Devil on the Run (part 3)
A Kodomo No Omocha fanfic
© By Iris C.
E-mail : angelscythe02@yahoo.com
Completed : June 15th, 2001 (edited June 18)
Newsy notes: well, my computer just crashed last week, I had to reboot
it cuz of the OE exception crap. Thus, I am now picture-less, MP3-less,
story-less, avi-less, rm-less, software-less and VERY pissed off. Oh
well, c'est la vie! ^^;;
Story notes: Wow... I never knew how much you guys hated cliffhangers.
Sorry, I do them often, sometimes inadvertently, but they seem to be
such great places to end the ficcys no? Tehee. Anyhow, I'm not sure I
like where this story is going, because it's heading toward a very
terrible ending. I don't know what to do!
Devil on the Run
"Get away!!! Akito!!!!!!"
I gasped, catching a glimpse of Ichibin being held back by Hidaki.
"Shimatta," I swore, ducked two coming punches, then dropped kicked the
two idiots who landed with a thud. "Let him go," I stared coldly at
Hidaki, who in turn shot me an indifferent gaze.
"That, won't be likely," behind me, a voice contended.
I pivoted around and came face to face with a gun, "...Kimura."
"Long time no see, Hayama-san," he smiled, yellow eyes never more
menacing.
"What do you want?"
"What? Can't I pay an old friend a friendly little visit?"
I stared at his gun. "Apparently not."
He snickered. "You're not worried about this thing are you? Hayama-
san?"
"Leave us alone, Kimura!" Ichibin shouted, Hidaki punched him in the
stomach, causing Ichibin to fall.
"Hmph, I would worry about this if I were you, Ichibin," Kimura loaded
his gun, then narrowed his eyes at me. "Do you know what happens to
anyone that quits a gang?"
Pretentious and egotistical, Kimura liked to exaggerate and elaborate.
Frankly, the guy annoyed me, and right now he had never more irritated
me. "Are you going to kill me?" I asked.
He laughed. "Kill you? Me? Nah..." he cleaned the head of the gun with
his sleeve then begin rambling. "I'm feeling very very generous today,
Hayama. I mean, I should really kill you, I should. But I thought since
you started all this, you should have the privilege to end it. Really
Hayama, I admire you. You started 'Black Haze' with a snap, and ended
it with a snap. The world just rotates to your benefit doesn't it? Get
enough money to last you a lifetime and just abandon the rest of us,
huh? What a life you must be living."
"Will you get to the point?" I said, retaining the apathetic tone.
"Aw, chill out, got all day and all night. After all, I have nothing to
do anymore, do I?" Kimura lit a cigarette. "Here's the deal, it's
comin' from Shizuoka, the port here's been tight lately. Too tight, but
the money's there..."
"I don't do shit anymore," I muttered.
"Listen, you know the port security like no one else. All you need to
do is hack the system, clean the ends while we do the physical work..."
"I don't do shit anymore," I repeated.
"I didn't tell you option two yet, it's one more deal, Hayama, or an
early ride to Hell," he lifted his gun. "Don't think you're getting out
of it again."
From the corner of my eye, I saw Ichibin held loosely by Hidaki, while
Chota and Koga (two other members) stood by him.
Sometimes you have to take chances in this life.
"I guess not," I said to Kimura.
He smirked.
Fool.
I flipped to the side, crushed his wrist, and was very satisfied when I
saw a bewildered face. "Guess so," I murmured, aiming the gun right at
Kimura's temple. "Let Ichibin go." I called out to Hidaki. "NOW, or he
dies." I thrust the gun on Kimura. (If you are having trouble imagining
this gun sequence, think 'Rush Hour' and how they did it. ^-^ ~ iris)
Hidaki's eyes became two thin slits, but he pushed Ichibin away
nonetheless.
I jabbed Kimura in a pressure point. He winced and fell.
It didn't quite end there.
"Run, Ichibin!" I cried when I saw Hidaki taking something shiny from
his back pocket. Ichibin and I took off after that, running blindly
away from the apartment until I felt a kick behind me.
