A/N: Aw...so sad.....here's the second-to-the-last chapter, I'm sure of it.
Okay, just read! It might be a little rushed though....and pretty short.
Disclaimer: Don't own Kodocha, only own the name of the cemetery.
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Chapter 6 - Bring Me Up
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"Today." started a reporter. They were broadcasting this report in L.A. and Tokyo, since the shooting was in L.A., after all. "Is a sad day in Tokyo, indeed. Famous child star, Kurata Sana, who was shot in Namuri Bar about a month ago, has died. When put on life support, she was sent down to visit her mother, and in her mother's arms she finally disconnected the life support. In her mother's arms, she died. Her last word was 'Mama!'."
This next part was only shown in the Tokyo area. "Her wake will be tomorrow at the Komwari theater's center stage, where she liked to train, have classes and perform. Her burial will take place the day after tomorrow, family and friends wish it to be a private ceremony."
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"Sana." Mariko started. "Just the thought of her name makes me look at her here, soul gone and only her lifeless body left. Life is gonna be short for some of us, longer for others. Unfortunately, Sana's only lasted 13 years. No one thought she would die this way. She had a short life filled with loads of success. She saw this coming. She wanted it to happen. This was her choice, and we let it happen." She lowered her head. "Now, here's her career manager, Rei." She passed the microphone to Rei, who was waiting nervously offstage, looking like he was just sobbing.
Today was Sana's wake. Many people came to see her. Almost all of Japan came. Her wake was in the Komwari theater, of course in Japan. Many people sobbed at the site of Sana's lifeless body. Especially anyone who really ever knew her. The people closest to her were asked to make a speech. First was Mariko, then Rei, then Aya, then Fuuka and then the Hayamas.
"Sana was a very nice person." sobbed Rei nervously. "She would always help out, you know? Helpful, great actress..." He became nervous. "Uh...in rememberance of Sana....I will never take my glasses off. She told me not to about 9 years ago and I promised not to. And her death will not break this promise. I will wear them to my grave!" He put his free hand into a fist and shook it tightly in the air. "Uh..." He put his free arm nervously behind his head. "Here's Aya, one of her friends." He handed the microphone to Aya.
"I've practiced my speech. I tried to remember it. But nothing can take my mind off Sana. She was a really good friend and helped out her class 2 years ago. I really miss her right now." She turned to Sana's casket. She sighed. "I really miss her. Here's Fuuka." She handed the microphone to Fuuka, who was already crying a tsunami of tears.
"Uh...uh....Yeah, Sana." She started to cry more. "I....I can't....do this....." She handed it to Natsumi Hayama.
"Sana Kurata.." she muttered. "She was such a kind and caring soul. If there was a family she didn't feel was right, she would fix it. Like our family." She motioned for Akito to come out. He hesitated for a moment and finally came out. "Aktio, would you like to speak?" she asked. He nodded and took the microphone.
"Sana was the best girl I've ever met." he said sadly. Natsumi gave a little "Ahem.." but he didn't care. "He helped my family in when it was in need, acted in so many movies and sang in many places. But it's my fault she's gone." A sleeping Tsuyoshi suddenly perked his head up. "I should've been watching around instead of looking around boredly." Tsuyoshi gave a confused look. "I didn't think this would be the way the Kurata Sana legacy would end. All in the hands of a man with a gun. And in a flash she was in the hospital, on her deathbed, just waiting for her life to leave. I thought she'd live to be older than 70, starring in movies and singing her heart out until her retirement and death. But I guess I was wrong. Her life was in my hands, and I neglected to even think about it. She touched the hearts of many with...." Natsumi took the microphone from him before he finished his sentence.
