Won't Leave Me Alone

Description: A poetry assignment. What could go wrong?

Couples: KaoHaru and slight HikaKao

Number of Words: 849

Note: Gomenasai, I write about the twins WAY too much. I'll try to write about the others, I will. (Just have an obsession with them, Gomen)

The world's engulfed in darkness

There's nothing I can see

The worst of it all

I can't see he

I'm just locked in this place

Like in a fairytale

I have no long hair nor a savior to gloat

This place doesn't like me for I'm a male

I see them standing there

I can't and refuse to stand

I won't leave me safekeeping

Not even for THAT hand

Then I see the face that makes everything twisted

I find myself going closer just wanting to touch

They all dissapear and I realize

Life's taking too much

"Kaoru-kun! This is brilliant!" The english teacher exclaimed and Haruhi noticed and walked over to read it. "How do you write all this amazing poetry?"

Kaoru blushed and muttered, "It's not that great. I just tore it from my book of thoughts."

Haruhi looked at Kaoru after she finished reading it and smiled at him. There was always something odd about the twins that attracted her, could it have been just Kaoru all by himself? Haruhi wasn't sure, but she liked looking at that face, even though she was kind of feeling symphathetic towards him after reading the poem he'd written. She caught sight of the words he was muttering a few moments prior, and now she was curious, who THAT hand was and who was the person who owned the face that twisted everything. Of course, she was a scholarship student, but she wasn't aware of how her surroundings were affected by her, or at least, not as much as Kaoru was.

"Hikaru! Have you read Kaoru's poem for Modern Literature class?" Haruhi asked as she sat down her lunch tray and went down with it. She didn't touch it, just stared at Hikaru, waiting for an answer before Kaoru got there.

"Yeah, it's a load of crap."

Haruhi blinked. What was wrong with Hikaru? Oh yes, he hated poems.

"Oi, Hikaru, don't make fun of me," Kaoru scowled as he sat down with them. "I just did it for a passing grade."

"I know, and that's why it's a load," Hikaru snapped. Haruhi noticed Kaoru recoil a bit.

"Actually Kaoru, I think that came from an experience of your life. Mind clearing up who the people where?" Haruhi explained her thoughts. Kaoru lurched forward in his seat and he began to choke a bit and he raised his hand to say he was okay. "Kaoru? Did I say something wrong?"

Kaoru shook his head, got up, and left the room, with Hikaru trailing after him, worridly, begging for Kaoru to let him help.

"What's wrong?" Hikaru hissed as they finally left the lunch room and other inhabitated rooms.

"She is," Kaoru choked.

"You're telling me that wasn't a load and it actually meant something? Like what?"

Kaoru refused to look at his older brother. Surely, the walls HAD been cracked open, and Hikaru was now one of them, and an idiot to boot. Haruhi was probably still sneaking into the walls, for she was a smart outsider, and maybe wanted a look at the inside. An inside which she cleverly found the lock and broke, without even realizing what she'd done. Why though, would Haruhi still be trying to break in, when she'd already gotten Hikaru out? Or did she not love Hikaru and instead loved Kaoru? Or did she just not want that poor boy to be stuck in there, alone, and crying for the rest of eternity, for surely, even after death, Kaoru would still be stuck over this.

Now the boy sat again, staring at his notebook of thoughts, and began to write another poem. Kaoru's book was much like that of a diary, only more classy. Haruhi was allowed over, and then Hikaru and her were allowed into the room even while Kaoru was writing. Haruhi couldn't help but feel that the twins were natural at the arts, writing, drawing, and designing.

To fall in love, what's it mean?

Isn't life nothing but a dream?

Identical parts,

Identical hearts,

Yet here mine goes again,

It's crying out for a friend.

Sure enough, along one came,

Conquering our little game.

Drives me nuts, and makes me mad,

Deep down, I guess I'm glad.

I'm not another face that looks just like him,

That creature doesn't deny even my silliest whim.

I can't deny that hand,

The skin so smooth and oh so grand.

I want to touch that other hand,

That belongs to the other land.

They are quite interesting,

Their words forever engraving.

Now he's gone,

My life is done.

Yet still I hear the beckon,

Probably from that wretched creature, I reckon.

I don't feel anything for that one,

If I did our love would surely be one that is shun.

He is mine, she is mine,

My love for them is so divine.

I only have two hands, and I wish I had more,

For there's another who came knocking on our door.

A man so fair, a man so blonde,

Yet so smart, it so seemed so wrong.

I denied every attempt,

So I'm stuck in contempt.

I cry everynight,

Just don't fight.

I want to be left alone,

Everytime that face has shone.

I wish it was his,

For my life belongs to him, I just want that one eternal kiss.