Hidaki.
I lifted the gun.
It happened quickly. He drop kicked. I heard something crack and the
gun was out of my hands, replaced by Hidaki on top of me.
"Akito!" Ichibin decided to fling himself onto Hidaki, pulling the much
larger man away from me. "RUN!!!!"
"What are you crazy?!?" I cried. Idiot, Ichibin! Idiot!!!
Ichibin and Hidaki were now rolling on the ground, thrusting blind
kicks and punches.
"PLEASE!!! GO!!!!" Ichibin implored.
I looked and saw Chota, Koga and a grimacing Kimura hurtling toward me.
"GO!!!!!!!" a shrilling scream from Ichibin made me step away, running
with a swelling pain down my chest.
"I'm sorry, Ichibin," I whispered. About seven steps away, however, a
shot sliced through the quiet atmosphere.
And then I felt the ripping pain down on my left leg.
"Son of a..." I bit my lip as the blow intensified, sending pure
torment to the rest of my body. I fell, but caught myself at the last
second. Finding some last drips of rationale, I started to limp away.
My leg was screaming bloody hell while their steps got closer and
closer. I ducked into a dark corner of the street, hoping the night
shadows would cloak my squandered body.
"I'll always back you up, Hayama..."
I moaned. "Ichibin..." I can't give up. Not yet. I can't. Ignoring the
painful stings of the wound, I limped into the darkness until I saw
something familiar.
#764
I collapsed in front of her door then started pounding frantically.
'Come on, Sana...'
The door was finally opened when I couldn't handle the pain.
"Hayama! What are you..." she gasped. "Oh my God what happened?!?!" she
helped me inside. "Hayama??" she cried. "Hayama!!"
"A knife, Sana, I need a knife," I whispered.
"A knife? Why? Why do you...what's wrong with your leg? Hayama what
happened? I have to call the police, the hospital...!"
"Don't! Don't call the anyone!!!"
"What do you mean don't call anyone? Who did this to you?"
I shook my head furiously, succeeding in making myself more nauseous.
"NO!! Dammnit! I can't let them know!!" I breathed, not look at Sana.
"Please, a knife, that's all I need..." I entreated in a calmer voice.
She stared at me but didn't protest this time. I was handed with a
kitchen knife a second later.
"Thanks," I murmured then brought my eyes to my leg. Swallowing the
fear down my throat, I watched as the knife made its through the my
wound. "AHHHH....!!" I shouted, drowning Sana's screaming of my name.
The bullet fell on the wooden floor. "Oh fuck..." I moaned, disgusted
and sick, dropping the knife on the ground and let the agony take over
my body.
"Hayama...Hayama!!" her voice resounded by my ear, fading in its
volume. I felt her arms embracing me, her tears spattered on my body.
And then everything went black.
(Notes from the author: First of all, kids, don't try this at home
unless you want your leg amputated. ^-^ Second, I admit it, I'm no
doctor, and I quiver for whomever I would be operating on if I were a
doc. I have no idea how Hayama got rid of the bullet without killing
his leg. What I do know is, this is fiction, and this is MY fiction,
and I don't get paid for this, therefore you can't do anything!!! ^6^)
Dizzy. Unfocused. Hazy.
Where am I?
I tried to push myself up. My response was the take off of a throbbing
pain, from the top of my skull to the tip of my toes. "Oww..." I
moaned, the pain was appalling, as if my bones were splitting into
little pieces of glass, pricking me with all their might.
A shadow hovered over me. "Hayama?" Sana's voice.
"Sorry for...making trouble for you..." I managed, ordering my eyes to
open. It was then I saw her eyes, they were red, puffy, and very
frightened.
"Are you all right, Hayama?"
She was still wearing her pajamas, and her shoulders sagged a little
due to fatigue.
"Sana...did you sleep?" I asked quietly.
