A/N: Hey, everyone! I'm on a Kodocha streak! This is my 3rd fic! Oh yeah! This is kinda sad, but don't worry, I won't leave you crying at the end...Well...read on...r and r, everyone!!!
Disclaimer: I own not the manga works of Miho Obana, so I don't own Kodomo no Omocha/Kodocha or Andante...or anything else she wrote...heh...
Forgiveness
"Sana..."
A woman's face illuminated the television set in front of my face.
Her hair, auburn brown, with subtle highlights. Her eyes, childish, playful,
seductive, cute, nondescript brown. And her smile, luminous, wonderful,
capitivating...if only I'd realized all this out of her features back then...when
I had a chance...
Then, next to her, there was a man....one with bluish-purplish hair...swept
with bangs, like mine...tall, popular, handsome...his hand interlocked
with Sana's...how could I? Why did I leave her in the first place?
My girlfriend, Fuyuki, walked into the room holding a bottle of wine.
"Hey, Aki," She smiled. Her button-down shirt was open, exposing half
of her bosom. The red wine in the bottle slushed over the top, staining
the white carpet. "What's on TV?"
"Nothing..." I said. I turned it off.
An angel, I should have said, an angel that I was so stupid
and lazy enough to abandon 4 years ago when she needed me most...an angel...an
angel that's Naozumi's now...
This time, the tabloids are true. That's why after I left
Sana I chose to forget about her. That night...that cold...and fateful...night...
4 years ago>>>>>
(3rd person POV)
"Okay, Sana, don't pull your false shit on me this time! This newspaper
don't print lazy fool tabloids! What the hell is this?!?!?"
Akito thrust The Daily Yomimuri into Sana's face, a dirty and
shameful headline on the front page: SANA AND NAOZUMI SPOTTED TOGETHER!
Sana huddled in the corner of the sofa. "Erm...it just said we were
together, Akito..." Tears were welling up in her eyes but Akito was too
riled up to notice.
"Together holding hands and kissing," Akito snarled. "Why don't you
read the paragraph?" He handed the newspaper to Sana. As her small hand
reached out for it, Akito pulled it back harshly. "Oh no, I'm sorry, you
know what happened. You were there."
Sana burst into tears. "I-I'm sorry, Akito! I-I was...I was d-d-drunk...I--"
"Sana, I know you too well that you don't drink more than a bottle
of wine and you don't drink beer or whiskey or any of that crap," Akito
said coldly. "You weren't drunk. You just made a--a decision, that's all."
Akito picked up his duffel bag. "So I guess you've made your choice, Sana....'bye...I'll
call you...have a nice life with Naozumi..."
Sana got up from the couch and pulled Akito's shirt back. "No, Akito!
You don't understand! I don't want Naozumi--"
Akito slapped Sana's hand off his shirt and looked at the girl the
way he'd looked at her in the beggining of 6th grade. Then he opened the
door, threw his spare key at Sana, and closed the door on the sobbing young
woman.
>>>>>
I buried my face in my hands.
I was so cold, so stupid, so mean, he thought. But what can
I do now...?
Fuyuki made her way to the bed. "Sad, sugar?"
Fuyuki was 22 and a supermodel. She was beautiful and vain....the only
two words that could describe her. Her eyes were icy and green, her hair,
super thick and jet black, and her body...like a Barbie's.
"Um..." I sighed. I couldn't tell Fuyuki that I loved someone else.
Sana probably didn't want me back, anyway. She's probably drillin' away
at Naozumi. Forgotten me, probably...
A tear trickled down my cheek. Fuyuki licked it away, her tongue rough
and cold.
"Let's make it all better," She cooed. She started unbuttoning my shirt.
>>>>>
(Sana's POV)
"Aah, Naozumi, you really don't have to help me memorize my lines or
anything, I've got Rei..." I said, holding my hands up. I smiled. "You
don't have too..."
"Oh, but Sana," Naozumi smiled. His eyes creased up in the corner when
he smiled, it was so annoying, but I never admittied it. His eyes were
too girlish...sometimes I think Naozumi should be a transvestite instead
of a popular young actor...It'd suit him better. "I want to. I want you
to do your best...not like that ass, Akito...I can't believe he left you!"
I lowered my eyes to the vinyl covering on the sofa. Naozumi....you
can't believe he left me because you can't believe you finally have me
all to yourself now...but it's not what I want...I forgive you, Akito...wherever
you are...
"Yeah...I know! He was so cold. I hate him..." I said, recovering quickly.
"Alright, Naozumi, if you want to help me with my lines....here's the script."
Naozumi picked up the script and opened it to Scene 32. "Here we go.
It's the scene were Karui, you, tells Goma, me, that you want him back
and you forgive him."
How appropriate, I thought. "Okay, you start..."
N: Karui...I never wanted to leave you...
S: I understand, Goma.
N: (shocked) Do you?
S: Yes, Goma. It was my mistake...I shouldn't have done what I did...(fake
tear) My only hope is that you take me back and forgive me. It's not my
part of forgiving you...but...I can't be...sorry enough...
There are real tears trickling down my face now, in tiny rivers.
I can't stop them. This scene is too real, too vague...
Naozumi puts down the script. "Sana, are you alright?"
I nod. "Umm-hmm...yes, Nao....just...tired..." I turn my back on him
and run into the bathroom. He looks after me with a distant gaze.
Akito...I sob. Where are you? I need to talk to you...
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A/N: Hehe! Dont' worry! After I post this I'll go on the the second
chap. Iight, ja, everyone!
