A/N: Yeah! Here's chapter two! Um...that's all I can say...I'm usually very talkative in author notes...but not so the case now, is it?
Disclaimer: Don't own Kodomo no Omocha/Kodocha. There. Simple.
Note: Fuyuki is called Fuyuki because she was born in December, winter, and in Japanese, winter is fuyu. I named her that because Akito is Akito because he was born in October and Aki is fall, and Sana was born in March and san is 3, and March is the third month, so Sa is the 1st part of her name, and na because the seventh is nana. Umm...was that too confusing? Sorry! Just a little name note...

Forgiveness, Chapter 2

(Akito's POV)

The sun is streaming through my window, lifting my eyelids open, though sleep is really what I want. There's a woman's sleek arm slung around my chest, and a light breathing on my back. I get up slowly, my naked chest exposed to the glaring sun, not wanting to wake the sleeping Fuyuki.
I have to admit...last night, while lovemaking, each and every time I opened my eyes, I didn't see Fuyuki under me bursting in euphoria, but Sana...her hair tousled and wild, her mouth parted....sweat on her forehead...when I came the name I almost said was Sana. But I stopped myself in time...I can't have fantasies about a woman I can't have anymore...
I get up, pull on my boxers and make my way to the bathroom. Everything I see reminds me of Sana. Toothbrush--once, Sana left her toothbrush at my house and it took her a week to come and pick it up...a razor--one time I asked Sana to shave my goatee because she said she didn't like it. I got like a week's worth of cuts. towel--every time Sana took a shower, she used the same pink towel, and I loved that towel...it always smelled like Sana...
I shake my head, scattering my thoughts of her. She has someone else now. And you do too. GET OVER IT. No matter how many times I tell myself this, though, I just can't get over her....I never will...
After I brush my teeth, Fuyuki wakes up and steps into the shower.
"I have a catwalk session the whole day, love," She says. "So you're free to do whatever you want..."
Whatever I want...
"Thanks, Fuyuki, I'll make use of my time."

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(Sana's POV)

I've been up since 5, getting ready for my interview with Cawaii! Magazine (there really is a magazine like that in Japan. Believe me. I've lived there for 4 years.) Naozumi is stilll sleeping, his blue hair strewn over the satin pillow. Last night, I stayed as far away from him as possible. I didn't want to touch him...every time I do I get a flashback of Akito...
Suddenly, I hear a yawn directly behind me. I turn around and there's Naozumi, lifting his arms to put around my neck...
Flashback one--The dinosaur...that toy dinosuar that I gave Akito...the day he kissed me for the 2nd time...
"Hey, Sana, up already?" He takes his arms off my neck.
"Y-Yeah...I have an interview...but after that I'm free..." I say, distracted.
"Oh, ok. I have a big...er...thing to do at the catwalk session today. You know, directing the girls....*chuckle* Wish you were in it." He touches my shoulder.
Flashback two--That day we almost had "it" at the age of 13...oh yeah, I remember that...when he was moving...
I shake my head. "Uh, ok. Well, it's seven, I gotta go," I pick up my bag and am out of the room as quick as you could say catwalk. I know Naozumi is confused. But I don't care. If he touches me one more time, I'm gonna burst...
I make my way out of the mansion and into the limo with Rei, and I'm on my way to Cawaii! building, thinking about the interview, and surprisingly, nothing--and no one--else.

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(Akito's POV)