"Sleep?" Sana stared at me, bewildered. "How could I sleep? You come
crashing into my house in the middle of the night wounded. You asked
for a knife and stabbed yourself and I can't even call the ambulance
because you are keeping a horrible secret from me and I don't know why
you are but it must be really horrible if I can't call the hospital and
I was worried to death and thought you would die on me cuz you're mean
like that and
I...I..." her face crumbled. "Hayama," she threw her arms around me
body. "Don't ever do that to me again! Don't ever do that..." she
sobbed.
I held her closely, fingers digging through tresses of brown hair.
"What happened Hayama? Tell me the truth. I knew something was wrong
with Ichibin's story. Something's terribly wrong. I can tell. How did
you get shot?" she insisted, her eyes were faltering. I must have
really scared her, for I've never seen Sana so petrified.
"I..." I swallowed the lump in my throat, which sent another round of
pain throughout my body. "Ooohhhh..." I grunted, feeling dizzy again.
She grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently. "Hayama...oh Hayama...what
have you been doing for these four years? What have you been doing...?"
And that would be the last thing I heard before my body betrayed me yet
again.
When I woke again, the sun greeted me with just enough warmth grazing
gently on my skin. I pushed myself up and found me alone in the small
room. My leg felt like a numb stick. A further look led to the
discovery of a bandaged leg.
Flashbacks invaded my head like a slow motion filmstrip, coming to an
abrupt ending.
Ichibin...oh no.
Damn it. What do I do? What do I do? What am I going to do? Why did I
ever start this? Why did I even allow Ichibin to be dragged into this?
Crash. Bang. Shatter. Smash.
Huh?
I forced myself up and 'dangled' my feet on the ground.
Limp. Wince. Limp. Dies. Gets up. Limp. Looked for a stick. Grabbed the
plastic baseball bat. Limp. Found out why walking sticks are necessary
in this life. Carefully made it downstairs.
(No. Once again, I know that biologically, it's impossible for him to
walk yet, but as I've mentioned, it's fiction! ^^;;)
I knew something was wrong when I saw egg yokes and noodles on the
ground. I just couldn't imagine how wrong. Her kitchen was a mess. No,
more like an apocalypse. Sana was in the middle of the scattered flour
and melted butter, working at the speed of light as she stirred this
and chopped that and fried this.
"Kurata...what are you doing?"
It was a simple question, really, but what I got was anything but
simple.
"Ahhh!!! You're awake!" she cried happily, face covered with flour.
"Yaaahhooo!! My timing's perfect!!!"
"Nani desu..." I muttered. "What did you do?"
"Ohhh...sit down, sit down, the doctor said you shouldn't really use
that leg unless you have to."
My body went cold. "Doctor?"
"Hayama, you went out on me, and since I can't call the hospital, I got
some private help. Don't worry, as far as he's concerned, you are my
faraway cousin from Amish country in USA!!" she chirped.
I sweatdropped.
"Neh, you must be hungry right? Out for two days and all. Let me
finishing this batch of fish for ya."
"I was out for two days?"
"Hai. He said you got hit in the head somewhere."
"Oh."
"Here ya go," she handed me a bowl of rice.
"Arigatou."
"Don't mention it!" Sana bounced back to the kitchen. "Anyway, I
decided it's safe for you to stay here until your leg heals. No one
comes here except for Rei-kun, and I put him on vacation yesterday, so
make yourself at home."
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. She dropped five dishes in front of me,
beaming with a gigantic curved smile. "Enjoy!!"
I think I devoured the food in less than a minute, but I could be
exaggerating.
"Thank you," I mumbled.
"Yaaa...."
"You, don't have to do this."
"Do what?"
"Take care of me."
"I know, but I want to. We're friends right? And friends help each
other in times when help is needed, and I'm pretty sure having gotten
shot is a time when help is needed."
"There's no point."
"No point in what?" she asked, her face immediately concerned.
"I must leave. Get Ichibin."
"Where...where is Ichibin-kun?"
I said nothing.
