Moona-chan: Hello all fan fiction readers! This is xXxPoisonedAngelxXx here, and this is an announcement you must read. I am not writing this story alone. I went to Tsukiyomi Suki-chan, saying that I wanted to try something, and she agreed. I told her I wanted to try and write a story with her. Well, here is our attempt. We claim no ownership of the characters. Only the plot (which I mostly made, which makes me feel special :D) and my poems/stories I will be including in this story.
Faded Poems and Broken Violins
Of Realization and Searching
Some people just don't realize something right in front of them...
Sometimes we only learn what we had,
When it's gone.
We never look for it.
It was a boring Friday afternoon, and I was stuck in school, making matters worse. I had nothing to do, and I was stuck in a boring class, my teacher droning on and on with a stupid lecture that we've all heard at least a couple of million times. I sighed and looked across the room, spying on my all time crush, Hotori Tadase. He looked so cute and innocent, just staring at the teacher. His platinum blonde hair always shined in the sun light, his ruby red eyes shining with that bright spark he held.
Look at me, Hinamori Amu, the Cool N Spicy girl, fantasizing about Hotori Tadase, the Princely boy. I'm way in over my head. I could never be with a guy like that. Tadase-kun's always so nice to everyone while I'm just . . . well, how do I put it? I'm selfish, stubborn, and self centered. Plus, I'm such a dork . . . I write poetry and stories while he takes on such huge responsibilities about our school, while all I do is watch my little sister Ami.
But I can't help it . . . he's so charming.
"Hinamori Amu!" my teacher yelled out. My heart stammered and pounded in my chest.
"Yes, sensei?" I asked, using my exterior character.
"I asked you a question . . . and I don't plan on repeating it Miss Hinamori," my teacher said, a bit of edge in his voice. I was inwardly screaming for help and dying of embarrassment.
"Sorry, sensei," I began, looking out the window and flipping my pink hair a bit, "I wasn't paying any attention."
I heard my classmates whisper about me, and I felt the Prince's piercing gaze on me. I couldn't take it . . . I was screaming and freaking out so much inside.
Finally, the bell rang, and I rushed outside, ready to be on my way home. I ran into the Prince by accident, and he fell to the ground. I screamed in my head, freaking out.
"Oh, I'm sorry," he apologized to me. I stared down at him with a blank expression, making sure to keep myself seeming like the "Cool N Spicy" stereotype I was.
"Watch out where you're going next time, shorty," I commented, walking away, my bag slung over my shoulder. I sported off my red plaid school uniform, honey golden eyes glaring around me, no one knowing what I was thinking inside.
When I reached a park beyond the school grounds, I sighed and smiled. I went through my bag, grabbing a white and black notebook from inside. It had white and black stars everywhere, and it said NOTES on the cover. On the inside covers, it was green with white polka dots. On the inside pages . . . they held every single thing I had ever written. I reached in my bag, pulling out a regular ball point pen, filled with black ink. I slung my bag back over my shoulder, walking onto a busy street's side walk, keeping my smile hidden from the world.
Next to me was a tall man with dark midnight blue hair and sapphire eyes. I look a quick glance at him, my eyes darting back away so quickly it made me a bit dizzy. I didn't want to get caught. What an interesting looking person though . . . blue hair. I wonder if it's natural. I'm one to talk though. Coral pink hair, and honey golden orbs? That's not common at all either.
We all began to walk and the man bumped into me. I glared up at him slightly.
"Hey, watch it," I growled lightly, my exterior character taking over once again. I saw him look down at me, and I was stuck in his stare. His eyes held boredom, but an odd hint of interest in them.
He was . . .
". . . Sorry," a voice like velvet and honey.
I felt my eyes widen a bit.
"What are you thinking you perverted kid?" he asked me, eyes staring straight to my soul.
"Nothing you perverted old man!"
And so it begins.
I'm going to scare off inspiration. Yet again.
He rolled his sapphire eyes.
He's playing games.
"Oh, shut up," I commented back, walking away from him. He walked up behind me. I turned back around.
"Are you some sort of stalker?"
Oh, just great. Here I go again.
I almost gagged.
What a perverted man.
"Leave me alone," I said, trying to walk away, but he walked forward, and we collided, again.
"Ugh, just get out of my way!" I yelled in frustration, storming off, angry.
I found my way home, avoiding that Blue Stalker. I sighed and opened up the door to my house, yelling that I was home. I received a few welcome homes from my parents and I walked upstairs, throwing my bag on my bed and closing the door. I plopped on my bed, searching my bag for my book.
It wasn't there.
"Oh my God . . ." I gasped.
He has it.
As the midnight haired boy reached his home, he skimmed some pages of the girl's book, quite interested of what was in here.
"This Is For Hinamori Amu's Eyes Only . . . This Book Is Closed!" was written on the first page. He chuckled.
"Hinamori Amu, eh?"
"To Write Love On Her Arms"
A razor with a fine blade,
A girl with a problem.
This is what it all came down to.
The girl needed to escape,
And this was her solution.
She sobbed and sobbed,
Not knowing where to turn to.
To cut, or not to cut?
The question raced through her mind.
She was so terrified.
This was her first time.
If she did this wrong . . .
It would be her last time.
The girl released a shaky sigh,
Pressing the cold metal against her wrist.
She slid the blade across her wrist,
Flinching at the ripping of her own skin.
She continued on,
Not noticing how much blood she had lost.
When she was done,
She collapsed to the floor,
A smile on her face.
The next morning,
Her body was found.
Her mother had screamed after seeing the body. All over her arms, the word Love was repeated . . .
All the way to the point it reached her neck.
One question was left unanswered on her leg . . .
And it read,
"If you loved me . . . how come that girl in the mirror always tells me that you're lying?"
He stopped walking, staring at the ink stained page.
A little girl like her . . . writing like this?
It didn't make sense to him.
She was so full of life, so vibrant.
The boy suddenly noticed that he didn't see her smile.
Maybe she's just shy . . . he reassured himself, continuing to walk to his home. He walked up to his room, putting the girl's notebook on his bed. He grabbed some homework, finally deciding to get his mind off of the pink haired girl.
"This is going to be a long night," he groaned to himself.
Moona-chan: Thank you so much for reading! I know, my writing can get a bit formal for some of you. Either way, I hope you enjoy our story!Please review!
Signed with Love,