Somehow, I think Hikaru can read Kaoru's mind. After this, you can say goodbye to all the stories less than or equal to seven hundred words. :3

Warning and Disclaimer: None. :D Well, I dun own the twins, and that's it. :D


Moment Four-

-Pocky

You can have some, Kao-kun.


"Kaoru-kun! You shouldn't be eating that at a time like this!" she snatched the box away from me, throwing it onto the floor, the biscuits falling out of the box, scattering, breaking like the rest of my life. I sniffed, my eyes moist, on the verge of tears. She didn't even comfort me; instead she slammed the math workbook in front of me, her smile an icy smile, "Do this. Your teachers say that you've been falling behind in math."

I wanted to protest, to scream out that I wanted it back, but the voice never came to me. She smiled a sweetly-sick smile, her look poisonous, "Kaoru-kun, if you don't finish this book, you're never going to have snack time again."

I never did finish that extra homework.

I never did eat pocky ever again.

Is it possible…

That in two weeks, two whole weeks, that you finally notice that-

"I like pocky, Kao-kun; let's get some," he smiles, leaning over my desk, his face too close to mine. He's smiling, completely blissful, and I make a face-

"I don't have any time," I retort, bringing my sketches together, making a neat pile. He stands in front of me, his eyes glued onto my hands, as I arrange my piles of papers over and over, my hands finally reaching the folder that I need. I flip through the pages of sketches, my eyes roaming over them, boringly.

His gaze intensifies, and I give up, my fingers tightening around the papers, as I raise my head to look at his intent eyes.

He blinks, then smiles, as I put my folders off to one side, standing up from my chair, stretching.

"Fine, let's go then," I frown at him, while he glitters at me happily. I put on my coat, and hand him his, as I begin to walk towards the office door, and he's on my tail, whistling a random off-note tune.

Why does he affect me like this?

It feels strange, sitting at the street corner, but it's Saturday, so the entire lane's closed for the shopping days. Putting a hand on my cheek, I watch him, nostalgia misting over my hazel eyes. His shallow eyes are closed, and he's contently chewing on the pocky stick, his legs crossed in a way that kids would sit. I can feel people staring at us, whispering some choice words, but I disregard them, as I run my dazed hazel eyes over his delighted expression, and then down to his hand.

He pops open an eyes, blinking twice before shoving the box into my face, smiling happily, "You can have some, Kao-kun."

I almost say that I can always buy another box- when he takes a stick out and places it into my hand. He watches me expectantly, waiting.

"Thanks," I say, mostly out of etiquette, and I stick the pocky into my mouth, my tongue brushing the chocolate off the biscuit. I sigh slightly, my eyes closing, a warm fuzzy feeling coming into my heart.

This brings back memories.

And as I see him smile even more, I almost want to smile at him-

But I don't.