"Who shot you? Hayama?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Doesn't matter! Don't give me that, Hayama! Tell me the truth! Who
shot you?!? Who's after you? Why are they after you? Why can't you call
the police? Did you join a secret death society or something???"
Secret death society. That wasn't too far off.
"Iie. It's complicated."
She didn't say anything. I felt her eyes boring into my skin.
"I know a lot has changed in the four years. I know we'll never be the
way we use to be. But I want you to know that you can always trust me,"
she softened her expression. "Ne, do you remember in Sixth grade? When
we had that field trip and we were stuck down below that big cliff that
came out of nowhere?!?!"
How could I forget that day? How could I forget how worried I was about
Kurata, thinking she was an alien? How could I forget how she cried and
laughed within the length of a minute?
"It was the first time you smiled! O HO HO! Kawaii Hayama!!! You
laughed too! And got embarrassed! All in the same day! You broke all
your Hayama personality guidelines that day!"
Hoi...
"But what you said that day...do you remember Hayama?" she tilted her
head. "You said, if I ever feel like crying, I could come to you, and I
did Hayama, you were there for my problems every time. No matter what
you were feeling. You're always there for me."
"I want to be there for you too, Hayama," she finished.
I looked up, and saw myself weaken against her persistence.
I almost moaned. What is she doing to me?
"Sana, I..." I stopped myself, for about four years in high school. I
had managed to call her by Sana. At first it was because of Fuka, but
in time I was able to call her Sana without getting all crazy. Now,
however, every time I say her first name my body goes through this
weird floaty feeling. "Ano..." You're such an idiot! I wanted to smack
myself.
When did I adapt stuttering?
"Is it that terrible?"
"What?"
"Whatever you have been doing?"
I nodded. "Hai."
"Do you regret it?"
I nodded again.
"Did you kill anyone."
I froze, and then nodded. I would call selling addictive pernicious
drugs killing people, I would.
Sana gasped. "Hayama, are you still doing this?"
I shook my head.
She brought a head to the side of her head. Then she shook her head.
"Iie!!!! You wouldn't kill anyone!! YOU WOULDN'T! I know you Hayama!
You may look all tough on the outside, but you know what your doing!
You know right from wrong! Ne? Hayama!! ANSWER ME!!! You didn't kill
anyone..."
Actually...I don't know right from wrong. If I did, I wouldn't be in
the situation I'm in, and Ichibin would be okay, and I wouldn't be
wallowing in guilt every single day. I looked up. "I sell drugs,
Kurata," there, I finally said it.
For a while Sana stood there, resembling a perfect statue, not a cinch
of movement.
But then she fell back onto the couch, her eyes bewildered.
"Dru...drugs? You mean, oh you mean you work at the hospital and
prescribed the wrong drug to a patient and they died right? But it was
a mistake, and...and you just made a mistake, right? ...A mistake."
I squeezed my eyes shut, if it were that simple. "No. I'm a drug
dealer. I sell everything from cokes to speed, I've murdered more
people than you can imagine. The cops would gladly have my head, and so
would every other gang."
Sana blinked, I couldn't tell if she was taking all this in or blocking
it all out. Finally, she said. "Anata wa...saite desu. Anata wa saite
desu!!!" she screamed, her eyes blazing.
(Note: I HAD to use that phrase, cuz it just sound so much cooler than
English. It means... Anata wa- you are, saite- lowest of the low. You
are the lowest of the low? Lol. It's a bad translation. It's a really
good bad insult in Japanese though. ^^x ~Iris)
"You're right," I whispered, letting her anger consume my pride. "You
are right."
"Why?!?? Why would you do something like that?? Why??" she lashed, it
was pretty clear no matter what the reason, she won't accept it. I
don't blame her.
"Gr...greed," I managed.
Sana stared, there was so much disappoint in her eyes I almost wished
that bullet had pierced my heart. I usually don't care what people
think of me, but Sana...her eyes twisted between pain and dismay, all
because of me. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand it at all, because
I cared. I cared what Kurata Sana thought of me...