Everyone clapped, though faint and sadly, Hayama was sure that it was for his beautiful speech. Hayama shed a tear, but he smiled a little. "This will help my rememberance.." he thought. "But she will never forgive me for that kiss." He turned around and looked at Sana's lifeless body. She was wearing an outfit similar to the one she wore at the fatal singing gig. A white turtleneck with a light purple print of a maple leaf. A long white, silk skirt with a slit on the front and to the side. Her hair was up in a bun, held together with white ribbons and a pin on the top, on the pin was a beautiful crystal. He had given it to her on her 13th birthday. (A/N: I made this up for ironic purposes, none of the series went up to her 13th birthday, I think) Hayama knew that 13 was her unlucky number, and she lived in fear.
Mariko came out and hugged him. "I know it's hard." she told him quietly. "But you know what she said after she got shot." She let go of her grip on him, and he shook his head. "I don't know." he answered. "This is my destiny." Mariko said sadly. She shed a tsunami of tears while Hayama cried and sobbed quietly. Mariko then stopped and asked, "So, aren't you gonna act sarcastic or anything?" Hayama shook his head. "This isn't the time."
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"Please bring me up from misery..." Hayama asked Natsumi sadly. "Excuse me, what?" Natsumi wasn't exactly paying attention. She was sobbing like some of the others, and lulling in and out of sleep, like some of the others. "Never mind..." Hayama answered.
The Hayamas, Mariko, Rei, Aya, Fuuka and Hisae were on their way to the funeral and burial of Sana Kurata. Mariko got the chance to choose which cemetery she would finally rest in peace in, and she chose a small, no large, very large cemetery where every generation of Kurata were buried. They even had their own wall with the Kuratas, but it filled up, so they used a plot of land for them.
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"Kurata Sana." the preist started. "May you rest in peace." The workers lowered Sana's white casket into the ground. "This is the time to pay your respects and throw pictures and flowers into her grave."
Sana's funeral. It was a sad day for all her family and friends. Many people cried, sobbed, any type of cry you could imagine, it was being performed there. The person that cried the hardest was Fuuka, you know why. You might've thought Mariko cried the most, didn't you? Hayama was there, he didn't cry tsunami's or anything, just silent tears. He thought about how he could make up for Sana's last glance of him.
Disclaimer: Don't own Kodocha, only own the name of the cemetery.
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Chapter 6 - Bring Me Up
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"Today." started a reporter. They were broadcasting this report in L.A. and Tokyo, since the shooting was in L.A., after all. "Is a sad day in Tokyo, indeed. Famous child star, Kurata Sana, who was shot in Namuri Bar about a month ago, has died. When put on life support, she was sent down to visit her mother, and in her mother's arms she finally disconnected the life support. In her mother's arms, she died. Her last word was 'Mama!'."
This next part was only shown in the Tokyo area. "Her wake will be tomorrow at the Komwari theater's center stage, where she liked to train, have classes and perform. Her burial will take place the day after tomorrow, family and friends wish it to be a private ceremony."
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"Sana." Mariko started. "Just the thought of her name makes me look at her here, soul gone and only her lifeless body left. Life is gonna be short for some of us, longer for others. Unfortunately, Sana's only lasted 13 years. No one thought she would die this way. She had a short life filled with loads of success. She saw this coming. She wanted it to happen. This was her choice, and we let it happen." She lowered her head. "Now, here's her career manager, Rei." She passed the microphone to Rei, who was waiting nervously offstage, looking like he was just sobbing.
Today was Sana's wake. Many people came to see her. Almost all of Japan came. Her wake was in the Komwari theater, of course in Japan. Many people sobbed at the site of Sana's lifeless body. Especially anyone who really ever knew her. The people closest to her were asked to make a speech. First was Mariko, then Rei, then Aya, then Fuuka and then the Hayamas.
"Sana was a very nice person." sobbed Rei nervously. "She would always help out, you know? Helpful, great actress..." He became nervous. "Uh...in rememberance of Sana....I will never take my glasses off. She told me not to about 9 years ago and I promised not to. And her death will not break this promise. I will wear them to my grave!" He put his free hand into a fist and shook it tightly in the air. "Uh..." He put his free arm nervously behind his head. "Here's Aya, one of her friends." He handed the microphone to Aya.
