A/N: Hello, you lovely people, you. ^_^; I'm really happy with all of your reviews, and I've been inspired to write more, thanks to your suggestions. Of course most of you wanted no one to die, and neither did I. I had a plan for how the fanfic was going to end if Sana died, but it would be a lot more work. So, no one is going to die… not yet, anyway. O.o Oh yeah, no title still.
On another note, with my other Kodocha fic, it's intentionally corny, so don't tell me what I already know, kay? ^_~
Plus, the people might be a tad OOC somehow, but I dunno how just yet. Just read. ^-^
Disclaimer: Miho Obana owns Kodocha and all related stuff. Although I wish I did, I do not own the butt-kicking series!
A Title-deprived Kodocha Fanfic
He kept running, forgetting the jacket, forgetting the umbrella, and ignoring the ice-cold droplets stinging his overheated cheeks. Akito didn't want to think, he just wanted to see Sana.
… Wanted to see her.
If he thought too much, he'd get depressed, which he'd hate.
Furious, angry, sad, all emotions that ran past him.
Just stop thinking… He kept telling himself. But he couldn't help but wonder what it'd be like if he could never hear her cheery voice, hold her in his arms, or aggravate her to no end anymore?
He didn't want to think about it anymore. He just had to see for himself.
When he saw the large blue building come into view, he slowed his pace, his breathing a slight heavier. "H-hospital…" He panted, as he slowed into an easy walk. As he walked past the automatic doors, he stumbled to the front desk.
"Wh… Where is… Where is… Kurata Sana…?" Akito breathed.
The reception woman eyed him curiously, finding his drenched appearance a bit odd. "I'm sorry, but she's in a private room, and only close friends and family are admitted."
He released his steely glare. "I am a close friend."
"Sorry, sir, but you need proof."
"He's a good family friend," said a calm, but quite clear voice from behind, "so please let him see her." Akito turned his head to find Kurata Misako, dressed in a dark blue kimono, wearing her hair down, which she only did when she intended to be serious. He turned to face her fully, and bowed his head.
"Thank you." He responded, and looked back up at her. "I'm also sorry."
Misako forced a small smile onto her lips, and shook her head. "No one needs to be sorry, I just want to make sure that…"
"Sana's fine. She'll be okay, right?" Akito finished for her. Misako started down the hall, and he followed. "She'll be…"
"No one can tell yet. She hasn't woken up."
"What about Sunglasses?"
"Sagami? Ah, yes, he's all right. Resting at the moment, with a few bruises and a broken limb I'd presume, but he's fine."
"Oh."
"I hear the wet look is popular, nowadays." Misako said, waving a paper fan. Akito looked down, to find that he, indeed, was quite soaked once more. She stopped at a door with a sign that read "Kurata (daughter, 15)". "Go on, Hayama-kun. Take your time."
He nodded to her, and slowly opened the door. The sight that was held before him almost shocked him.
Her face was cleaned of any blood, but it still had remnants of bruising. Her left arm and right foot was put in a cast, and she was quite pale. But she kept a peaceful expression upon her face. He stepped closer, until he was beside her. Akito gently cupped his hand on Sana's forehead, and brushed her bangs away from her face. He sat down, and softly stroked her hair. Sana stirred faintly in response and his hand retracted quickly.
"Sana…?" he whispered. She draped her arm over the bed. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "It's open." He said softly. In came a man dressed in a white coat with thick glasses. A clipboard was tucked under his arm.
"Ah, the famous actress… It's a terrible thing, for this to happen." The man said in a soft voice, as if he might wake the patient.
Akito nodded, his eyes never leaving his girlfriend. "Might I ask how you know her?" The man continued.
"No," he responded. The man smiled crookedly, nodded and checked the heart-rate monitor.
"I see. Well, from what we can see, she's going to make it…"
"Oh?"
"But, we found a shard of glass dangerously close to her spine. We've yet to know whether or not it can affect her walking abilities."
"What?"
"That's all that I can say for the time being. Visiting hours are almost over, it's better that you make your visit come to a close."
"Fine."
"Hayama…?"
Akito spun around slowly to Sana's direction. Her eyes were open, but she remained completely still. He nodded his head in response.
"You're… You're here. Sorry… I didn't get a chance to call you…"
Akito scratched his head, and recalled what she said before he left her. "Baka. Don't say things like that."
