A/N: This is the last chapter *finally*! Summary: People try to recover
from pain that was caused by Sana's death. This one might be the longest. ;-
)
I don't own any of the characters used in this story.
********** Chapter 7 - Scarred
Hayama looked down on his sheet of paper. He was ordered to memorize the song on it and recite it for the Komawari theater's directors. He wanted to sign up for the theater, in loving memory of Sana.
They (Akito, Mr. Hayama and Natsumi) passed the Kurata mansion. Miss Kurata was in the front, putting up a sign that said "FOR SALE" in the front. "Dad?" Natsumi asked. "Can we pull over and ask why their mansion is for sale?" "Sure, Natsumi." He pulled over and Natsumi and Hayama got out. "Excuse me, Miss Kurata?" Mariko looked up at them. "Oh, Natsumi, Akito, yes?" "Why is your house for sale?" "Well," Mariko answered, "Sana's acting profits helped us keep this house. I can't live...I mean we can't live," Rei walked out of the house, hauling out boxes and bags. "Here much longer, so we moved out now to avoid our last mortgage payment." Hayama quietly sniggered, and Natsumi nudged him, muttering, "Shut up, Akito."
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"Now, class," Mrs. Mitsuya started sadly (she got married). Their school was also a junior high, and the same teachers in all the classes. "As you all know, our class, or all of Japan, has lost someone special. You all know who it is?" Everyone nodded. "Anyone can name her?" Fuuka raised her hand shakily. "S..s..Sana...?" she trembled. Mrs. Mitsuya nodded sadly. "Now, there will be a special rememberance assembly for her in the auditorium after lunch." Everyone nodded.
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"Now, Akito," Mr. Hayama asked his son, "Are you sure you want to go through this?" Hayama nodded. "It's for Sana." he answered. Mr. Hayama nodded. "We're here."
Hayama looked down on his paper with the lyrics he had to sing. It was a song very similar to the one that Sana sung at the Namuri Bar when she was shot. He tried to memorize it. And memorize it. But the song didn't stick. Evertime he read it, he thought about Sana's shimmering face, singing with a beautiful voice, before a gunshot rang through the bar. He shook his head and closed his eyes. "Sana..." he thought. "I miss you." He ran out of the theater halfway through his act.
"No, I'm sorry...Sana, but I can't go through this....." he started to wipe tears from his face. He then stopped. In front of him, was a glowing, golden ghost. The ghost of Sana Kurata. Hayama started to sob and ran into thte ghost's open arms. To his surprise, it held him tightly and he didn't go through it. "I miss you, Hayama..." Sana's voice rang. He looked around to see if anyone else had noticed he was hugging a golden mist that was shaped like the theater's late star. To his surprise, everyone was just going about their daily business, watching performers, cleaning the theater, yada..yada..yada...
"No one can hear us." Sana explained. "But I'm not only in your mind." Hayama looked up at Sana. She smiled and disappeared into a golden mist. "SANA!!! NO!!!!" he tried to grab the mist but there was nothing. He pictured Sana's smiling face. "I'm always gonna be with you." he heard Sana's voice ring. He smiled softly, kneeled on the ground and closed his eyes. "I know you are." he said quietly. He cried silent tears.
"Aktio...?" He opened his eyes and saw a confused-yet-excited Natsumi. Hayama sniggered softly and asked, "Why are you so excited?" "First answer me. Why are you kneeling and crying silently on the floor?" Hayama answered, "I saw Sana. She was shrouded in a golden mist." Natsumi laughed nervously, maybe it's because she thought he was psycho. "Now, why are you so excited?" he asked. "I made it into Komawari!" she exclaimed happily. Hayama laughed loudly, probably because he thought she was lying. "Your sister made it, Akito, don't laugh." a man's hoarse voice warned. Hayama looked up to see his father, with a too-weird-to-describe face on.
"Dad," Hayama asked. "Yes?" "I saw Sana. She was a golden ghost, surrounded by mist." He fell into his father's arms. "I miss her, father. I feel weak..." "Akito! AKTIO!?" Hayama had collapsed in his father's arms. Mr. Hayama looked at Natsumi with a confused face, Natsumi had one on, too. "Someone! Call an ambulance!" Mr. Hayama called. "My son is unconsious!"
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"Let us all lower our heads in rememberance of.." the principal started sadly, "Sana Kurata." All the people in the auditorium lowered their heads sadly. "She was a great student." the principal said. "She helped her sixth grade break free of bullies and let the entire class learn in peace." He lifted his head. "Anyone else has something to add?"
