Another chapter has emerged!

The other story would take a while to finish...so be patient again, please.

Disclaimer: -man is owned by Hoshino Katsura.

WARNING: Don't like poems? Don't read it.


Twins and Bonds

This is the tale of two strange twins,

Who shared a bond that terror brings.


The First had a single stringy smile,

That never wavered for awhile,

Some say that it was from those stitches,

That gave him itches when he twitches,

His two wide orbs were strange and round,

Those that saw his whole face found.

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The Second had some shades of black,

A tint he never seemed to lack,

Though normal looks he did possess,

He had odd dressing ways nonetheless,

With clothes as awkward as his twin,

As if through blades he's gone and been.

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The Noah of Bonds they were once called,

And always will be called,

A name so fitting for the two,

Additions to the crew.

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Darkened skin and golden eyes,

A tie they share of truth and lies,

A single cross on both their heads,

Became a long row as it spreads.

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Each one had one gun in their hands,

For each shot they took, a bullet lands,

And then when they had killed each other,

Another form emerged soon after,

Of flowing hair and crimson cloak,

One that was two before awoke,

Immeasurable strength they seem to find,

Until the enemies slay their kind.

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Long, long ago, it never came,

When two of them were still the same,

With humans they both lived together,

In olden days, in any weather,

They weren't changed, yet no one knew,

That fate would come and get them too.

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Though immature they still do act,

They're not so nasty, that's a fact,

They weren't like the Number One,

Who killed so many just for fun,

They weren't like the two-sided man,

Both close to humans and the clan,

They weren't like the doting father,

Who had a great political power,

They weren't like the beautiful soul,

Whose respect for the leader surpasses them all,

They weren't like the dead candy nut,

Who eats all sweets without a 'but'.

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So they, a special two-of-a-kind,

Not identical as one would think in mind,

May look and work out of proportion,

Or slightly peculiar from distortion,

Yet although both would never care,

A timeless bond they'll always share.


This tale that fate toys with each day,

Is one that you may spread and say.


That concludes the poem.

Hoping for a story? I'm out of ideas for awhile, and I've been making poems nowadays. Maybe the next one will be a story. Most likely.

Anyway, read and review, please.

9/7/09