She curved her lips upward, and gave a faint laugh. "I know. Well…" She paused, and looked at the ceiling. She nestled her head in the pillow, and closed her eyes again.
"Sana?" He asked, leaning closer. She fell asleep.
"I'm sorry, but you have to leave now." The doctor interrupted, and held open the door. Akito glanced at him… and left.
At school…
Now he never usually paid much attention to the teachers, but ever since news of Sana's accident came, Akito tuned out the reprimanding of his teachers and others around him even more so. Tsuyoshi usually could not tolerate such behavior from his best friend, but he understood the circumstances, so he often let his friend be.
"Akito-kun!" Tsuyoshi called, running after Akito during lunch break. Aya was right beside him, holding a bagged lunch. Akito looked over his shoulder and stopped walking. "Want to have lunch with us?"
"No thanks." He simply answered, and resumed walking.
"You haven't eaten much since… Since that day. You're getting thinner again!"
"Who asked you to notice…?"
"Now, listen--"
School chimes sounded, and a female voice rang over the P.A. system. "Hayama Akito, please report to the principal's office," the voice announced. Akito turned toward the school entrance, and walked to it, ignoring looks he was receiving.
In the office, he sat opposite the principal, having an un-announced staring contest. The principal rarely ever opened his eyes fully, so Akito was sadly losing.
"Hayama-kun," the light-hearted principal said. "There's a phone call for you."
Akito cleared his throat slightly. "Why didn't you say that to begin with?"
He didn't respond, and instead handed him the phone. "Mm… Hello?"
"Hayama!" A weak, yet cheerful voice sang into the phone. "I can't talk long because it's time for lunch, then my medication, and then I have to run for some test! Huh, doctor? I don't have to run? Ohh, you have to run tests! Why didn't you just say that to begin with? Huh? Why are you on the floor? Aren't you a professional? Oh, Hayama! I didn't realize you were still there! You should talk more!"
"Yeah," he merely responded. He was shocked at her sudden burst of energy, even if she had been in the hospital for a week.
"Anyway, they said I'm getting a little better now, but I'm strained to a wheelchair! Eh? What are you trying to say, Rei-kun? Oh, yeah, Rei-kun is better, too! He was actually thinking of setting up a press conference for me! Can you believe that? What nerve! Wait, what? I'm not strained? Oh, sorry, I meant to say I'm restrained to a wheelchair, but that's okay! I could use a break anyway! Haha! Oh, what was I calling for?"
Akito broke a small smile at the sound of his girlfriend's voice.
"Oh, I remember! You have to visit me! It's a little lonely, even with all the 'get well soon' cards, 'cause you can't talk to them, you know? Not even the singing ones! (A/N: You know, the greeting cards that play music? I love those. *-*) Plus, the hospital food isn't terrible, but it's not anywhere near great. I miss Shimura-san's cooking, in fact, I miss all my family and friends!" continued the obliviously blabbering girl. "I haven't talked for three days, so if I stop making sense, please tell me!"
"You never make sense." He answered.
"I don't? Oh, well, that's okay. It's better to be carefree then kininaru!" At the sound of this, Akito pictured a bear hanging for it's dear life to a tree branch. It amused him. "Aaanyway, like I was saying, you have to visit! If given permission, I can be taken out for a while, but they said I might not be discharged from the hospital for another two weeks or so. Whoever knows why. Oh, how much time has passed?"
"Six minutes."
"Ah, lunch started a minute ago. See you later!"
"Ja na." He hung up.
"Do you want to leave early?" The principal asked.
"No, I can wait. Thank you." He got up, and left the office.
After school, Akito walked over to the school garden, and picked off a white iris. He examined it, and carefully placed it in his jacket pocket. When he got to the hospital, he came to her door. He pressed his ear against the door, and heard sharp breaths coming from inside, followed with a thump. He knocked on the door.
"Sana? Daijo-bu?" He asked, opening the door. "Oh, sh…"
Sana was lying on the floor, beside her, a broken water pitcher.
A/N: Lah-dee-dah-dee-dah! This ficcy's gon'be suucckky… This ficcy's gon'be suucckky… Haha… I've been inventing songs all day. Today was the school dance, where I made a song about the wieners they served. Don't ask why. ^_^ Anyway, keep reviewing! If you people like it enough, maybe I'll actually finish a story, for a change… Anyhoo, bye-bye! -Haru no Hime