Disclaimer: I, Murr, do not own anything that has to do with Kodocha. Miho Obana would never make Aya a back stabber. I'll make it come together though. I do own morals.

A/N: Gomen for the delay, and thanks for the enthusiastic reviews. I hope you guys enjoy the story, though it's a little farfetched. But that's my type of enchilada. Ciao.

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"Sana-chan, " Fuka scolded over the phone, " You have to be more careful next time. It was sooooo embarrassin' " Sana flushed and toyed with the phone cord. Fuka-chan was right, it had been embarrassing.

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The trio charged down the accused redhead right after Sana shouted out. Akito went from the front, Sana from the back, and Fuka, well…you could hear her within a three-kilometer radius.

Immediately after impact, Sana started shouting about morals and taking what isn't yours, adding hammer whacks here and there. It was then that she realized that the 'victim' was wearing lipstick, purse, and had a…chest.

Then, blushing colors of a sunset, Sana politely bowed and apologized, while Akito dragged his girlfriend away from a furious woman with unlucky red hair.

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Bleh. Buddha have mercy.

"Hai, Gomen Nasai. I feel bad for that woman. But don't deny the fact that from behind she looks quite mannish. " Fuka refused to be baited to giggle, and curtly said her 'Ja, Sana-chan' with a strong and tempered Osaka accent.

Sana sighed and stretched out on her bed, closing the tapestries for privacy that she already had in her open and slightly lonely room. The studio was her home. Wherever Akito was, was her home; so she thought. Everyone liked her, but sometimes she would get these gut sinking feelings that she didn't belong or fit in anywhere----in the acting or real world.

It had only been five minutes after she had hung up with Fuka; sprawled across her bed with a book for school, when the phone rang again. She wasn't the least surprised that it was Akito.

"Hey, Aki!!! How are you!? Back from karate so early? " Recently, Akito's Sensai had appointed Akito as his personal apprentice, meaning Akito had harder training, and he had to teach new students. Sometimes, they would make him stay late and run belt tests.

It was really time consuming, and often depressed the genki actress because his busy schedule barely ever coincided with her own; leaving them with precious little time for dates outside of school. It's like she could say anything to Akito though, he never asked her to quit acting to be with him (well, he asked her to ditch a fair amount of times…) but they both felt it; the achy feeling of separation--- no one brought it up though.

It really wasn't late, she decided as she toyed with a lock of hair. It had to be around nine p.m.

"Akito, what are we going to do…" she searched for something to say without really saying something like, Aya's affair. Must. Word. Carefully. "…about the situation at hand? " Akito sighed on the other line and was silent.

"Err…Akito? "

"…"

"Hayama? " She tried again. Why the hell would he call her, then not talk? Hmph.

"…"

"MOU, AKI!!! " Sana burst into rage. This man really knew how to push her buttons the wrong and right way. " WHAT'S UP!?" she waited for what seemed like forever to her, but in reality was only a couple of seconds. Still there was nothing on the other end except for the faint sounds of something like a t.v. Grrr…

"Kuso shite shinezo, Akito. Speak now or forever hold your peace, because I'm hanging up. " She slowly inched her hand to the pound key…

One.

Two.

"I'm coming over. " Then there was a rude click as Akito hung up-----BEFORE HER!! Pfft! How could he…? Arrgghh…..

Sana muttered fiercely under her breath as she decided to take a quick shower before her boyfriend (who was in deep, deep, trouble, but somehow always got away with it, ) graced her with his presence.

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Akito smirked inwardly as Rei answered the Karata residence fifteen minutes after his brief phone call with Sana; seething at the sight of him.

'A new development…'

His teenage mind railed cynically. He had been thinking lately, driving Natsumi mad with his 'sudden' surge of antisocial behavior (A/N: Er…where has she been during book 1-10?)

The thing that got him the most though was when Tsuyoshi called earlier in the evening. He had growled a strait out refusal to a huffy Natsumi through a closed door.

It was then that Akito decided he had to tell him. And that Sana would not be happy, because when it came down to it, it was a situation of split loyalty.

"Bye." Akito waved 'Mr. Sunglasses' off with a touch of cockiness, making his way up the giant, lavishly carpeted staircase. The halls were white. Dead beat white, with pictures of Sana ranging ages three to seventeen completely suffocating the walls. Normally, he thought it was rather nice in an odd way, but not tonight. All of the Sanas were grinning of course, and it rather unnerved and angered him. But that wouldn't change his mind. Why should it?

So, the golden haired teen burst into his girlfriend's lucrative room with a little more gusto than necessary. Earning him three pillows to the head and a nice whump from the plastic hammer.

"AAAAKKKKKKITTTTTOOOO! Knock first, than enter!!!" Sana shouted from her defensive postion behind her four-poster bed. Her hair was damp from the shower, sticking to her face in the most attractive manner, and she was in her nightgown.

"Big deal baka, you're dressed so what matters" He scoffed and turned his head nonetheless, to hide the blush. ('Those 'pajamas' as she calls them, don't leave much to the imagination…')

As expected, he was consecutively hit on the hammer for a good minute, for his talent to talk and not talk.

"What was up with that phone call?" Sana demanded nonchalantly, staring at her nails. ('Akito beatings wear me out…')

"Erm…I have…" Nervous, not good, not good at all. He was going to back out, that's right----Akito was backing down. I mean, who would know? It's not going to hurt my pride I-----

Akito almost choked on his breath, stopping mid-mind rant. On Sana's dresser was a picture of the five friends at the annual fall carnival. Fuka was stuffing herself with cotton candy, Sana was hitting him with that damned hammer, and Tsuyoshi had his arm around Aya. He looked so happy, so

* shudder * in-love, so caught up in the moment, so---

"HE'S SUCH A MORON !!! CAN'T HE TELL SHE'S GOING BEHIND HIS BACK??!" Akito rarely ever gave outbursts, of this genre in particular, and it took him a moment to realize he had a deathly choke hold on Sana's stuffed pelican, Mr. Sake.

Blink, "Akito? Are we talking about er…the situation?" Sana snatched away Mr. Sake, hugging him to her chest.

"Sana, we have to tell him something. He needs to know." Akito said quietly, frustrated. She always acted the most childish at crucial moments.

"I don't want him to know. What about Aya?" The girl tugged at Mr. Sake's ridiculously large webbed feet.

"Think! If it was you and me, would you want to know?" The question hung there, like a sticky spider web that one could never beat off the ceiling like a broom. That cobweb always had been there for Akito and Sana, with a fat, hairy spider.

"No. No, I don't think I would." For a moment Sana was lost in the ugly bird's blank plastic eyes. She wouldn't want to know, that was for sure. Akito's comment brought a type of transcendental sadness over her.

('Why did he have to say that?')

"…Now?" She asked, tearing her gaze up to his.

"Tomorrow. We'll do it tomorrow." Akito said with finality, easing himself back onto the bed where he put his arm around his girlfriend.

I hope tomorrow never comes

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