Summary: After Ryoma left for America, Sakuno left as well. What new problems will arise when she somehow meets up with old friends, and what dangers will occur when Sakuno joins 'The Agency'? Rating for language, violence and maybe some intimacy. Bad summery, sorry.

I don't know if the genres I chose are appropriate, sorry.


Reminiscences ¹


Great! I just made it to the airport to give Ryoma his gift. Too bad he had to leave right after I gave him the tennis ball. I'll miss him. I just wish that I had a chance to tell him how I feel. Although, I'm pretty sure it was obvious.

"Hey Sakuno, I bet you just can't wait 'till Ryoma-kun comes back right?" Tomo-chan said leaning over my shoulder. It had been three weeks since he left. "Sakuno?"

"Oh, sorry. I guess it would be nice to see him again. But to tell you the truth, I'm not all that eager," I responder in my normal quiet voice.

"Wow! I never thought I'd here you say that. I thought you would just quietly agree like always. Maybe Ryoma leaving was a good thing!"

"Maybe."

"So, Sakuno, Any idea on when you're leaving?"

"Any idea on when who's leaving," Kikumaru asked picking up a stay tennis ball.

"Didn't Sakuno tell you guys? She's going to a boarding school," Tomo-chan replied surprised at what I didn't do.

"What! Ochibi's girlfriend is going away? When!"

"Ano... in a couple of weeks," I whispered as a deep blush came on my pasty face.

"Which school?"

"Ah, I'm sorry. I can never seem to remember the name," I lied. It was a good lie too; I even hit my head with my hand a little to make it a bit more believable and did a fake laugh. I've been lying a lot since Ryoma left.

"Well, do you know where?"

"Pardon?"


Contemporaneous ²


"uno, Sakuno," a voice quietly sang.

I slowly opened my eyes moaning. "Hey, are we there yet?"

"Yes Sakuno dear. The plane just docked."

"Mmm, ok."I turned my head to look at her while stretching. God she's beautiful. If I looked like her, I'd swear I was a gift from heaven.

"Am I going to meet you friends or are we going to a completely different area? But you wouldn't want to meet them anyways would you?"

"Hey, I wonder what would happen if I ran into someone I used to know."

"Well, we just might find out."


Reminiscences


"I said, do you at know where?"

"Ah, yes, sajnninjnccncie."

"What?"

"Well, it's somewhere in the world, I can tell you that." I just need to get as far away from Ryoma as possible. And somehow, half way 'cross the world, isn't far enough. I need to go somewhere no one would expect me too. That's it...


Contemporaneous


I turned my head to look at my companion, she's still extremely beautiful. She's also helped me through a lot though. When I first came to her, I was a wreck. A terrible, nervous wreck. I had no common sense at all. It was so sad to even look at me. I was practically empty.

"Sakuno, everyone is getting off the plane. Are you coming?"

"Mm, oh yes."

After the crash, I didn't know what to do. Shattered. Crushed. I was nothing. Then, she picked me up. Rebuilt me. Held my hand. When no one was there.


Reminiscences


...New Zealand. I'll go to New Zealand. Everyone would expect America, but New Zealand doesn't even come to mind. Away. I'll be away from everyone. Great, it's perfect...

Looking up at the tennis courts, I smiled. I might even be able to play tennis and actually concentrate! It'll be great! No more shy Sakuno.

Wow.

"Okay Sakuno."


Contemporaneous


My surroundings. There all so familiar.

Once again, I saw her. My comrade. Sitting there next to me in the cab. Her face, gently smiling. I hate her. I love her. She always has that same smile. She's similar to Fuji. Well, in facial expressions at least. I could tell, she has noticed me staring. She turned her head to face mine. "Hey, Sakuno. We're going home."


Reminiscences


It smells like co-ed. It taste like co-ed. It even feels like co-ed. I hate it. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it. I Hate it so much. I don't even care. I haven't been on this plane for even five minutes and I want out.

"Excuse me Miss, but would you like a pillow?" the flight attendant asked. I nodded and she handed the pillow to me. God. This is the only good thing about this plane the pillows. I laid my head upon it and sleep claimed it.

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"Miss, Miss, please wake up!" a frantic voice said while she was shaking me. What is this flight attendant doing? Oh. People are screaming. Opening my eyes I saw people, holding they're children. Hold on. What's going on?

"Now please, everyone be calm, the plane will be touching ground in ten seconds. Please brace yourselves." The plane. Oh my god it's crashing. I reached up for the bag that always plops down and held it to my mouth. Deep breathes Sakuno.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," I screamed as the plane hit ground. Well, that was more than I half expected. What's this? Blood. It's so warm. Will I die?

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A room. It's all white. A hospital? "Sakuno, how are you feeling," a beautiful woman asked.

"Who are you, where am I?" That's right, the crash.

"Who I am does not matter at this point, now where you are though; I guess that is of some importance. Yes, you are at a hospital. But it's not any hospital. It's a small hospital off the coast of New Zealand. You are lucky I found you. I swear, any other hospital would have killed you."


Contemporaneous


"Yes, I am." We pulled up to my grandma's house. We weren't staying there, but I just had to say hi to my grandma. What can I say, she's family. My friend knocked on the door and Grandma opened with a gasp.

"Ss Sakuno?!" She gasped again. "I, I thought you were, gone. Your plane, it, crash. And no one informed us if they knew you were dead." All of a sudden five people rushed up to the door to look at me. They didn't recognize me. Only Grandma would. I even have a different air. My hair, cut short to stay out of my face, my overall style, more appealing. Then I looked over at my companion, and their eyes followed. Dark long hair and bangs. Light make-up. Beautiful short dress, with a giant bow. (A/N: think Lily Allen from 'The Fear'.) "Sakuno, who might this, be?"

"Her name is not of importance at this moment," I said wondering why they asked that.

"Well, why don't you and your friend come in and sit, we have a lot to talk about."


A/N: I apologize if it stinks and for all the switches from the present and the past. I'll try not to barge too much into the story with Author's Notes. I beg you review this story for me so I know to write more.3

Footnotes:

Reminiscences ¹- Memories, or the past

Contemporaneous ² - Present time