A door in the back of the auditorium opened. A woman ran hurriedly over to the principal and whispered something in his ear, causing his frown to go even lower. "I'm sorry to report," he started, "That another of ours has passed away." Chatter broke out in the auditorium. "Who is it?" "They can't be here right now.." "I hope I know them." "Oh, so sad!"
"SILENCE!" the principal shouted. In an instant, all the students became quiet. "The student is Sana's close friend, Akito Hayama. He colapsed in his father's arms after...uh...'seeing Sana's golden ghost shrouded in mist'." Laughing rang through the large auditorium. "We must respect his memory!" the principal shouted. Like before, there was an erie silence.
"I am sad to say this, indeed. Does anyone have anything that was good that they did?" Tsuyoshi's hand shot up into the air. "Yes?" "Whenever I went berserk in class," Tsuyoshi started, "He karate choped my head to calm me down." Quiet sniggering ran through the auditorium. "Do not laugh! That is a great memory..anyone else?" No one else put their hand up. After a while, Aono raised her hand. "She gave me her autograph!" she exclaimed. "No one else?" the principal asked nervously. "Okay, then...you may all resume classes." Chatter rang through the auditorium. The principal walked quietly offstage, muttering, "Dangit, my school is a deathtrap."
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"Why didn't you say something, Fuuka?" Aya asked. They were on their way back to their classes. "Oh yeah, I'd say, 'She made me cry so hard that I had to have my eyes checked'?!" "You did?" asked Hisae. Since the Hayamas moved back to Japan, she wanted, and had to, come with them. Fuuka sighed impatiently. "C'mon, here's our class." "Why wasn't Hayama in school today?" Aya asked Hisae. "He and Natsumi had Komawari auditions. They were going to audition 'for Sana'." "You make that seem like a bad thing." Fuuka said coldly and sadly.
"Now, class," started Mrs. Mitsuya. "Because of the recent deaths of our classmates Sana and Akito...Hayama, I ask you to send your condolences to them. Now," Hisae's hand shot in the air. "Will we have to make cards?" she asked. Mrs. Mitsuya nodded with a small smirk on her face, for who knows why. She motioned for Tsuyoshi to come up and hand out papers.
"What are you gonna write for Sana's?" Aya asked Hisae. "'I send my condolences. I'm very sorry that Sana died.' Then I'll sign it, 'I'm sorry, Hisae'." "What are you gonna write for Hayama's?" "The same." "What?!" asked Fuuka confeusedly. "It's for Hayama, not Sana, unless you pretend that you don't know the Kurata's adress and send it to them so they could send it to Miss. Kurata. But then you still won't have one for Hayama...." Fuuka's voice trailed off.
An hour later..... "Everyone finished?" Mrs. Mitsuya asked, filing through a stack of colorful cards. Grunts answered her. "Hmph. Fine."
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"Daddy, is Akito gonna be alright?" Natsumi asked her father as he came out of Hayama's hospital room with a sad look on his face. "Aktio collapsed. He's dead, Natsumi." Natsumi cried and cried. "Just....when.....we.....connected....he had to die..." she sobbed. She cried in her father's arms, muttering things that weren't understandable. (A/N: I dunno if there's such a word) "I'm gonna miss him, daddy." she sobbed. "Mama gave her life for him to live...and now he can't live." She cried even more. "I know, baby, I know..." Mr. Hayama assured Natsumi, patting her softly on the back. "But Akito's happy now. He's with Sana, and he loves her." "More than us..?" "Maybe..."
Soon, Natsumi and Mr. Hayama were on their way to drop Natsumi off for whatever she had left of school. "Daddy?" Natsumi asked, her face glowing with tears. "Yes?" "Can I quit Komawari?" Hr. Hayama looked down. He then looked back up. "Of course you can, sweetie. We'll just drop by there after school." They pulled up near the school and found that people were already heading home. "Well, I think we'll just swing over there right now.." Mr. Hayama said.
"Daddy, I've been thinking." Natsumi started, "The last thing I said to Akito was sorta not good for his memory of me. You know, 'I made it into Komawari'?" "Maybe Akito was happy for you. I don't think it would be nice for you to quit." Natsumi lowered her head. She then lifted it again and agreed. "I think it would be the best thing for all of us." Mr. Hayama said. Natsumi cried. "I love you, daddy."
