This is my first fanfic, so please forgive me if it's not that good. I'm going to finish it, and this is good news, I think, and, of course, I'm a fan of Sana and Akito (together!). The ff takes place after the two years Akito stayed in L. A….

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That morning Sana got up very early, with excited eyes. Before sleeping she had applied a mask to her beautiful pale face and today she was going to curl her hair, as she had done that day of November, when Akito came for the first time. It was March the 30th and Sana was happy. Really happy. Akito Hayama was to come at twelve. She wanted to see him, to see his beautiful sad eyes, she wanted too feel herself alone no more, to feel part of him as he was part of her. She was euphoric, excited, she really seemed the everyday Sana, before sorrows and depression. Nobody could have understood that under her happiness there was a worried heart. Nobody except Him…he could have understood her, but…

They hadn't heard each other since they met in November. All December she had been really busy with her work so she never called. Neither she worried that much: they often didn't keep in touch for weeks, they didn't need to, they know they were important for each other. Then time had passed, he hadn't call her. She, with her stubbornness, had decided to wait him. A Christmas card, very formal (but it was his style), she answered to and anything else. She was really confused and she didn't ask anybody: only with him, who made her sad, was she able to speak about her problems. Then, two days ago, Tsuyoshi phoned her: "…You obviously already know that Akito is coming in two days at twelve, you should be happy, aren't you Sanachan? Cya at the airport?" She wasn't able to answer at first: why! He called Tsuyoshi instead of her! What happened? Was he angry with her because she didn't call him? But he didn't call her too…! Then, faking happiness as usually, she said: "ok! Cya at the airport!" and she closed the call.

It was eleven o'clock: Sana, with a light no-sleeves flowered dress, a white wool stitch sweater, little stringed sandals, curled brown-red hair, pink strawberry lip gloss on her soft lips and red for the emotion cheeks, was really really cute. Sitting near to Rei she chatted without stop with him, but time by time she seemed somewhere else, silently watching forward and biting her lips. Rei watched her unnoticed and he didn't dare asking anything, he didn't understand, but something was wrong with her. 'If that rogue makes her cry another time…' he thought.

At airport exits Sana found Fuka, in jeans and white T-shirt, smiling, with her beautiful brown hair shorter then usual, Aya, sweet as always, with a pink shirt, and Tsuyoshi out of his mind for the happiness. At their sight Sana felt really happy: her friends, they really loved her, at least they do…

Then from behind her shoulders she heard a well known voice, polite as always, could it be…

"Naozumi, are you here too? What're you doing?" she said.

"He…hello Sana! How are you? What are you guys doing here? I just returned from Hawaii."

"You happy! We're just here waiting for Aki"

Good for Sana that Fuka answered, she would not be able to pronounce His name. "Err…well…so I'm going now…" said Naozumi embarrassed, he still wasn't able to look at Sana without blushing. "No please" said Sana "Naozumi, don't go!" Something in her eyes made him know that she wasn't being polite: she needed him, she was really sad. He stayed: he couldn't bear seeing her like that.

Sana, reassured by the presence of her best friend, relaxed for a while, at least sure of his warm and gentle love. She loved him so much… but not the way he'd like to… he was worth of everything he desired…but feelings can't be changed…

Akito, sitting on the plane between Natsumi and Mary Jane, watched forward, his eyes wandering in the emptiness, frowning and dark in his face as when he was only twelve and Sana saved him.

Sana! Only her name made his heart beat more and more, filled his mind with joy, made him burn with the desire to see her, to feel her his property (how sexist!). But he couldn't. 'Maybe it'd have been better if I never met her' he thought 'No, not at all, the very thought makes me sad!', 'Yet I'd like to spare myself the sight of her sorrow…'. His mind returned in thought at three months ago…

-OK, I know this is a short, not ended chapter, but I just wanted to see if u r interested in it. I have all the story in my mind, but if I don't receive reviews I won't know if I'm doing a good job. So don't spare me your flames and tell me how to improve my style. Tell me also if you find errors or if something is not clear! Please!