I can call her cell phone...I HAVE HER NUMBER...I CAN DO IT!!
"Or not," I mumble to myself. I'm at a payphone in the busy streets of Shibuya, gathering up my courage to call Sana.
Her card is in my hand, the one she gave me 4 years ago. I hope she still has the same cell phone...
"Okay, I'm doing it," I tell myself loudly; the people around me stare. I dont' care. I pick up the phone, put in 100 yen (about a dollar) and dial her number.
Riiiing....riiing...
"Hello, Sana Kurata speaking."
Oh God...my heart is beating as fast as a bullet train.
"Hello?"
I can hear Sana freeze on the other line.
"A...Akito...?"
Then I can hear her car screeching to a halt. "IS THAT HAYAMA?!?!" I can hear Sunglasses' voice. "PUT THE DAMN PHONE DOWN, SANA!"
"No!" Sana yells. "I need to talk to him, Rei...I want to talk to him...I don't have to be at the studio till 9...it's only 8. Let me be, Rei...I'm a woman now..."
I can tell he's frowning. But it's too late.
"Um...Akito! I...haven't heard from you for....for 4 years..."
There's a bit of coollness in her voice and I can tell she's as nervous as hell, too.
I twirl the phone cord with my finger.
"Yeah....um...can we talk?" I say, closing my eyes and praying for a yes answer.
"Um...sure! Listen...I have an interview...it ends at about 11....are you free today? Because after that I have nothing..."
I nod, then remember she can't hear me. "Yeah, I'm free....so...how about 12? At Starbucks...the one at the corner of Shibuya 109...?"
I can hear Sana yelling at Rei that she can do whatever she wants outside of work if she disguises herself.
How can she disguise herself...? I wonder. O well....
"Yeah, I can....I don't care what Rei says....you know what a crappy manager he is..." I can almost imagine her smiling. "So, 12?"
"Mmm-hmmm..."
"Alright, Bye, Aki--Akito."
She almost called me Aki...
"Yeah, Bye."
I hung up the phone and checked my watch. 9:30. Two hours and a half more...dammit...what the hell am I gonna do with this damn free time?!?!

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(Sana's POV)

Oh my God. Akito Hayama just called me. The man that left me 4 years ago, that I love and hate at the same time...I never imagined that I'd want to see his vile face again....and now, I'm meeting him after my interview at 12 o'clock at the Starbucks in Shibuya. Disguised.
How did I drag myself into this?
Rei is furious, as usual, I mean, he acts like my dad more than my manager. As of the moment he's rambling oooon and ooon and ooon and ooon and oon AND OOON about how Akito is a nothing man and he dumped me and so why am I going to meet the man that left me and broke my heart and tore up my apartment and left me in financial debt 4 years ago?
"Because," I say simply, "I love him."
"But why?!?" Rei cries in despair, narrowly missing the curb. "Why do you love that guy who you say over and over again is a loser and that you will never want to see him ever again as long as you live!?!?"
"I can change my mind, can't I?"
Rei sighs. "Sana...I know you're a young woman now-" I grunted. "Okay, I know you're a woman now--a beautiful, talented, woman who happens to be an aspiring actress, but can't you stay with Naozumi? It could help your career, you know...and everybody's assuming it already, so make the rumors truer than true, Sana..."
I snapped then. "Look, Rei, why can't you let me make my own decisions for once and let me love who I wanna love? Stop thinking about my career and start thinking about me, Rei, stop being the manager of my life and start being the manager of my career, which is so totally different from my life!"
Rei looked hurt. Then he sighed, even louder than the last. "Alright...Sana...I'm sorry....just make sure you have a good disguise when you go out...I may be your manager...but I love you...uh...in a related-sort-of-way..."
I laughed. "Yeah, I know..."

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(Naozumi's POV)

Here at the catwalk it's great...I can forget everything...I can forget how cold Sana's been to me lately...I can forget about what an ass Akito is...I can just focus on the women comin' down the walk in the pieces of string they call clothes.
Woman after woman after woman comes down, auditioning themselves off, but no one comes close to how sexy and voluptous Sana is. Then, suddenly, there's one more.
Her hair is a deep set brown, natural color, thick and long. Her eyes are an icy defined green, her lips, crimson red, her body...looks like it was sculpted by Michaelangelo from pure marble. The thing she's wearing fits her body well--a cropped velour halter top, in crimson, and a forest green sarong over a red satin thong....mmm, I can definatley forget about Sana if I'm looking at her...
She looks back at me, an interested look on her face. Her well-plucked eyebrows are raised, her tongue runs over her lips. She steps down from the walk and walks over to me.
"So, you're Kamura Naozumi..." She smiles seductively.
"Yes, I am," I say, an edge to my voice. "And you are...?"
She flips her hair back. "Fuyuki Takamito. Super-super-model."
I lower my eyelids. "I can see that..."
Forget Sana, I think. She seems to hate me nowadays...but here's someone who can lay me like paper...
Fuyuki seems to be thinking the same thing...if she has a boyfriend, anyway....but I could care less.

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A/N: OoOoOoOoOoO!!! Things are heating up! The broken hearted ones are meeting over coffee, HOPEFULLY to discuss their predicament, and the distracments (Fuyuki and Naozumi) are fallin' in lust....well...tune in!