A/N: Hi peoples! Well, for all you Sana/Hayama fans out there, this
chapter is the beginning of some WAFF between those two. And trust me,
plenty more is to come, so stay tuned for future chapters! Well, enough of
my pointless babbling, here's chapter 5!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kodomo No Omocha or any of the characters. Happy?
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The white moon hung, suspended within the cobalt blanket of the night sky, parallel with the Delta Airlines plane flying east. The silvery light filtered through the misty gray clouds surrounding the hoary pendant, eventually pouring into an oval window of the plane.
Sana stirred in her leather seat of the First Class compartment, her chestnut brown hair catching the angelic light sifting through the thick, windproof glass. Her fingers tightly clutched the navy blanket around her shoulders as her eyebrows furrowed nervously above her lidded eyes.
"Mama..Rei-kun.." The mumble escaped her lips, flowing out in a quiet whisper. "Don't hurt them."
The chocolate eyes of Hayama Akito trailed to his client's worried face as she slept, unable to find peace, even in the depths of her dreams. He casually reached over to cover one of her bare shoulders with the azure blanket, which had slid mid-way down her slender arm, despite her death grip on the cotton coverlet.
The bodyguard sighed, leaning back against his leather seat. He assumed that he was the only one awake on the plane, taking note of all the snores erupting from the other passengers. Regardless of the frustrating noise, the hours alone had left him with nothing but his thoughts.
The events of the earlier evening flashed through Hayama's mind as he recalled the encounter with the two drunks. 'Damn fags,' he thought angrily to himself, and at the same time masking his emotions with a face of indifference.
He remembered following Sana stealthily, as she strayed further away from the main party, and then laying eyes on the two men. One had his arm gripping her waist, while his other hand clasped onto the actress's arm. The scene had enraged the young bodyguard, and he couldn't stop himself as he lunged forward at the offending drunk.
Not that he WANTED to stop himself, anyway.
'Retarded perverts. They could at least find women their own ages to hit on.'
Hayama glanced at the murmuring actress beside him as he spoke again in her restless slumber. His arm extended to her side of the row, gently shaking her out of the chaos going on in her mind.
Sana's eyes fluttered open, her coffee colored orbs gaining a look of haziness.
"Wake up," she heard the soft command from beside her.
The actress's slim arms stretched out in front her, small cracking noises surfacing from her joints. She rolled her head to the side, peering at the golden-haired man seated beside her.
"Hmm?" she breathed softly, her eyes still halfway lidded.
Hayama stared into her unfocussed eyes, finding worry and anxiety in the russet pools.
"You were talking in your sleep," he told her, lowering his voice so as to not wake the other travelers.
Not that he CARED if they woke up, anyway. But he didn't want to deal with cranky attitudes at the moment.
"Sorry," she whispered softly before returning to her sleeping position.
Hayama sat back and continued to stare straight ahead, waiting for the girl's breathing to steady, for that would signify that she went back to sleep. The slight sniffles and deep breathes proved otherwise though, as he peered over at her open eyes.
"Why don't you go back to sleep?" he suggested, as her eyes averted to his.
"Why don't you?" the teen actress challenged.
Hayama made no shrug or gesture, the only part of him moving being his lips. "I'm not tired."
"Maybe not," she reasoned, staring defiantly at her bodyguard. "But the real reason is because you have to watch me, isn't it?"
Hayama continued to stare at her, now detecting a hint of guilt in her glittering eyes.
"Get rid of that guilt," he demanded softly. "I'm trained for this."
Sana smiled at him in understanding, seating herself upright.
"You can sleep. I'll wake you up if anything happens," she assured.
Hayama narrowed his eyes slightly at the naivety of his client.
"And what can you do?" he inquired, furrowing his eyebrows in uncertainty.
The very next moment, Hayama was forced to clutch his head in pain, a large bump rising from his throbbing scalp. He looked up at the grinning actress, surprise making itself known in his angered eyes.
Sana chuckled evilly, a habit she picked up from her mother, as she held the plastic toy mallet in her right hand.
"That," she told him, sticking out her tongue.
"Give me that," he grunted, trying to pry the death mallet from her fingers.
"No way!" Sana whispered hoarsely, pulling her hand back and aiming for his head again.
Hayama's hand shot up in god-like speed, catching her wrist before the mallet came into contact with his already pained head. He twisted the limb, only enough for the lethal weapon to fall out of her grasp before he could do any real damage. His other hand quickly snatched it away.
