouldn't write fanfiction