It Happened in New York
What really happened When our
child-star left for Broadway!
It happened in New York © Anna Acha 2008-Japanese Gym Shorts Co.
Kodomo no Omocha (Kodocha) © Miho Obana 1994-Tokyo Pop-Shueisha-ribon
Disclaimer: All rights of Kodomo no Omocha reserved to Miho Obana, Acha didn't
create the series, just a harmless story on what happened in New York.
The plane flies over foreign clouds, as that odd girl peers out the window. Her Reddish brown hair is down for a change, and she is dressed much more professionally that she usually would; especially considering her outrageous personality, which also clashes with the fact that she was utterly silent, even before they had reached the air-port. Her Usually cheerful chocolate eyes were quite sad today, lowered slightly to look out the window comfortably. She occasionally batted her long black lashes thinking out the events that led up to her coming to New York, all the way from Tokyo Japan. Especially the unfortunate event concerning both her best friends; Akito Hayama and Fuka Matsui. I am such a fool, she thought sadly. Never noticing that Hayama love me so deeply for all those years…and only to realize what the pounding in my chest was as soon as he and Fuka…She closed her eyes to shut in the tears. Became…. I should be happy for them. Fuka's a good girl. Hayama deserves a good girl. But I am glad I ran away with Naozumi. She turned to look at her male co-star, who was sitting next to her, snoozing away. His perfect pretty-boy face completely relaxed, as he Bluish silver bangs almost covered his closed eyes. HE sure is something. Even thought he knows I don't love him, he cares for me anyway, letting me know he'll wait patiently for the day when I accept his feelings…A voice came over the intercom snapping her back to reality
"Attention please, Attention please." Spoke a female voice. "We are going to arrive at the John F. Kennedy Airport very soon." At the sound off the noise, Naozumi slowly opened lifted his eyelids, blinking so he could adjust. He looked over to where his one-sided love sat, starring unhappily out the window. He thought back to what happened at the air port. She hadn't told a soul she was leaving, but her school friends found out soon and rushed to the air port. Hayama-san was holding the had of that girl…So she must have been Fuka Matsui… he pondered She's almost identical to Sana besides the color and length of her hair. That must be the reason Hayama likes her at all…oh well. Better for me if he's out of the way. One less rival in love, I guess. He tried to say something, but nothing came out. Luckily her manager and once her 'pimp and boyfriend' said something instead.
"Sana-chan!" The brown haired man whispered excitedly, resisting the urge to scream. "We're here!"
"Nao!" Maeda, Naozumi's manager said, almost excitedly. "Wake up, boy!"
Sana looked back out the window, and the fluffly clouds gave way to colorful
lights and tall buildings.
"Sana-chan," Naozumi said catching her attention. "WE finally made it to New York, huh?" his beautiful—nearly female—aqua eyes glistened. "Do your best, okay?" Sana closer her eyes, pushing away her unhappy memories, opened her eyes and smiled.
"Yeah!" she whispered, with the first smile in what seemed like forever. New York, huh? She thought. This is my chance to get away from them. This so gonna be AWESOME! Arriving at the plane stating, and jumping off giggly, she made her presence and foreign-ness known. "MY NAME IS SANA KURATA! THANK YOU, YOUR WELCOME!" she spoke simultaneously with her manager, as he was actually trying to explain things and get information. Meanwhile a few feet away Naozumi's eyes brightened.
"I'm in new york!" he cheered. "I'm feeling at my best right now!" and as he always did when he was happy, he took out his trumpet, and began to prance around, sting to get a sound, until he got on little 'flarp'. He then pulled away , breathing heavily. "I…finally…got…a…sound…" he suezzed out between gasps. Just then, Our one and only babbit (A/N:IF you don't know who babbit is, he is a little white bat with a really big head who comes in sometimes and makes commentary, and often makes a fool of himself, and explains things.) poped his head out of the trumpt.
"We're already in new york?" he said sleepily. Nauzmi Jumped when he saw the big white head pop out of his trumpet. Babbit flew out and began to dance. "I wanted to see new york!"