The bodyguard continued to stow the mallet away safely, bending his head slightly to look underneath his seat. Once again, a groan emanated from his throat as his hands shot to his head again, a new bump forming. He glared threateningly at the actress beside him, for she now held a paper fan.
"You can never win, Hayama Akito!" she whispered, smiling victoriously.
Hayama blinked at the paper fan, his eyes trailing up to meet hers. "Doesn't that belong to the other girl?"
Sana nodded. "Yup, I stole it from her while you were bending over to put away my mallet," she declared, pointing to the seat in front of her, which belonged to the hair-stylist.
Hayama stared incredulously at her, before rolling his eyes and leaning back comfortably against the leather seat.
"You're a different one," he mumbled, glaring at the seat in front of him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Sana nodding eagerly.
"Yeah," she agreed, standing up to look over Fuka's seat, replacing the paper fan in her "secret hiding place."
She sat down again, leaning back as well. "Well, goodnight Hayama-san."
"Hayama," the bodyguard corrected, stealing another glance at her. " 'Hayama-san' is what people call my dad. And I thought you weren't tired?"
A smile surfaced on her smooth lips as she closed her eyes. "I don't think I'll have any more nightmares tonight. I'm too happy right now," she whispered dreamily, before slipping into a deep slumber.
Hayama gazed at her, shaking his head in bewilderment. 'A REALLY different one.'
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The brilliant golden rays of the yellow sun spilled through the windows of the plane, coloring the interior of Sana's eyelids a bright red. The thin folds covering her eyes slowly lifted open, greeted with the bustling of stewardesses and passengers, bringing their luggage down from the high shelves.
"Geez. I swear, if you had slept for another minute, I would have whacked you so hard and send you flyin' out that window!"
Sana's eyes widened in surprise as she looked up to see Fuka's face peering down into hers own. After shaking her head a few times to knock out the drowsiness, the young actress sat up attentively in her seat.
"Is it time to go already?" she asked the brunette.
Fuka nodded, pulling one of her smaller, gray duffle bags down, letting it land on the floor with a loud "thud."
"Well, we still have about twenty minutes actually, since we haven't really landed. But we might as well get our smaller luggage out now, right?"
Sana shrugged, standing up to stretch. "All I brought on the plain was a book bag," she replied, yawning afterwards.
Fuka rolled her eyes at the sleepy actress. "You yawn as if you didn't get a wink of sleep last night, and I know you did! You were asleep before I was!"
Sana froze midway through a yawn, her eyes bugging out at her conversation with the golden-haired bodyguard.
The brunette smiled mischievously at her best friend, perching her hands on her hips.
"I knew it!" she exclaimed, pointing accusingly at Sana. "You and Hayama-kun were getting 'better acquainted'!"
Sana finished through with her yawn, waving a hand carelessly at the babbling hair-stylist.
"Nah, I was just remembering a few nightmares from last night, about IT," she lied coolly, sighing with frustration.
The accusing glare in Fuka's eyes was replaced by sympathy as she lowered her arm.
"You're having NIGHTMARES now?" she inquired, mouth open.
Sana nodded, hoping that she had convinced her friend. "So, where's Hayama?" she asked, noticing the empty seat beside her.
"In the restroom. And when did you start leaving off the '-san'?" Fuka demanded.
Sana rolled her eyes, not believing how determined her best friend could be at times.
"He told me not to. Happy?"
Fuka stared suspiciously at the young actress, slowly walking down the aisle to the restrooms.
Sana flounced back onto the cushioned leather, gazing out the window. Below, she could the busy city of Los Angeles, with ant-sized cars roaring down the paved roads, and micro-people walking down the sidewalks and entering the various stores. Further up ahead, she could see the airport, which was approaching rapidly.
"Ever been to L.A. before?"
Sana jumped as the cool voice of her bodyguard reached her ears, as she nodded.
"Twice," she replied. "Both times, I resided with Mami-chan, my cousin."
Hayama's eyes reverted to the oval window, settling on the nearing airport. 'Why haven't we descended at all, yet?'
"Hey, shouldn't we have already started to drop a bit?" Sana questioned, furrowing her eyebrows as she gazed at the immense building. Even from this altitude, she could tell it was huge.
Right at the moment, the plane shook violently, causing rattling noises to echo throughout the corridors. Sana almost fell forward, clutching onto her armrests.
"Be right back," was all Hayama said as he started to walk brusquely down the aisle.