"I've practiced my speech. I tried to remember it. But nothing can take my mind off Sana. She was a really good friend and helped out her class 2 years ago. I really miss her right now." She turned to Sana's casket. She sighed. "I really miss her. Here's Fuuka." She handed the microphone to Fuuka, who was already crying a tsunami of tears.
"Uh...uh....Yeah, Sana." She started to cry more. "I....I can't....do this....." She handed it to Natsumi Hayama.
"Sana Kurata.." she muttered. "She was such a kind and caring soul. If there was a family she didn't feel was right, she would fix it. Like our family." She motioned for Akito to come out. He hesitated for a moment and finally came out. "Aktio, would you like to speak?" she asked. He nodded and took the microphone.
"Sana was the best girl I've ever met." he said sadly. Natsumi gave a little "Ahem.." but he didn't care. "He helped my family in when it was in need, acted in so many movies and sang in many places. But it's my fault she's gone." A sleeping Tsuyoshi suddenly perked his head up. "I should've been watching around instead of looking around boredly." Tsuyoshi gave a confused look. "I didn't think this would be the way the Kurata Sana legacy would end. All in the hands of a man with a gun. And in a flash she was in the hospital, on her deathbed, just waiting for her life to leave. I thought she'd live to be older than 70, starring in movies and singing her heart out until her retirement and death. But I guess I was wrong. Her life was in my hands, and I neglected to even think about it. She touched the hearts of many with...." Natsumi took the microphone from him before he finished his sentence.
Everyone clapped, though faint and sadly, Hayama was sure that it was for his beautiful speech. Hayama shed a tear, but he smiled a little. "This will help my rememberance.." he thought. "But she will never forgive me for that kiss." He turned around and looked at Sana's lifeless body. She was wearing an outfit similar to the one she wore at the fatal singing gig. A white turtleneck with a light purple print of a maple leaf. A long white, silk skirt with a slit on the front and to the side. Her hair was up in a bun, held together with white ribbons and a pin on the top, on the pin was a beautiful crystal. He had given it to her on her 13th birthday. (A/N: I made this up for ironic purposes, none of the series went up to her 13th birthday, I think) Hayama knew that 13 was her unlucky number, and she lived in fear.
Mariko came out and hugged him. "I know it's hard." she told him quietly. "But you know what she said after she got shot." She let go of her grip on him, and he shook his head. "I don't know." he answered. "This is my destiny." Mariko said sadly. She shed a tsunami of tears while Hayama cried and sobbed quietly. Mariko then stopped and asked, "So, aren't you gonna act sarcastic or anything?" Hayama shook his head. "This isn't the time."
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"Please bring me up from misery..." Hayama asked Natsumi sadly. "Excuse me, what?" Natsumi wasn't exactly paying attention. She was sobbing like some of the others, and lulling in and out of sleep, like some of the others. "Never mind..." Hayama answered.
The Hayamas, Mariko, Rei, Aya, Fuuka and Hisae were on their way to the funeral and burial of Sana Kurata. Mariko got the chance to choose which cemetery she would finally rest in peace in, and she chose a small, no large, very large cemetery where every generation of Kurata were buried. They even had their own wall with the Kuratas, but it filled up, so they used a plot of land for them.
**********
"Kurata Sana." the preist started. "May you rest in peace." The workers lowered Sana's white casket into the ground. "This is the time to pay your respects and throw pictures and flowers into her grave."
Sana's funeral. It was a sad day for all her family and friends. Many people cried, sobbed, any type of cry you could imagine, it was being performed there. The person that cried the hardest was Fuuka, you know why. You might've thought Mariko cried the most, didn't you? Hayama was there, he didn't cry tsunami's or anything, just silent tears. He thought about how he could make up for Sana's last glance of him.