Mismatched Relationships

Summary: People say that Hayama Akito has got the world's best girlfriend- Matsui Fuka. She's got gorgeous looks, and is talented at both athletics and academics. But what happens when Kurata Sana, Fuka's best friend, appears? Will everyone's romance life change forever?

Disclaimer: I do not own Kodocha, or Kodomo No Omocha, in any way.


Chapter 3- Flashbacks

Fuka's POV

I waved to my peers as I skipped into the classroom. Oh good! Akito and Sana were already here! I unpacked my books and sat down in the seat between them.

Instantly I asked, "Hey Sana is Akito capable of being my boyfriend now?"

"Of course! I could sense that he loves you very much!" Sana replied brightly, her eyes twinkling.

I smiled and glanced at Akito shyly. I know, I still get a bit timid around my own boyfriend. It's because he's kind of unexpected with his actions and words. Sometimes he'll do so unpredictable things. At the moment, Akito was just relaxing with his eyes closed. He had a funny sort of smile on his lips, and this shocked me.

I nudged Sana and she looked mildly surprised, and definitely not as much as me. I guess she doesn't know him that well so she doesn't know if he actually smiles or not. "Akito! You're smiling!"

"What? No I'm not," Akito replied to me, his eyes open in an instant.

Sana giggled. "You were, Hayama,"

I grinned a bit at the two, glad that they were getting along. I wasn't sure who to choose if they were fighting and demanded me to only pick one of them. But then as soon as I thought that, I realized I better be prepared in case they did somehow get in an argument or something.

I glanced at Sana, remembering how we met.


Flashback

Inwardly shivering, I stepped in front of the class. They were staring at me intently which made me very nervous. At the time, I was very shy and nothing like how I was now, except for the fact that I never really liked to make mistakes.

"M-My name is Matsui Fuka and I came from O-Osaka. N-Nice to meet you," I stammered.

They stared for a couple more seconds, shrugged and then resumed gossiping. Guess I wasn't an attention-drawer, though I kind of liked it that way. Peace and quiet. That was best for me. The teacher just kindly told me to sit in the only empty seat near the back and so I did. When I glanced at the person next to me, I saw a pigtailed girl. Where did I see her before?

Lunchtime came very slowly, and when it did I noticed that I was in such a panicky state that I forgot to bring my lunch. Guess I have to wait in the queue, which was especially bad since no one ever let me cut in.

"Ah, Fuka-chan! You're new in our class, aren't you? You must've been waiting for a long time! Here, why don't you come in front of me?" I looked up to see who had spoken. Pigtail girl.

I smiled at her thankfully and edged in front of her. Finally a person who let me cut in! This girl was really nice surprisingly. Or maybe it's because she didn't hear much of my voice when I introduced myself. You see, ever since I came to Tokyo and said something to others, they regard me coldly. That was because I had an Osaka accent, which will make people think of you as weird. I know because the citizens of Tokyo I had let hear my voice always gave me bizarre looks.

There is further proof that people don't like my voice. I was walking home today, when I accidentally bumped into students of my class. As loud as I could muster, I apologized, which made them burst out laughing. From that day on, they kept teasing me every time they saw me, calling me 'westie'. Of course I couldn't fight back- I was too timid.

A few weeks later just before homeroom started, I was in the bathroom, washing my hands.

When I THOUGHT I was alone, I mumbled to myself, "I wish I stayed in Osaka. Or at least not have an accent. Why do they hate it so much?"

"Hello Fuka-chan,"

The hairs of my neck flew up, but rested when I realized it was just pigtail girl. She's really nice, but it will all change if she hears my voice. So I just smiled and nodded. I hope she didn't hear my mumble just a few seconds ago.

"You have a problem, don't you? Do you mind if I try to solve it? You see, I'm on a TV Show called "Child's Toy" and there's this advice to the viewer's part. So I wanted to try to give advice to you because it will be practice and also because I want to help you!" she smiled warmly.

Blushing, I looked down to my feet. I couldn't speak; if I did she wouldn't bother talking about anything with me. So I just remained still and silent because after all, I did kind of want her to solve my problem without exposing my voice at the same time.

"Ah! It's because you have an Osaka accent, right? Is that why you won't speak to me? Because you think I'll laugh? Man, how come I didn't realize it until now? You can speak, you know. I don't really mind your voice!"

I looked up, a bit shy, but spoke anyway. "R-Really? U-Uh, my O-Osaka accent is part of my problem. C-Cause people tease me about it…and hate it…and they think I'm w-weird,"

"Is that all?!" she exclaimed, which made me glance at her in surprise, "My, who cares if your Osaka accent is weird? Weird is good! I like weird! I'm weird and I'm proud of it! People tease me about how strange my mother is! I don't care because weird is interesting! I treat teasing as a talking session and besides my mother said that sometimes people tease you because they're jealous!"

