Me: Really, I was talking to a friend while finishing this, and she helped me decide that *unfortunately*, Kouichi had to die. Of course, I didn't write about the death, but he was dying when I finished the poem.

Kouichi: I still don't get it. Why would my brother have a cry? And who was saying hi to him?

Me: *pushes Kouichi out of the way* Get out of this fic! You're supposed to be dead!

Kouichi: Riiiiight O.o

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I'm sorry I didn't say hi,
But I was gonna have a cry, (A/N: Yeah, I know, out of character, but it rhymed...)
My brother is in the medical centre,
And he is gonna die!

WHY, WHY, WHY,
SHOULD MY BROTHER DIE?
IT'S NOT HIS FAULT HE DIDN'T TRY
TO GET HIS STRINGY KNOTS UNTIED!

He was captured by some gangs,
And then his flashy cellphone rang,
The gangs took it and didn't give a damn
They threw it down the alleyway where it fell with a clang.

It was me calling
But how would I know?
That he was falling
Into the hands of the unknown?

He refused to give in,
Until he was pinned,
Against the wall of the abandoned lot
He shouted and screamed,
But then he was creamed,
And then by the gangsters he was shot.

They think I'm cold,
They think I'm bold,
They think I'm the big bad wolf,
They think I'm there,
But don't really care,
And stands alone aloof.

They all think
I don't care a jot
But EXCUSE ME??!?!?!
My brother was SHOT!

The brother that I just reclaimed,
The brother who's the exact same
Carbon copy of me so fair,
It's almost like that I was there.

He lies in the hospital, the I.C.U,
With a shot wound through his head,
And some shots in his body, too.
And all I can do is lie by his bed.

WHY, WHY, WHY,
SHOULD MY BROTHER DIE?
IT'S NOT HIS FAULT HE DIDN'T TRY
TO GET HIS STRINGY KNOTS UNTIED!

And as I'm sitting by this tree,
My brother's life or death can be seen,
In those machines with green wavy lines
Rising and falling with a shine.

My cell phone beeps, and I listen with shock,
My brother's in the theatre, his heart has stopped.
I rush outside the OT, but the door is locked,
I try to think clearly, but my mind is flopped.

I call Takuya, Izumi, all the others
And all of them came, even their mothers,
Finally the doctor exits holding a pad,
The doctor said, looking rather sad,

"I'm sorry, Kouji, that's all we could do.
Your brother's dying, I swear that is true,
In his last moments, he wanted you,
Your influence to him might be the best you could do."

Finally there was something I could do,
Although there was nothing appealing about watching him die.
But at least I could feel good and true
And give myself a reason to cry.

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Special thanks to:

Katsumi-chan! Thanks for helping me decide whether to kill Kouichi^^ It was not a favourable decision, trust me^^

Anime-Mistress89 & Miakie: Thanks for reviewing my previous fic^^ Ahum I mean Digimon poem^^

Ruki, ABCD, Roger-Vic, Waya, Penguin, MegaxQ (on #DigiLegacy in miRC): I really needed that humour; thanks!

That's all^^