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A/N: This one was sad, was it not? Pleae R/R! *Yeah! Finally finished!*
I don't own any of the characters used in this story.
********** Chapter 7 - Scarred
Hayama looked down on his sheet of paper. He was ordered to memorize the song on it and recite it for the Komawari theater's directors. He wanted to sign up for the theater, in loving memory of Sana.
They (Akito, Mr. Hayama and Natsumi) passed the Kurata mansion. Miss Kurata was in the front, putting up a sign that said "FOR SALE" in the front. "Dad?" Natsumi asked. "Can we pull over and ask why their mansion is for sale?" "Sure, Natsumi." He pulled over and Natsumi and Hayama got out. "Excuse me, Miss Kurata?" Mariko looked up at them. "Oh, Natsumi, Akito, yes?" "Why is your house for sale?" "Well," Mariko answered, "Sana's acting profits helped us keep this house. I can't live...I mean we can't live," Rei walked out of the house, hauling out boxes and bags. "Here much longer, so we moved out now to avoid our last mortgage payment." Hayama quietly sniggered, and Natsumi nudged him, muttering, "Shut up, Akito."
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"Now, class," Mrs. Mitsuya started sadly (she got married). Their school was also a junior high, and the same teachers in all the classes. "As you all know, our class, or all of Japan, has lost someone special. You all know who it is?" Everyone nodded. "Anyone can name her?" Fuuka raised her hand shakily. "S..s..Sana...?" she trembled. Mrs. Mitsuya nodded sadly. "Now, there will be a special rememberance assembly for her in the auditorium after lunch." Everyone nodded.
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"Now, Akito," Mr. Hayama asked his son, "Are you sure you want to go through this?" Hayama nodded. "It's for Sana." he answered. Mr. Hayama nodded. "We're here."
Hayama looked down on his paper with the lyrics he had to sing. It was a song very similar to the one that Sana sung at the Namuri Bar when she was shot. He tried to memorize it. And memorize it. But the song didn't stick. Evertime he read it, he thought about Sana's shimmering face, singing with a beautiful voice, before a gunshot rang through the bar. He shook his head and closed his eyes. "Sana..." he thought. "I miss you." He ran out of the theater halfway through his act.
"No, I'm sorry...Sana, but I can't go through this....." he started to wipe tears from his face. He then stopped. In front of him, was a glowing, golden ghost. The ghost of Sana Kurata. Hayama started to sob and ran into thte ghost's open arms. To his surprise, it held him tightly and he didn't go through it. "I miss you, Hayama..." Sana's voice rang. He looked around to see if anyone else had noticed he was hugging a golden mist that was shaped like the theater's late star. To his surprise, everyone was just going about their daily business, watching performers, cleaning the theater, yada..yada..yada...
"No one can hear us." Sana explained. "But I'm not only in your mind." Hayama looked up at Sana. She smiled and disappeared into a golden mist. "SANA!!! NO!!!!" he tried to grab the mist but there was nothing. He pictured Sana's smiling face. "I'm always gonna be with you." he heard Sana's voice ring. He smiled softly, kneeled on the ground and closed his eyes. "I know you are." he said quietly. He cried silent tears.
"Aktio...?" He opened his eyes and saw a confused-yet-excited Natsumi. Hayama sniggered softly and asked, "Why are you so excited?" "First answer me. Why are you kneeling and crying silently on the floor?" Hayama answered, "I saw Sana. She was shrouded in a golden mist." Natsumi laughed nervously, maybe it's because she thought he was psycho. "Now, why are you so excited?" he asked. "I made it into Komawari!" she exclaimed happily. Hayama laughed loudly, probably because he thought she was lying. "Your sister made it, Akito, don't laugh." a man's hoarse voice warned. Hayama looked up to see his father, with a too-weird-to-describe face on.
"Dad," Hayama asked. "Yes?" "I saw Sana. She was a golden ghost, surrounded by mist." He fell into his father's arms. "I miss her, father. I feel weak..." "Akito! AKTIO!?" Hayama had collapsed in his father's arms. Mr. Hayama looked at Natsumi with a confused face, Natsumi had one on, too. "Someone! Call an ambulance!" Mr. Hayama called. "My son is unconsious!"
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"Let us all lower our heads in rememberance of.." the principal started sadly, "Sana Kurata." All the people in the auditorium lowered their heads sadly. "She was a great student." the principal said. "She helped her sixth grade break free of bullies and let the entire class learn in peace." He lifted his head. "Anyone else has something to add?"