Widening my eyes in understanding, I tried to combine the pieces together. Basically, if weird is good and interesting, that means my Osaka accent is! And then the people are bullying me because they're jealous…of what? How interesting my Osaka accent is! I got it! I gave her a delighted smile, the first smile I ever gave anybody since I came to Tokyo, and rushed off to the classroom, as light as feather. But on the way I bumped into the three bullies. It didn't matter anymore, though. I was sure, thanks to pigtail girl's words, that I could handle them.

"Hey westie! Going somewhere? To Osaka? You better! You don't fit in Tokyo like this! Ha-ha! No one would care if you-"

I cut him off, and gave him the hand. "Shut it, loser. I can't believe you three are SO jealous of my interesting accent this early in the morning,"

They were surprised, and I could see it. Their jaws were practically stuck to the ground. But I don't blame them. I was astonished at myself too. Never had I spoke with such a confident voice before. Never had I even insulted someone openly. But I didn't let it get in my way. I just flounced into the classroom and in my seat.

Pigtail ambled in just then and took the seat next to mines. She grinned at me and gave me the victory sign.

"I'm glad it all worked out, you know! I'm Kurata Sana, by the way. Sorry I haven't introduced myself until now,"

I just smiled at her once more. "You already know my name already, but it's okay since you haven't introduced yourself. I kind of recognized you already,"

"Friends?"

It was amazing how that one word gave a sensational, warm feeling in my heart. Actually, no. It wasn't just the one word. It was the way she said it, with a mixture of confidence, delight and compassion. And the expression on her face! A smile so bright it was like the only sunlight for my heart. I had given up wishing for a person like this to exist. But now here she was, waiting for me to hook her pinkie.

So I did. It was all I could do to smile and nod. My mind was all a mixture of happiness that I couldn't think. And then I gazed at her still smiling face, I made a decision. The type of person I wanted to be, who I'll aim to be.

It'll be Sana.

End of Flashback



I giggled mentally at my decision. It was good to know that I kind of succeeded in becoming a person like Sana! I didn't really have to force myself though; it just came out naturally as I hung out more with her. Pigtail girl. That was what I used to call her. It was amusing to think of how much we've been through.

I remembered the time when we realized we look like one another. At first we giggled at our similarity, but then decided to test if anyone would realize if we tried to dress up as each other. So Sana and I wore a wig that her mother had in her room of weird stuff. It looked like each other's hairdo. We stuffed our hair (it was harder for Sana since her hair is longer) in the wig and then viewed ourselves in the mirror. It was perfect! We looked like each other, except our hair looked slightly fake. And guess what? It worked! No one knew who we were for almost the entire time of school! I say almost, because at the end we messed up. It was because we were getting out test results back and we got each other's. When I saw how low Sana got and Sana saw how high I got, we both jumped up and started shrieking that this score is so unusual. Of course, after the confusion everybody saw through us.

There were more good times, until finally Sana left. It was sad, and we both cried. But I let her peruse her dreams of becoming a top actress. And she finally had. I felt happy for her, honestly, except sometimes I can't help but feel a twinge of envy.

"Fuka, what do you think?"

I snapped back into reality. "What do I think what, Sana?"

"You weren't listening! I was talking about my partner in acting, Naozumi-kun! I was thinking about what to give him for his birthday! IT's nearing soon, you know. So, what do you think?"

Naozumi, that famous actor? He's often seen in love drams with Sana. "Oh uhm…I got it! How about a make-up bag?"

"Don't joke, Fuka!"

I laughed. Naozumi was kind of a girly boy, after all. But he was still pretty cute. "Fine! Just get him a new trumpet! He said it in the interview the other day right? They asked why he wasn't playing his trumpet as much and he said that it was off-key so he needed a new one!"

"That's a great idea! Thanks!"

It was good to see her smile. I turned my head and Akito was just listening to some music or something. He's so cool. I remember how I took an interest in him, when Sana was in New York.


Flashback

"Fuka-sama!" this random boy walked up to me, "I'm Yuta! Would you like to go on a date this weekend? I promise I won't disappoint you!"

I smiled at him and lied. "Sorry, no can do. I'm rather busy,"

He nodded a bit miserably, but understandingly. Damn that guy was annoying. He had asked me like 8 times already today. I strolled into the classroom casually, and then when I was about to sit down, a boy grabbed me by my face.

"Ugly," he commented and then let go.

I turned red, and all the people in the classroom gasped. "Hey! What are you calling me?"

"Ugly," he repeated, daring to do such a thing.

