A/N: Jesus Christ what the hell am I doing? XD

Okay, so I've got a 600-point character speech in English due on Tuesday... And I didn't type any of the speech. D: Or pratice. My ass is grass isn't it? XD But fear not! Because my character is Kohana! And I have to act like her for ten minutes and tell her life. XD So I should be able to go off the top of my head, right? XD Also, this spawned when I was talking with a friend, and she took my cake and stuff. XD Immortal x Snow. XD

... Yeah. XD But it's so Kohana. XD

Wish me luck? XD Because I think I'm gonna faaaaaillll! D':

Because if the first person is better than me... XD;;; Yes, Kohana doesn't know what she wants to be, if you notice it in this theme. XD She gets jealous easily, that's why. She's just a big kid... XD Also, same song, After Dark. XD It reminds me of Kohana. XD

I skip over the peeling flowers unnoticed as they fall down.

IV.) Give It Back!

"Kohana..."

"Man, who the hell is Sayuri anyway?!" she shouts, stabbing the chocolate cake in front of her with her fork. Her green eyes are saturated in rage as she snorts. "And you know what else? Why the hell does everyone think she's the hero? I'm right here, you know. It's like a slap in the face." She pauses, playing in her cake with her fork. Suzuki sees this as an opportunity to calm her down and looks at her. Unfortunately, she doesn't repay the favor, looking out the window of the cafe as if she is going to spontaneously kill someone.

"Kohana..."

"And you know what?! I'm tired of people saying my name! Dammit, I like being called Kohana, but I don't need to hear it a thousand times over! That's all Sayuri ever does. 'Kohana, Kohana,'" she says, tilting her head and crossing her eyes. "'Come save me Kohana! I need your help!' Do you have any idea how annoying that is to hear that everyday? And let's not get started on how many times a day I have to hear her crying. Because you know she doesn't beg anyone else."

Yes, yes he understood that. "Now Kohana, if you could just..." She slams her fork into the table, getting up out of her seat.

"And I'm the hero! I'm the hero! Dammit! I should just go back there and kill her! Taking my thunder, like she's the protagonist of the story! What's with that?" She picks up a knife out of her napkin, running her index-finger across it. A waitress overhearing the conversation stops for a moment, looking at Kohana while she's lost in thought. The waitress hides behind her tray, shaking a little. Kohana turns around, feeling the waitress's eyes burning holes in her back.

"Um, Kohana, you're not the protagonist, I'm pretty sure you're the antago—" Without a second thought, Kohana swings her arm to her side, throwing the knife at said waitress's head. The knife sinks into her forehead, and is the last thing the girl sees before she collapses on the ground, a surprised look forever plastered on her face. Kohana clears her throat, closing her eyes before opening them again.

"Shut up I know what I am and what I'm not," she mutters, slinking down into her chair. She pulls the fork out of the table and proceeds to pick at her cake. It's oozing chocolate syrup, which makes Kohana lose her appetite for it. People start to crowd around the person Kohana's just killed, watching the blood seep out of the head wound. Some simply walk out of the cafe while others stare at her. What kind of person kills another point-blank like that?

"That's a monster right there..."

"No, that's just a kid..."

Frowning, she stuffs a piece of cake in her mouth, chewing it as if it is a piece of meat. She gets up, unsheathing her sword. As she predicted, the crowd reacts to her. "An expression is worth a thousand words!" she cackles. "Kid? Well... if that's how you see me, I think you'll blush a pretty pink when I kick your ass!!" She roars, stomping her foot on the ground. "What'd you say?! Now, that's no way to talk to the antagonist," she laughs. "Do I look like a kid to you?! I don't really feel like clearing this place out yet. I'm tired as hell."

"Kohana, I think you should sit back down."

For the first time in about fifteen minutes, she turns around, looking at Suzuki with widened eyes. "You... What are you doing here?!" she babbles. He narrows his eyes at her, sighing. "Forget it, I don't have time for this." She sits down in her chair again as people start to leave the place. She pays them no attention, eating her cake. "Bastard. Put me on blast in front of all those people. 'No, that's just a kid,'" she mocks sarcastically, pointing her index finger at her mouth. "I should find that guy and take all his fingers!"

At this point the King of Essences has had it. He puts his hand on her cake, pulling it towards him. She glares at him. "Kohana, I don't think you should be eating anymore."

"Let it go..." she says in a high-pitched voice. Actually, it sounds more like she's warning him. Taking pity on him for what's to come.

"The cake is making you hyper. Also. You're allergic."

She shrugs her shoulders. "Your point being?"

"Put the fork down and everything will be fine," Suzuki says, pulling the plate closer to him. She doesn't like that at all—scowling at him.

"Give that back!" she shouts, raising her sword and making a clean cut—slicing his hand away from his body. Glaring, she retrieves her cake. She begins to eat it again, despite the fact that his hand is now laying on the table. He looks slightly surprised, raising up his arm.

"You cut my hand off!"

"I know," she replies with no remorse. Still she eats her cake. There's an awkward silence between the two. Suzuki stares at Kohana with no emotion in his face, waiting for some kind of apology. Done with her cake she looks back at him, blinking spastically.

"Woah! Dude, what happened to you?!" she laughs, staring at his hand on the table. "Ha, someone did you in good."

"... Kohana."

"Ahahaha! Looks like you're not going to be able to eat cereal with that hand anymore! This is hilarious! Ha, I hope you beat up the guy that did that to you!" Being further annoyed, he stands up, dark-purple mist forming a new hand where his previous one was.

"You're out of your mind."

She grins, hopping out of her chair. "I'm proud to be out of my mind and out of control, one more time, loud as you can, how does it go~?" she sings, walking towards the door and sheathing her sword. He sighs again, straightening himself out. He walks to the door as she dances to the music inside of her head.

"Kohana! Come on. You're wasting my time now."

"Yes! There we go, Suzuki. Because I'm Kohana. Not 'Kid', 'The Wickedness', or the 'Antagonist'. And I want justice for it!"

"You should want your sanity," he says, rolling his eyes. She just smiles.

"Nah, you can have that. It's much easier being the villain anyway."