こどものおもちゃ--,Kodomo no Omocha (Kodocha) ©Miho Obana 1994

Disclaimer: I am not Miho Obana, and thus, not the creator of Kodocha. All rights to Kodocha go to her and the publisher, I own nothing. Just a fan, who is so obsessed she began to write fanfics.

In this story, I use songs as if the charaters actually wrote them. So credits go to the singers, writers, ect. Post the credits at the end.

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Kawaii Kodocha Saga Story 1

Kawaii Kodocha Saga:

Give Me Back My Guardian Angel.

Ch 2

"Okay." Mama said. "I think I got the jest of it. Have a cookie." Misako then stuffed a warm chocolate chip cookie in her daughter's mouth before she could say another word.

"AMIZING SENSEI!" Chirped an ecstatic and admiring Rei-kun. How did you understand what she said?"

Both Shimura-san and Misako gave him a look "wasn't it obvious?" they said simultaneously. They lifted their arms into a shrug position "Honestly, men these days. What are you gonna do?" Rei felt somewhat humiliated, but knew this house was full of strange people and things so kept his mouth shut.

" Sana , I think it would be a good idea to take the day off," Misako said, stroking her daughter's hair. "Really in this situation, you need to talk to Hayama-kun. But you just had quite the emotional trauma, so I let you postpone it for a while." Sana hugged her mother and looked so small, just like a little child.

"Thank you, Mama." She said, then falling asleep in the warm embrace.

Skool--lunch time

"Oh Andrew, darling!" sang Emily. She twirled towards the table where Akito, Fuka, Tsuyoshi, and Aya were sitting. She set down her tray and rapped her arms around his neck.

"Remove yourself." Akito said, with that old scary glare, the one that would send a serial killer run away with his tail between his legs. Unfortunately, this look hadn't much of an effect on Emily, as she began stroking his hair

"What's wrong Andrew?" she whispered, making sure her bust was in plain view; right in front of his face. Akito's Death glare remained on his face.

"Get the hell offa me, and stop calling me Andrew." He growled, quite plainly not in the mood for games. Emily puffed out her lower lip and spied that he was still wearing his half of the necklace.

"Andrew Dear, why do you insist on wearing this piece of trash?" She inquired, trying to sound innocent, but deception and malevolence dripping on every word. She delectably held the yang charm on a regular chair, fastened loosely around Akito's neck. She began rubbing it "It's no use Akito. She hates you now, right?" that was the last straw for Akito he ripped the necklace from Emily, stood her up, and drew his hand back. Suddenly, all her confidence left and they sass went out of her voice. His hand came forwards, stopping right before it hit her face. Only far enough away to not harm her physically, but she was most likely in severe mental pain.

"This is your warning. Don't let it happen again or this hand of mine will send you running back to England , strait to the hospital. Don't you dare think I'll hold back because you're a girl; anyone who pisses me off pays the price. Stay away from me unless you want to go meet your maker." Emily was stunned, but the color came back to her face, and her sassy attitude returned.

"But remember this, Andrew dear," she snickered. "I love you, and there isn't any way you can get away from me, and most certainly not with threats. There is absolutely nothing you can do. I lo-"

"Don't make me laugh!" Akito cut her off, with his death glare becoming more and more intense each second. "Your 'love' for me isn't real; I'm just the next best thing. I won't deny it; I'm hot. But that doesn't me you love me. People throw around the word 'love' to easily nowadays; the same goes for the word 'hate". Now I must find a new word to describe my feelings towards you: Sinciloathing. Yes. I sinsiloathe you, Emily. You're a bitch, to put it bluntly. The minute you find something you think is better, or newer than me, you'd drop your so called 'love' for me and run after someone else. If you ask me, that just means you're a ho. A follower of Whorinism, if you will. Now I suggest you quite messing with me Emily, before it's too late." Leaving Emily humiliated, Akito threw away his lunch and stormed towards the door, but he pause. "Tsuyoshi, tell the teacher I'm leaving early." With that, he slammed the door and ran around the city, never pausing for a breath. He ran and ran, through crowded streets and city lights. He ran through parks and fields. Eventually, Akito found himself running through a make-out spot. He spied a happy couple and it made him burn with jealously. That should be me and Sana…It could have been me and Sana…damn that Emily. His jealously over whelmed him and he jogged up to the couple "don't make-out in front of people. This is a public place and I'm sure no one wants to walk be seeing you to hooligans exchanging saliva." The woman looked terrified and the man became quite angry.

"Who are you calling a hooligan, kid?" the man barked "go back home to your mama and leave couples like us the hell alone." Akito's eyes sharpened into a death glare.

"Is that right, old foggie?" he growled. "You wanna make me run home to my mama? I'll have you know that's impossible; my mama is very much dead. But I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I kicked your ass." He grabbed the man's collar. "I've been itching for a fight. Do wanna satisfy this delinquent's hunger for battle?" A wicked expression crept across Akito face, almost as if he'd gone mad. He'd snapped; the one who could save him now wasn't in the in the most stable of mental states, either.

"Please!" the woman wailed, falling to her knees. "Please stop! Takashi will apologize! He and I will do anything you want if you don't harm him! You tell us your mother has passed. Is this really what your mother would want you to do, boy?" she was crying, one tear rolling down her face after another, and her nose turned red.

"Sakura…" the man (who is apparently named Takashi) breathed. Akito loosened his grip, but then realized how the girl resembled Sana 's appearance when she was crying. She seemed so small. But he then remembered that he couldn't have Sana and he grip became tighter than before.

"It doesn't matter, ma'm. Little demons like me who kill their mothers simply by being born don't deserve sympathy; just a good fight." His grip tightened even more so (author: is that possible?) and his look changed from a mixture of anger and jealousy to sadness and fear, retaining much of the anger. "It doesn't matter. Now that she hates me, nothing matters." The woman, (who apparently is named Sakura) noticed his sudden emotional change.

"…who?" Sakura whispered. Akito looked down, then up at Sakura.

"The girl," he stared, he almost began to tear up. "the girl who taught me how to smile. The girl that saved me from the darkness. The girl who sided with me sometimes even when she knew I was wrong. The girl who protect me no matter what happened to her…my one and only love that helped me put my life back in line. Now she hates me. I can't carry on like that. I have to be a bad boy again now, because then I won't have time to feel lonely." He set down Takashi, and Sakura immediately dashed to his side.

"What, so your freaking because some chick dumped you?" Takashi moaned as stood up with Sakura's help.

"Takashi!" she scolded, knowing immediately that he shouldn't have said that. Akito's ear started to burn.

"SHE WASN'T JUST SOME CHICK! AND SHE DID'T BREAK UP WITH ME! SOME DAMN BITCH CAME UP AND KISSED ME AND…" he clamed down a little bit "and she ripped off her part of our yin yang necklace and ran off. She didn't come to school today, either. She might go away again, just like the last time she misunderstood…and it's all my fault! It's all my….fault" at his final word, he collapsed on the ground. Sakura rushed over to him.

"He fainted from a fever," she said. "Come on, Takashi. Put him on your back and let's take him back home." Takashi gave her a disbelieving look.

"What? Are you out of your mind? He was just about to beat the living day lights out of me…maybe even KILL me, and you sitting there telling me to put him on my back and take him back home with us?!" Takashi was not at all on board with the idea.

"Yes I am." She said bluntly. "And hurry up before I beat the living day lights out of you. If you won't then I'll do it myself. And I'll also probably leave you. Actually, it's my name that's on that plaque, so you get the boot if you don't carry him. Which will it be, Taki-kun?" Takashi, under these circumstances, decided to carry Akito.