It would have gone nasty, but lucky for him the teacher arrived. While I was concentrating on the mathematics lesson, I was also thinking at the back of my mind. Why was I so mad? Didn't I just wish for a bit of space? So should I be happy that he insulted me? Maybe I should follow him a bit. Just inspect him and all. Yep, I'll do that starting after school.

After school

It was time to inspect him. I ducked into a bush and spied on him as he was walking out of school. Suddenly two girls came up to him, so I edged closer to hear their conversation.

"H-Hayama-san…would you…sign this?" One girl questioned, her voice wobbling a bit.

So his name was Hayama.

"No,"

I was shocked but a bit impressed at his bluntness. The girls shivered at his glowering glare, and ran off. That Hayama needs to fix his attitude.

"Hayama, don't give that kind of 'tude," I advised him, stepping out of my hiding place.

He raised his eyebrows. "Stalker,"

"I'm no stalker! I just decided to see what the commotion was!" I snapped, blushing.

Hayama turned his head. "Liar,"

"Fine, I just wanted to know what the first person in this school who insulted me is like,"

He ran his right hand through his hair, making him look quite attractive. "And how'd you find me, stalker?"

"Call me by my real name! And I'm not impressed at your attitude. You don't go glowering at people you know! And tell me why the hell you lifted my face!" I retorted.

"Fine then. I lifted your ugly face because some guy said I was lucky because the girl next to me was the most beautiful out of everyone. So I just wanted to see who this magnificent girl was. You disappointed me, Buka,"

I turned red. "Whose ugly?! And who's Buka?! It's FUKA, FUKA! Geez! I don't care if I disappointed you, but aren't I at least a little bit pretty?!"

"You're not that ugly," he supplied, trying to help.

I glared at him, and huffily turned my head. "Thanks a lot, retard! That helped. Well, you can go now. But you better watch out- I'll be observing you"

I stayed faithful to my words.

I watched him whilst we were doing soccer-he kicked the ball so high in the air. I watched him as we did an exam- his thoughtful face causing a blush to creep on my face. And I watched him as he walked closer to me, his mesmerizing golden eyes staring into-

"Why are you staring at me?"

I snapped into reality. "Uhm, I said I would, didn't I?"

"Buka is a stalker,"

My cheeks flushed. "WHAT?! IT'S NOT BUKA! FUKA! F-U-K-A!"

Everyone crowded around our two tables to see what was going on. Akito and I were basically arguing, maybe everyone marvel at him.

"IDIOT! YOU NEED A PUNISHMENT FOR BEING SO STUPID!" I yelled, pointing my index finger at him.

He gazed at me in a cool manner. "When you point a finger at someone, three points back at you,"

I raised my eyebrows, looked down at my fingers and gaped when I realized he was indeed right. But luckily all my fan boys were on my side.

"Hayama Akito! You are in need of a punishment, like Lady Fuka says!" they all screamed in unison.

I gloated, happy for my fans this one time. "That's right! You're punishment is...hmm…I'm not sure. Alright! Everyone, right down a punishment on a piece of paper! I shall draw a lottery!"

Everyone did what I asked, and the box was carried over to me. I stuck my hand through the hole and felt around a bit. No paper quite interested me. I'm weird, OK? Whenever I draw a lottery, I feel around for any interesting ones. I don't know how I know it's interesting, I just do.

But finally I felt a piece of paper bounce up to my hand, so I drew it out and read it. "Hayama has to be stuck in a room with Lady Fuka alone for a day so he can be tortured by her,"

I smirked, thinking of all the possibilities, but somewhere I felt a deep nagging to stop this. I didn't listen to it though, and just laughed to myself evilly. People started preparing the store room (which was empty since our teacher didn't like to store stuff in there). Luckily tomorrow was a no-school day.

I brought a chair and strolled in confidentially, not worrying about the consequences. Akito was dragged in by my fans. It's strange, but I never felt so happy in a long time since Sana left. The door was slammed closed, and locked.

"Now, Hayama," I hissed, my lips curving slyly upwards.

He glared at me. "What, Buka?"

"It's Fuka, please remember that," Gee, I sure was calm at the time.

His eyes were gazing into mines, making the heat of my face rise. "Oh?"

I nodded, my lips bleeding from biting it those last few seconds.

"Do you hate me that much?" he questioned, his eyebrows raised.

Damn, I was stupid but I confessed, a bit indirectly though. "YES I DO! I HATE YOUR HOT LOOKS, COOL PERSONALITY, HOW YOU'RE SO LOGICAL AND DEFINITELY HOW YOU MAKE ME BLUSH AROUND YOU!"

"In order words, you love me?" I was surprised at his non-hesitation.

Actually I never thought those words before. But it all made sense, doesn't it? So I built up my courage to ask that question.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

He gazed at me thoughtfully, and my heart skipped a beat. But finally he answered.

"Fine,"


R&R!