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A Kodomo No Omocha fanfic
© By Iris C.
E-mail : angelscythe02@yahoo.com
Completed : June 15th, 2001 (edited June 18)
Newsy notes: well, my computer just crashed last week, I had to reboot
it cuz of the OE exception crap. Thus, I am now picture-less, MP3-less,
story-less, avi-less, rm-less, software-less and VERY pissed off. Oh
well, c'est la vie! ^^;;
Story notes: Wow... I never knew how much you guys hated cliffhangers.
Sorry, I do them often, sometimes inadvertently, but they seem to be
such great places to end the ficcys no? Tehee. Anyhow, I'm not sure I
like where this story is going, because it's heading toward a very
terrible ending. I don't know what to do!
Devil on the Run
"Get away!!! Akito!!!!!!"
I gasped, catching a glimpse of Ichibin being held back by Hidaki.
"Shimatta," I swore, ducked two coming punches, then dropped kicked the
two idiots who landed with a thud. "Let him go," I stared coldly at
Hidaki, who in turn shot me an indifferent gaze.
"That, won't be likely," behind me, a voice contended.
I pivoted around and came face to face with a gun, "...Kimura."
"Long time no see, Hayama-san," he smiled, yellow eyes never more
menacing.
"What do you want?"
"What? Can't I pay an old friend a friendly little visit?"
I stared at his gun. "Apparently not."
He snickered. "You're not worried about this thing are you? Hayama-
san?"
"Leave us alone, Kimura!" Ichibin shouted, Hidaki punched him in the
stomach, causing Ichibin to fall.
"Hmph, I would worry about this if I were you, Ichibin," Kimura loaded
his gun, then narrowed his eyes at me. "Do you know what happens to
anyone that quits a gang?"
Pretentious and egotistical, Kimura liked to exaggerate and elaborate.
Frankly, the guy annoyed me, and right now he had never more irritated
me. "Are you going to kill me?" I asked.
He laughed. "Kill you? Me? Nah..." he cleaned the head of the gun with
his sleeve then begin rambling. "I'm feeling very very generous today,
Hayama. I mean, I should really kill you, I should. But I thought since
you started all this, you should have the privilege to end it. Really
Hayama, I admire you. You started 'Black Haze' with a snap, and ended
it with a snap. The world just rotates to your benefit doesn't it? Get
enough money to last you a lifetime and just abandon the rest of us,
huh? What a life you must be living."
"Will you get to the point?" I said, retaining the apathetic tone.
"Aw, chill out, got all day and all night. After all, I have nothing to
do anymore, do I?" Kimura lit a cigarette. "Here's the deal, it's
comin' from Shizuoka, the port here's been tight lately. Too tight, but
the money's there..."
"I don't do shit anymore," I muttered.
"Listen, you know the port security like no one else. All you need to
do is hack the system, clean the ends while we do the physical work..."
"I don't do shit anymore," I repeated.
"I didn't tell you option two yet, it's one more deal, Hayama, or an
early ride to Hell," he lifted his gun. "Don't think you're getting out
of it again."
From the corner of my eye, I saw Ichibin held loosely by Hidaki, while
Chota and Koga (two other members) stood by him.
Sometimes you have to take chances in this life.
"I guess not," I said to Kimura.
He smirked.
Fool.
I flipped to the side, crushed his wrist, and was very satisfied when I
saw a bewildered face. "Guess so," I murmured, aiming the gun right at
Kimura's temple. "Let Ichibin go." I called out to Hidaki. "NOW, or he
dies." I thrust the gun on Kimura. (If you are having trouble imagining
this gun sequence, think 'Rush Hour' and how they did it. ^-^ ~ iris)
Hidaki's eyes became two thin slits, but he pushed Ichibin away
nonetheless.
I jabbed Kimura in a pressure point. He winced and fell.
It didn't quite end there.
"Run, Ichibin!" I cried when I saw Hidaki taking something shiny from
his back pocket. Ichibin and I took off after that, running blindly
away from the apartment until I felt a kick behind me.
