A/N this is the last chapter I'm gonna do before I get any reviews. I don't
want to post a story no one will read. Okay, Time for chapter 3.

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Kodocha Volume 11 Chapter 3

"Aki, can we please talk for a minute?" said the familiar voice.
Akito turned slowly to see Fuuka standing right across from him, staring at
him nervously.
"Okay," Akito said. Fuuka was his friend, so she could talk to him. Just
because he was going out with Sana didn't mean he couldn't talk to Fuuka.
"Akito.I." Fuuka started nervously. Akito rolled his eyes.
"Fuuka, my favorite show is on in a minute, and I haven't gotten to see it
for a while, cause it doesn't air in America. Tell me fast," Akito said.
Then in English he added, "Make it fast, woman."
"Akito, you can at least talk to me I Japanese, alright? Aki, I..I.," Fuuka
started again.
There was a long pause. Fuuka stared nervously at Akito, and Akito stared
annoyingly at Fuuka.
"Aki.I love you. I don't know why we broke up, but I could be a better
girlfriend to you then Sana can. She's a goody-goody and she.she. she just
isn't good enough for you. Please Aki, please take me back!!!!"
"And what makes you think that you are any better for me?" Akito asked, not
fazed, just angry about what Fuuka just said.
"Aki, I love you!!" Fuuka said pleadingly to Akito. She got on her knees
and grabbed his hand, pleadingly.
"Well, I don't love you. I love Sana. I can't say that to her, and I don't
know why I'm saying this to you, but I love Sana. No one else can fill her
place not you, not any other Japanese girls, and not any American girls.
What went on between you and me was in the past. I love Sana and only
Sana," Akito said turning away.
"Wait, that's not all I wanted to ask you!!" Fuuka said, heartbrokenly.
"What, Fuuka?" Akito asked with a dangerous fire in his eyes. Fuuka knew
that fire.
"I got this shirt at a store, and I got it because I thought you would like
the American writing. It says peace," Fuuka said, close to tears, but still
putting on a happy act.
Fuuka un-zipped her jacket, showing a brightly colored shirt. On the shirt
were American letters, but it didn't mean peace.
"Who told you that it meant peace?" Akito asked, not smiling but close.
"The store clerk did. Why?" Fuuka asked.
"No reason. I got to go, I'll see you tomorrow, I guess," Akito said.
Akito turned away and truly smiled. Fuuka's shirt didn't say "peace". But
it did describe the conversation they just had. Fuuka's shirt said
"beggar."
A/N Please R&R. I really hope you like this!!