Sana stared after him, setting her face into a look of determination. She shot up out of her seat, pursuing her bodyguard.
Hayama pulled open the door to the cockpit, stepping inside the front cabin. He clenched his jaw as he laid his eyes on the limp body sprawled across the floor, drenched in its own crimson blood. Kneeling down, he inspected the deep piercing wounds across the dead man's abdomen, confirming that a knife had been used to stab him to death.
A muffled cry echoed throughout the cabin, alerting Hayama that someone else had entered the room. He whipped his head around, his arms raised, ready to strike.
Sana stood with her hands covering her mouth, eyes wide with terror at the crimson pool growing on the carpeted floor. One man was limp on the floor, another one in a chair near the front.
Hayama slowly lowered his arms back down to his sides, staring up into her anguished expression.
"Kurata," he mumbled, his eyes tracing her horrified expression. "You should have stayed at your seat."
Sana only shook her head slightly, her gaze traveling from the man in the chair to the front window.
"Me..m-my fault..now dead," she said into the palms of her shaking hands, staring intently at the window in front of her.
Hayama stood up, looking directly into her eyes, which were over- flowing with rivers of tears.
"It could have been anyone," he reasoned with her, trying to keep her calm. "It doesn't necessarily have to be your-"
"Look," Sana cut him off, peeling one of her palms off of her face to point at the window.
Hayama swiveled around, his eyes scanning the glass. He glared at the threatening note written there, pained in scarlet blood. ' "Kurata Sana," ' he began reading to himself, ' "Even flying across the ocean will not rid you of me. I will be watching you, showing my love for you in many ways. Until next time.." '
Hayama turned back to face the shocked actress after reading the note. Almost immediately, she fell against his chest, her whole body wracking with brutal sobs. Not knowing what else to do, he wrapped his lean arms around her trembling figure, holding her tight as if to stop the vicious shudders.
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A/N: Gah! THAT was disturbing to write. Well anyway, sorry if there are any spelling or grammatical errors, but once again, I didn't have time to check. But please please please review! I'm lookin' to get to 15 reviews and beyond before posting the next chapter, 'cuz I'm feelin' a bit unmotivated since I only received one review for my last chapter. So please review!!
-IWD: Hi again! Thanks for reviewing, and I hope the threatening letter added enough suspense for ya!
Disclaimer: I don't own Kodomo No Omocha or any of the characters. Happy?
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The white moon hung, suspended within the cobalt blanket of the night sky, parallel with the Delta Airlines plane flying east. The silvery light filtered through the misty gray clouds surrounding the hoary pendant, eventually pouring into an oval window of the plane.
Sana stirred in her leather seat of the First Class compartment, her chestnut brown hair catching the angelic light sifting through the thick, windproof glass. Her fingers tightly clutched the navy blanket around her shoulders as her eyebrows furrowed nervously above her lidded eyes.
"Mama..Rei-kun.." The mumble escaped her lips, flowing out in a quiet whisper. "Don't hurt them."
The chocolate eyes of Hayama Akito trailed to his client's worried face as she slept, unable to find peace, even in the depths of her dreams. He casually reached over to cover one of her bare shoulders with the azure blanket, which had slid mid-way down her slender arm, despite her death grip on the cotton coverlet.
The bodyguard sighed, leaning back against his leather seat. He assumed that he was the only one awake on the plane, taking note of all the snores erupting from the other passengers. Regardless of the frustrating noise, the hours alone had left him with nothing but his thoughts.
The events of the earlier evening flashed through Hayama's mind as he recalled the encounter with the two drunks. 'Damn fags,' he thought angrily to himself, and at the same time masking his emotions with a face of indifference.
He remembered following Sana stealthily, as she strayed further away from the main party, and then laying eyes on the two men. One had his arm gripping her waist, while his other hand clasped onto the actress's arm. The scene had enraged the young bodyguard, and he couldn't stop himself as he lunged forward at the offending drunk.
Not that he WANTED to stop himself, anyway.
'Retarded perverts. They could at least find women their own ages to hit on.'
Hayama glanced at the murmuring actress beside him as he spoke again in her restless slumber. His arm extended to her side of the row, gently shaking her out of the chaos going on in her mind.
Sana's eyes fluttered open, her coffee colored orbs gaining a look of haziness.
"Wake up," she heard the soft command from beside her.