Hidaki.
I lifted the gun.
It happened quickly. He drop kicked. I heard something crack and the
gun was out of my hands, replaced by Hidaki on top of me.
"Akito!" Ichibin decided to fling himself onto Hidaki, pulling the much
larger man away from me. "RUN!!!!"
"What are you crazy?!?" I cried. Idiot, Ichibin! Idiot!!!
Ichibin and Hidaki were now rolling on the ground, thrusting blind
kicks and punches.
"PLEASE!!! GO!!!!" Ichibin implored.
I looked and saw Chota, Koga and a grimacing Kimura hurtling toward me.
"GO!!!!!!!" a shrilling scream from Ichibin made me step away, running
with a swelling pain down my chest.
"I'm sorry, Ichibin," I whispered. About seven steps away, however, a
shot sliced through the quiet atmosphere.
And then I felt the ripping pain down on my left leg.
"Son of a..." I bit my lip as the blow intensified, sending pure
torment to the rest of my body. I fell, but caught myself at the last
second. Finding some last drips of rationale, I started to limp away.
My leg was screaming bloody hell while their steps got closer and
closer. I ducked into a dark corner of the street, hoping the night
shadows would cloak my squandered body.
"I'll always back you up, Hayama..."
I moaned. "Ichibin..." I can't give up. Not yet. I can't. Ignoring the
painful stings of the wound, I limped into the darkness until I saw
something familiar.
#764
I collapsed in front of her door then started pounding frantically.
'Come on, Sana...'
The door was finally opened when I couldn't handle the pain.
"Hayama! What are you..." she gasped. "Oh my God what happened?!?!" she
helped me inside. "Hayama??" she cried. "Hayama!!"
"A knife, Sana, I need a knife," I whispered.
"A knife? Why? Why do you...what's wrong with your leg? Hayama what
happened? I have to call the police, the hospital...!"
"Don't! Don't call the anyone!!!"
"What do you mean don't call anyone? Who did this to you?"
I shook my head furiously, succeeding in making myself more nauseous.
"NO!! Dammnit! I can't let them know!!" I breathed, not look at Sana.
"Please, a knife, that's all I need..." I entreated in a calmer voice.
She stared at me but didn't protest this time. I was handed with a
kitchen knife a second later.
"Thanks," I murmured then brought my eyes to my leg. Swallowing the
fear down my throat, I watched as the knife made its through the my
wound. "AHHHH....!!" I shouted, drowning Sana's screaming of my name.
The bullet fell on the wooden floor. "Oh fuck..." I moaned, disgusted
and sick, dropping the knife on the ground and let the agony take over
my body.
"Hayama...Hayama!!" her voice resounded by my ear, fading in its
volume. I felt her arms embracing me, her tears spattered on my body.
And then everything went black.
(Notes from the author: First of all, kids, don't try this at home
unless you want your leg amputated. ^-^ Second, I admit it, I'm no
doctor, and I quiver for whomever I would be operating on if I were a
doc. I have no idea how Hayama got rid of the bullet without killing
his leg. What I do know is, this is fiction, and this is MY fiction,
and I don't get paid for this, therefore you can't do anything!!! ^6^)
Dizzy. Unfocused. Hazy.
Where am I?
I tried to push myself up. My response was the take off of a throbbing
pain, from the top of my skull to the tip of my toes. "Oww..." I
moaned, the pain was appalling, as if my bones were splitting into
little pieces of glass, pricking me with all their might.
A shadow hovered over me. "Hayama?" Sana's voice.
"Sorry for...making trouble for you..." I managed, ordering my eyes to
open. It was then I saw her eyes, they were red, puffy, and very
frightened.
"Are you all right, Hayama?"
She was still wearing her pajamas, and her shoulders sagged a little
due to fatigue.
"Sana...did you sleep?" I asked quietly.
