A/N: This is my first fic. I hope it's not that bad.. I discovered msgm a few months ago and since then I've been such a big fan. My love for this novel lead me to reading wonderful fanfics about Sachiko and Yumi.

I do not own MSGM or any character of this story.

THE POEM

"MY INSPIRATION"

I saw her standing in front of the statue,

and I began practicing what I planned to do.

I'll greet her good day like everyone does,

as she makes her way towards her class.

To give her a greeting, has been my biggest goal;

but whenever she's nearing, I could say nothing at all.

Her presence makes me weak and nervous;

I get tense, unable to speak and focus.

As she drew nearer, I tried to open my mouth;

but the words to tell her, again failed to come out.

She has already passed by, I missed my chance again.

Now I ask myself, "Why...do I always let this happen?"

When it comes to her, I have no luck.

All I can do is stare and be starstruck.

I remember so well how I became her fan.

She looked like an angel when I saw her play the organ.

Her music was so divine, that it captured this heart of mine.

And her face was so serene, the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

But it's not her beauty and popularity that have captured me.

Her personality, which seems a mystery is what really intrigues me.

An heiress with a bearing of a princess, a goddess with eyes wearing sadness.

How can someone who has everything that anyone would envy,

seems to be missing the thing that would make her happy?

I am just one her fans, I can never be her seour.

But if given a chance, I would love to know her more.

I want to be someone who... she can always talk to.

I'll be by her side to support her because deep inside I care for her.

Unfortunately, we can never be friends in reality.

Our friendship is just a fantasy, she doesn't even know me.

She is the star of Lillian, loved and adored by everyone.

I am just a fan, an average common freshman.

She may never appreciate my admiration,

she will never reciprocate my great devotion;

but for my every action, and every hard decision,

she remains my inspiration.

It was early in the evening and Sachiko was in her bedroom, sitting on her desk chair reading "something" with teary eyes as she recalled what happened earlier that afternoon.

That afternoon...

Classes had ended and Sachiko was on her way home. She was going home early that day since the Yamayurikai student council had no meeting. She made her way to the bus stop and got on the waiting bus. She sat on the vacant seat near the aisle of the bus. Sitting beside her near the window of the bus was also a Lillian student; a girl with pig-tailed hair. The heiress didn't give much attention to the girl although she found it unusual for a Lillian student not to give her a greeting as Rosa Chinensis en bouton. Not that she minds it, or finds it impolite, it's just that every Lillian students pays respect to her presence all the time and she's very much used to it. After a few minutes the bus started it's travel. Sachiko sat elegantly on her seat patiently waiting for her destination to arrive. She was so oblivious to her surrounding that she didn't even notice all the passengers sitting behind her stealing glances of her. Apparently they are some of the many Lillian students who admire Sachiko's remarkable beauty. Most of all, Sachiko failed to notice her seatmate's strange behavior. The pig-tailed girl is blushing furiously. Her breathing was ragged that anyone would think she's having difficulty in it. And her hands were sweating as her body was slightly trembling. After almost half an hour of drive...

"E-excuse me. "

The pig-tailed girl stood up and with a slightly trembling voice, she politely asked Sachiko to let her pass so she can walk her way to the aisle of the bus. Sachiko didn't even glance up at the girl's face. She just remained properly seated as she waited for the girl to walk pass by her. As the girl passed Sachiko's seat, something unnoticeable caught Sachiko's attention.

'Mmmm... She smells sweet. Like peaches.'

Sachiko muses as she inhaled deeply to capture the scent left in the air by the girl who has just pass her. Sachiko tilted her head up to get a better look at the girl but the latter has already stepped out of the bus. As Sachiko ponders on the girl's scent, her eyes settled on the now vacant seat beside her. Unexpectedly she found a peach-colored notebook lying on top of that seat. Sachiko tentatively picked it up.

'That girl left her notebook. How irresponsible of her. I guess I have no choice but to to give this to her tomorrow.'

She flipped the cover of the notebook.

' Her name is not written. How am I supposed to return this to her? I didn't even get a good look of her face. All I remember is her brown pig-tailed I'll just take this to the "lost and found" section of the school.'

Sachiko's musing came to a halt when the bus made it's stop. She put the notebook to her bag and slowly got off. She arrived to her home, the Ogasawara mansion.

"Good afternoon Miss Sachiko."

The servants greeted her simultaneously whilst giving a bow.

"I'll be retiring in my room now. If mother asked for me, tell her I'll be down for dinner."

Sachiko addressed the butler.

"Yes Miss Sachiko."

Was his only reply.

Sachiko went straight to her room and changed her clothes. After a while she started doing some of her assignments. After dinner, she went back to her room to finish her homework. She opened her bag to get her notes. A certain peach-colored notebook caught her attention. She picked it up and stared at it curiously. She flipped the pages, wondering it's contents. She found something written five pages from the front cover.

'What's this? A song lyrics? I'm not familiar with it's title. I think it's a poem. I shouldn't read this. This is her private property. Reading something this personal without permission is something a lady should NEVER do.'

She put the notebook down on her desk and continued working on her assignments. After an hour she had finished all her homework and started putting her notes back to her bag. The peach-colored notebook caught her attention again. She stared at it like it's some kind of a dangerous item. She's debating with herself on what to do with it. It's as if the notebook itself was teasing her. Tempting her to see its content. Sachiko knows that she shouldn't read it but curiosity got the better of her as she hesitantly picked up the notebook and flipped the pages to find the written piece. She started reading the poem written by an author she doesn't know. She felt a lot of different emotion while reading the poem. As she read further she realized that the writer is a very sweet person. The writer is making a very good personal impression on Sachiko. And Sachiko feels envious of whoever the writer is referring in that poem.

"I want to be someone who... she can always talk to.

I'll be by her side to support her because deep inside I care for her."

'Whoever she is, she's so lucky to have someone who admires and cares for her unconditionally. How I wish I have someone like her who cares for me this much.'

Just as those thoughts came, she read the part of the poem where the writer's inspiration is revealed for her to read.

"I am just somebody who admires her secretly,

there's no possibility for Sachiko-sama to notice me."

'This can't be. But it is possible. No, I shouldn't jump into conclusions. Could it really be... me?'

She was so surprised. Actually she was shocked. It touched her her when she realized that this poem is about someone who has a very big admiration for her. She didn't want to believe it at first, thinking that she's not the only person in the world with the name of Sachiko but she's not that dense to know that she's the only Sachiko in Lillian.

'Why are these words affecting me this much? I feel as if she can see through me. Something that only a few people are capable of. She is not like one of those students who claim to be my fans just because of my title or family background. How can she say she cares for me even though she doesn't know me that well? What she's saying is hard to believe but somehow I feel sincerity in her words. I want to know her. Who is she? I need to see her. I want to know if she meant every word in this poem.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know if you do.