"Do you know about Cowslips, Koremitsu?"
An utterly sweet voice could be heard by the ear.
Koremitsu, covered in a blanket, had his eyes covered as the voice gently reached him like a lullaby.
"The Cowslips are yellow flowers that bloom wildly in the grassy plains during spring, as cute as the Japanese Primrose. The girls gather these flowers as a form of fortune telling, 'This one, or that one? Tell me, who shall I marry?' singing such songs innocently."
(This guy's still yapping away early in the morning...it's already summer vacation. Can't I just take a break...)
Koremitsu muttered quietly to himself as his body embraced the refreshing mattress, and the comforting feeling of the pillow.
During this time, Hikaru continued his flower lecture.
"In Nordic Mythology, the Cowslip is the flower the Goddess Frejya, the keywielder, holds. In the past, it has been known as the 'flower key'. It became widely known through the evangelism of Christianity as 'Saint Maria's Key' and 'Saint Petero's Key', a flower symbolising the revival of life."
(Ahh, I see...well, whatever. Anyway, are you always in such a lecturing mode when waking up with a girl too? Even if it's you, an effeminate pretty boy prince, you sure are noisy...)
"In ancient English, Cowslips are known as cow dung."
(Wait wait. Why are we talking about that early in the morning?)
"The bell shaped flowers are the beds for pixies, so they are also known as pixie cups. The situation here is similar to that too. Look Koremitsu. You have a very cute one right beside you."
Hikaru chuckled with his usual sweet voice.
(What kind of fairy tale are we talking about?)
However, he felt an intriguing warmth near his chest. There was a silky feeling beneath the blanket, and though it had some weight, it was still soft... sniffing a little, he smelled the scent of sweet fragrance of grass and milk.
"Hm?"
A scent?
"Good morning, big brother Koremitsu."
The wide-eyed girl with silky cheeks greeted with her pink, tender lips.
"Woah, Shiiko!"
Stunned, Koremitsu froze there, maintaining his sideways sleeping posture.
Shiiko, or Shioriko Wakagi, dressed in a bear pajamas, waa clutching at Koremitsu's chest tightly, her soft thin black hair scattered.
Hikaru was beside them, dressed in white robes like a god from Greek Mythology, smiling with amusement as he narrowed his pretty eyes.
(Goodness, this guy's acting like a Takarazuka actor–no, more importantly, Shiiko.)
Koremitsu got up from the bed sharply.
As it was summer, he was dressed in singlet and shorts. His muscular arms and legs were showing, and the sight of him in such a state, sleeping with a 4th grader girl is really a bad thing! The law would definitely not allow it!
"Hey, Shiiko! Didn't I say not to enter my futon whenever you want to!"
"You're petty. It's fine, right? We slept together before."
Shioriko looked unhappy as she puffed her rosy cheeks.
"That was different. You're a 4th grader already, sleep alone! If you want someone to sleep with, go sleep with Lapis!"
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"Suetsumuhana" - Hikaru ga Chikyuu ni Itakoro......(Volume 5)
Romance> The story starts with the death of Hikaru Mikado. That guy was a natural charmer, a "harem king", but had no real male friends. After he died, he became a ghost, a soul, but Koremitsu Akagi can see him. Koremitsu though, isn't really like Hikaru...