The actress's slim arms stretched out in front her, small cracking noises surfacing from her joints. She rolled her head to the side, peering at the golden-haired man seated beside her.
"Hmm?" she breathed softly, her eyes still halfway lidded.
Hayama stared into her unfocussed eyes, finding worry and anxiety in the russet pools.
"You were talking in your sleep," he told her, lowering his voice so as to not wake the other travelers.
Not that he CARED if they woke up, anyway. But he didn't want to deal with cranky attitudes at the moment.
"Sorry," she whispered softly before returning to her sleeping position.
Hayama sat back and continued to stare straight ahead, waiting for the girl's breathing to steady, for that would signify that she went back to sleep. The slight sniffles and deep breathes proved otherwise though, as he peered over at her open eyes.
"Why don't you go back to sleep?" he suggested, as her eyes averted to his.
"Why don't you?" the teen actress challenged.
Hayama made no shrug or gesture, the only part of him moving being his lips. "I'm not tired."
"Maybe not," she reasoned, staring defiantly at her bodyguard. "But the real reason is because you have to watch me, isn't it?"
Hayama continued to stare at her, now detecting a hint of guilt in her glittering eyes.
"Get rid of that guilt," he demanded softly. "I'm trained for this."
Sana smiled at him in understanding, seating herself upright.
"You can sleep. I'll wake you up if anything happens," she assured.
Hayama narrowed his eyes slightly at the naivety of his client.
"And what can you do?" he inquired, furrowing his eyebrows in uncertainty.
The very next moment, Hayama was forced to clutch his head in pain, a large bump rising from his throbbing scalp. He looked up at the grinning actress, surprise making itself known in his angered eyes.
Sana chuckled evilly, a habit she picked up from her mother, as she held the plastic toy mallet in her right hand.
"That," she told him, sticking out her tongue.
"Give me that," he grunted, trying to pry the death mallet from her fingers.
"No way!" Sana whispered hoarsely, pulling her hand back and aiming for his head again.
Hayama's hand shot up in god-like speed, catching her wrist before the mallet came into contact with his already pained head. He twisted the limb, only enough for the lethal weapon to fall out of her grasp before he could do any real damage. His other hand quickly snatched it away.
The bodyguard continued to stow the mallet away safely, bending his head slightly to look underneath his seat. Once again, a groan emanated from his throat as his hands shot to his head again, a new bump forming. He glared threateningly at the actress beside him, for she now held a paper fan.
"You can never win, Hayama Akito!" she whispered, smiling victoriously.
Hayama blinked at the paper fan, his eyes trailing up to meet hers. "Doesn't that belong to the other girl?"
Sana nodded. "Yup, I stole it from her while you were bending over to put away my mallet," she declared, pointing to the seat in front of her, which belonged to the hair-stylist.
Hayama stared incredulously at her, before rolling his eyes and leaning back comfortably against the leather seat.
"You're a different one," he mumbled, glaring at the seat in front of him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Sana nodding eagerly.
"Yeah," she agreed, standing up to look over Fuka's seat, replacing the paper fan in her "secret hiding place."
She sat down again, leaning back as well. "Well, goodnight Hayama-san."
"Hayama," the bodyguard corrected, stealing another glance at her. " 'Hayama-san' is what people call my dad. And I thought you weren't tired?"
A smile surfaced on her smooth lips as she closed her eyes. "I don't think I'll have any more nightmares tonight. I'm too happy right now," she whispered dreamily, before slipping into a deep slumber.
Hayama gazed at her, shaking his head in bewilderment. 'A REALLY different one.'
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The brilliant golden rays of the yellow sun spilled through the windows of the plane, coloring the interior of Sana's eyelids a bright red. The thin folds covering her eyes slowly lifted open, greeted with the bustling of stewardesses and passengers, bringing their luggage down from the high shelves.
"Geez. I swear, if you had slept for another minute, I would have whacked you so hard and send you flyin' out that window!"
Sana's eyes widened in surprise as she looked up to see Fuka's face peering down into hers own. After shaking her head a few times to knock out the drowsiness, the young actress sat up attentively in her seat.
"Is it time to go already?" she asked the brunette.
Fuka nodded, pulling one of her smaller, gray duffle bags down, letting it land on the floor with a loud "thud."
"Well, we still have about twenty minutes actually, since we haven't really landed. But we might as well get our smaller luggage out now, right?"
Sana shrugged, standing up to stretch. "All I brought on the plain was a book bag," she replied, yawning afterwards.
