Snippet #1836186

Cecelia wondered, not for the first time, what had induced her father to send her so far away from home.
Well, not that she was complaining. She had always liked the pretty Japanese houses and paintings and origami and cherry blossoms anyway.

Being lost in her own world, she failed to notice her surroundings till she caught something sparkling out of the corner of her eyes.

Or rather, someone, she corrected herself as a young boy, practically glowing pink and with a sparkling background of pink - how was that even possible was she hallucinating again? - tried to kiss another boy with a shock of white hair, who also happened to be holding a scythe.

"I knew I should have listened to the librarian!" she announced to no one in particular, quite sure this was a figment of her imagination, because really, what else could it be? People did not attempt to randomly kiss other people of the same gender who were incidentally holding a scary-looking scythe while sparkling pink. That was just ... impossible. Right? What was next - pink unicorns?

Cecelia found herself cursing her curiosity - a frequent occurrence - for making her go to the section of the library that the elderly librarian had expressly forbade her to enter.

"But why shouldn't I go there?" she had protested.
"Just believe me, Ellie-san. You don't want to know what's in there."
"As you say, Hiroko-san. I won't go there." Cecelia conceded rather demurely.

Of course, that didn't stop her from sneaking in the moment Mr. Hiroko's back was turned to her.

Lets just say that while she didn't mind the general shounen-ai theme much, she still wished what has been seen could be unseen.