A door in the back of the auditorium opened. A woman ran hurriedly over to the principal and whispered something in his ear, causing his frown to go even lower. "I'm sorry to report," he started, "That another of ours has passed away." Chatter broke out in the auditorium. "Who is it?" "They can't be here right now.." "I hope I know them." "Oh, so sad!"
"SILENCE!" the principal shouted. In an instant, all the students became quiet. "The student is Sana's close friend, Akito Hayama. He colapsed in his father's arms after...uh...'seeing Sana's golden ghost shrouded in mist'." Laughing rang through the large auditorium. "We must respect his memory!" the principal shouted. Like before, there was an erie silence.
"I am sad to say this, indeed. Does anyone have anything that was good that they did?" Tsuyoshi's hand shot up into the air. "Yes?" "Whenever I went berserk in class," Tsuyoshi started, "He karate choped my head to calm me down." Quiet sniggering ran through the auditorium. "Do not laugh! That is a great memory..anyone else?" No one else put their hand up. After a while, Aono raised her hand. "She gave me her autograph!" she exclaimed. "No one else?" the principal asked nervously. "Okay, then...you may all resume classes." Chatter rang through the auditorium. The principal walked quietly offstage, muttering, "Dangit, my school is a deathtrap."
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"Why didn't you say something, Fuuka?" Aya asked. They were on their way back to their classes. "Oh yeah, I'd say, 'She made me cry so hard that I had to have my eyes checked'?!" "You did?" asked Hisae. Since the Hayamas moved back to Japan, she wanted, and had to, come with them. Fuuka sighed impatiently. "C'mon, here's our class." "Why wasn't Hayama in school today?" Aya asked Hisae. "He and Natsumi had Komawari auditions. They were going to audition 'for Sana'." "You make that seem like a bad thing." Fuuka said coldly and sadly.
"Now, class," started Mrs. Mitsuya. "Because of the recent deaths of our classmates Sana and Akito...Hayama, I ask you to send your condolences to them. Now," Hisae's hand shot in the air. "Will we have to make cards?" she asked. Mrs. Mitsuya nodded with a small smirk on her face, for who knows why. She motioned for Tsuyoshi to come up and hand out papers.
"What are you gonna write for Sana's?" Aya asked Hisae. "'I send my condolences. I'm very sorry that Sana died.' Then I'll sign it, 'I'm sorry, Hisae'." "What are you gonna write for Hayama's?" "The same." "What?!" asked Fuuka confeusedly. "It's for Hayama, not Sana, unless you pretend that you don't know the Kurata's adress and send it to them so they could send it to Miss. Kurata. But then you still won't have one for Hayama...." Fuuka's voice trailed off.
An hour later..... "Everyone finished?" Mrs. Mitsuya asked, filing through a stack of colorful cards. Grunts answered her. "Hmph. Fine."
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"Daddy, is Akito gonna be alright?" Natsumi asked her father as he came out of Hayama's hospital room with a sad look on his face. "Aktio collapsed. He's dead, Natsumi." Natsumi cried and cried. "Just....when.....we.....connected....he had to die..." she sobbed. She cried in her father's arms, muttering things that weren't understandable. (A/N: I dunno if there's such a word) "I'm gonna miss him, daddy." she sobbed. "Mama gave her life for him to live...and now he can't live." She cried even more. "I know, baby, I know..." Mr. Hayama assured Natsumi, patting her softly on the back. "But Akito's happy now. He's with Sana, and he loves her." "More than us..?" "Maybe..."
Soon, Natsumi and Mr. Hayama were on their way to drop Natsumi off for whatever she had left of school. "Daddy?" Natsumi asked, her face glowing with tears. "Yes?" "Can I quit Komawari?" Hr. Hayama looked down. He then looked back up. "Of course you can, sweetie. We'll just drop by there after school." They pulled up near the school and found that people were already heading home. "Well, I think we'll just swing over there right now.." Mr. Hayama said.
"Daddy, I've been thinking." Natsumi started, "The last thing I said to Akito was sorta not good for his memory of me. You know, 'I made it into Komawari'?" "Maybe Akito was happy for you. I don't think it would be nice for you to quit." Natsumi lowered her head. She then lifted it again and agreed. "I think it would be the best thing for all of us." Mr. Hayama said. Natsumi cried. "I love you, daddy."
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A/N: This one was sad, was it not? Pleae R/R! *Yeah! Finally finished!*