Fuka rolled her eyes at the sleepy actress. "You yawn as if you didn't get a wink of sleep last night, and I know you did! You were asleep before I was!"
Sana froze midway through a yawn, her eyes bugging out at her conversation with the golden-haired bodyguard.
The brunette smiled mischievously at her best friend, perching her hands on her hips.
"I knew it!" she exclaimed, pointing accusingly at Sana. "You and Hayama-kun were getting 'better acquainted'!"
Sana finished through with her yawn, waving a hand carelessly at the babbling hair-stylist.
"Nah, I was just remembering a few nightmares from last night, about IT," she lied coolly, sighing with frustration.
The accusing glare in Fuka's eyes was replaced by sympathy as she lowered her arm.
"You're having NIGHTMARES now?" she inquired, mouth open.
Sana nodded, hoping that she had convinced her friend. "So, where's Hayama?" she asked, noticing the empty seat beside her.
"In the restroom. And when did you start leaving off the '-san'?" Fuka demanded.
Sana rolled her eyes, not believing how determined her best friend could be at times.
"He told me not to. Happy?"
Fuka stared suspiciously at the young actress, slowly walking down the aisle to the restrooms.
Sana flounced back onto the cushioned leather, gazing out the window. Below, she could the busy city of Los Angeles, with ant-sized cars roaring down the paved roads, and micro-people walking down the sidewalks and entering the various stores. Further up ahead, she could see the airport, which was approaching rapidly.
"Ever been to L.A. before?"
Sana jumped as the cool voice of her bodyguard reached her ears, as she nodded.
"Twice," she replied. "Both times, I resided with Mami-chan, my cousin."
Hayama's eyes reverted to the oval window, settling on the nearing airport. 'Why haven't we descended at all, yet?'
"Hey, shouldn't we have already started to drop a bit?" Sana questioned, furrowing her eyebrows as she gazed at the immense building. Even from this altitude, she could tell it was huge.
Right at the moment, the plane shook violently, causing rattling noises to echo throughout the corridors. Sana almost fell forward, clutching onto her armrests.
"Be right back," was all Hayama said as he started to walk brusquely down the aisle.
Sana stared after him, setting her face into a look of determination. She shot up out of her seat, pursuing her bodyguard.
Hayama pulled open the door to the cockpit, stepping inside the front cabin. He clenched his jaw as he laid his eyes on the limp body sprawled across the floor, drenched in its own crimson blood. Kneeling down, he inspected the deep piercing wounds across the dead man's abdomen, confirming that a knife had been used to stab him to death.
A muffled cry echoed throughout the cabin, alerting Hayama that someone else had entered the room. He whipped his head around, his arms raised, ready to strike.
Sana stood with her hands covering her mouth, eyes wide with terror at the crimson pool growing on the carpeted floor. One man was limp on the floor, another one in a chair near the front.
Hayama slowly lowered his arms back down to his sides, staring up into her anguished expression.
"Kurata," he mumbled, his eyes tracing her horrified expression. "You should have stayed at your seat."
Sana only shook her head slightly, her gaze traveling from the man in the chair to the front window.
"Me..m-my fault..now dead," she said into the palms of her shaking hands, staring intently at the window in front of her.
Hayama stood up, looking directly into her eyes, which were over- flowing with rivers of tears.
"It could have been anyone," he reasoned with her, trying to keep her calm. "It doesn't necessarily have to be your-"
"Look," Sana cut him off, peeling one of her palms off of her face to point at the window.
Hayama swiveled around, his eyes scanning the glass. He glared at the threatening note written there, pained in scarlet blood. ' "Kurata Sana," ' he began reading to himself, ' "Even flying across the ocean will not rid you of me. I will be watching you, showing my love for you in many ways. Until next time.." '
Hayama turned back to face the shocked actress after reading the note. Almost immediately, she fell against his chest, her whole body wracking with brutal sobs. Not knowing what else to do, he wrapped his lean arms around her trembling figure, holding her tight as if to stop the vicious shudders.
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A/N: Gah! THAT was disturbing to write. Well anyway, sorry if there are any spelling or grammatical errors, but once again, I didn't have time to check. But please please please review! I'm lookin' to get to 15 reviews and beyond before posting the next chapter, 'cuz I'm feelin' a bit unmotivated since I only received one review for my last chapter. So please review!!
-IWD: Hi again! Thanks for reviewing, and I hope the threatening letter added enough suspense for ya!