"Sleep?" Sana stared at me, bewildered. "How could I sleep? You come
crashing into my house in the middle of the night wounded. You asked
for a knife and stabbed yourself and I can't even call the ambulance
because you are keeping a horrible secret from me and I don't know why
you are but it must be really horrible if I can't call the hospital and
I was worried to death and thought you would die on me cuz you're mean
like that and
I...I..." her face crumbled. "Hayama," she threw her arms around me
body. "Don't ever do that to me again! Don't ever do that..." she
sobbed.
I held her closely, fingers digging through tresses of brown hair.
"What happened Hayama? Tell me the truth. I knew something was wrong
with Ichibin's story. Something's terribly wrong. I can tell. How did
you get shot?" she insisted, her eyes were faltering. I must have
really scared her, for I've never seen Sana so petrified.
"I..." I swallowed the lump in my throat, which sent another round of
pain throughout my body. "Ooohhhh..." I grunted, feeling dizzy again.
She grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently. "Hayama...oh Hayama...what
have you been doing for these four years? What have you been doing...?"
And that would be the last thing I heard before my body betrayed me yet
again.
When I woke again, the sun greeted me with just enough warmth grazing
gently on my skin. I pushed myself up and found me alone in the small
room. My leg felt like a numb stick. A further look led to the
discovery of a bandaged leg.
Flashbacks invaded my head like a slow motion filmstrip, coming to an
abrupt ending.
Ichibin...oh no.
Damn it. What do I do? What do I do? What am I going to do? Why did I
ever start this? Why did I even allow Ichibin to be dragged into this?
Crash. Bang. Shatter. Smash.
Huh?
I forced myself up and 'dangled' my feet on the ground.
Limp. Wince. Limp. Dies. Gets up. Limp. Looked for a stick. Grabbed the
plastic baseball bat. Limp. Found out why walking sticks are necessary
in this life. Carefully made it downstairs.
(No. Once again, I know that biologically, it's impossible for him to
walk yet, but as I've mentioned, it's fiction! ^^;;)
I knew something was wrong when I saw egg yokes and noodles on the
ground. I just couldn't imagine how wrong. Her kitchen was a mess. No,
more like an apocalypse. Sana was in the middle of the scattered flour
and melted butter, working at the speed of light as she stirred this
and chopped that and fried this.
"Kurata...what are you doing?"
It was a simple question, really, but what I got was anything but
simple.
"Ahhh!!! You're awake!" she cried happily, face covered with flour.
"Yaaahhooo!! My timing's perfect!!!"
"Nani desu..." I muttered. "What did you do?"
"Ohhh...sit down, sit down, the doctor said you shouldn't really use
that leg unless you have to."
My body went cold. "Doctor?"
"Hayama, you went out on me, and since I can't call the hospital, I got
some private help. Don't worry, as far as he's concerned, you are my
faraway cousin from Amish country in USA!!" she chirped.
I sweatdropped.
"Neh, you must be hungry right? Out for two days and all. Let me
finishing this batch of fish for ya."
"I was out for two days?"
"Hai. He said you got hit in the head somewhere."
"Oh."
"Here ya go," she handed me a bowl of rice.
"Arigatou."
"Don't mention it!" Sana bounced back to the kitchen. "Anyway, I
decided it's safe for you to stay here until your leg heals. No one
comes here except for Rei-kun, and I put him on vacation yesterday, so
make yourself at home."
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. She dropped five dishes in front of me,
beaming with a gigantic curved smile. "Enjoy!!"
I think I devoured the food in less than a minute, but I could be
exaggerating.
"Thank you," I mumbled.
"Yaaa...."
"You, don't have to do this."
"Do what?"
"Take care of me."
"I know, but I want to. We're friends right? And friends help each
other in times when help is needed, and I'm pretty sure having gotten
shot is a time when help is needed."
"There's no point."
"No point in what?" she asked, her face immediately concerned.
"I must leave. Get Ichibin."
"Where...where is Ichibin-kun?"
I said nothing.
"Who shot you? Hayama?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Doesn't matter! Don't give me that, Hayama! Tell me the truth! Who
shot you?!? Who's after you? Why are they after you? Why can't you call
the police? Did you join a secret death society or something???"
Secret death society. That wasn't too far off.
"Iie. It's complicated."
She didn't say anything. I felt her eyes boring into my skin.
"I know a lot has changed in the four years. I know we'll never be the
way we use to be. But I want you to know that you can always trust me,"
she softened her expression. "Ne, do you remember in Sixth grade? When
we had that field trip and we were stuck down below that big cliff that
came out of nowhere?!?!"
How could I forget that day? How could I forget how worried I was about
Kurata, thinking she was an alien? How could I forget how she cried and
laughed within the length of a minute?
"It was the first time you smiled! O HO HO! Kawaii Hayama!!! You
laughed too! And got embarrassed! All in the same day! You broke all
your Hayama personality guidelines that day!"
Hoi...
"But what you said that day...do you remember Hayama?" she tilted her
head. "You said, if I ever feel like crying, I could come to you, and I
did Hayama, you were there for my problems every time. No matter what
you were feeling. You're always there for me."
"I want to be there for you too, Hayama," she finished.
I looked up, and saw myself weaken against her persistence.
I almost moaned. What is she doing to me?
"Sana, I..." I stopped myself, for about four years in high school. I
had managed to call her by Sana. At first it was because of Fuka, but
in time I was able to call her Sana without getting all crazy. Now,
however, every time I say her first name my body goes through this
weird floaty feeling. "Ano..." You're such an idiot! I wanted to smack
myself.
When did I adapt stuttering?
"Is it that terrible?"
"What?"
"Whatever you have been doing?"
I nodded. "Hai."
"Do you regret it?"
I nodded again.
"Did you kill anyone."
I froze, and then nodded. I would call selling addictive pernicious
drugs killing people, I would.
Sana gasped. "Hayama, are you still doing this?"
I shook my head.
She brought a head to the side of her head. Then she shook her head.
"Iie!!!! You wouldn't kill anyone!! YOU WOULDN'T! I know you Hayama!
You may look all tough on the outside, but you know what your doing!
You know right from wrong! Ne? Hayama!! ANSWER ME!!! You didn't kill
anyone..."
Actually...I don't know right from wrong. If I did, I wouldn't be in
the situation I'm in, and Ichibin would be okay, and I wouldn't be
wallowing in guilt every single day. I looked up. "I sell drugs,
Kurata," there, I finally said it.
For a while Sana stood there, resembling a perfect statue, not a cinch
of movement.
But then she fell back onto the couch, her eyes bewildered.
"Dru...drugs? You mean, oh you mean you work at the hospital and
prescribed the wrong drug to a patient and they died right? But it was
a mistake, and...and you just made a mistake, right? ...A mistake."
I squeezed my eyes shut, if it were that simple. "No. I'm a drug
dealer. I sell everything from cokes to speed, I've murdered more
people than you can imagine. The cops would gladly have my head, and so
would every other gang."
Sana blinked, I couldn't tell if she was taking all this in or blocking
it all out. Finally, she said. "Anata wa...saite desu. Anata wa saite
desu!!!" she screamed, her eyes blazing.
(Note: I HAD to use that phrase, cuz it just sound so much cooler than
English. It means... Anata wa- you are, saite- lowest of the low. You
are the lowest of the low? Lol. It's a bad translation. It's a really
good bad insult in Japanese though. ^^x ~Iris)
"You're right," I whispered, letting her anger consume my pride. "You
are right."
"Why?!?? Why would you do something like that?? Why??" she lashed, it
was pretty clear no matter what the reason, she won't accept it. I
don't blame her.
"Gr...greed," I managed.
Sana stared, there was so much disappoint in her eyes I almost wished
that bullet had pierced my heart. I usually don't care what people
think of me, but Sana...her eyes twisted between pain and dismay, all
because of me. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand it at all, because
I cared. I cared what Kurata Sana thought of me...
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