A/N: Hey there minna-san! I'm glad y'all liked chappie 3! Here's hoping that chappie 4 will be just as great!
Ne, did I ever mention what month it was for the story? If not, I'm gonna say it now. Its around... late November, okay? Cause I want it to be Christmas soon and all. Supposedly 'Keiichi' started school late, anyway.
Well, enjoy!
P.S: There might be some similarities to the manga. Please don't flame me saying that I copied the book. Thank you.
And also, I just wanted to tell Koha-chan this: Hey! Lighten up! ::grins:: Sorry if you took it the wrong way, but I never meant to say that home-schoolers were outcasts! (in fact, I wanna be home-schooled!!) I mainly wanted to show why Sana couldn't go to school before this happened, yanno? I'm truly sorry if any offense was given when I wrote that—I didn't mean it in a bad way! Really! I'm innocent! ::cowers from angry mob of people:: Thanks for telling me anyway. =)
And also, Ami, sorry, too! Though, I hafta sincerely tell you, its really not 'gansta' talk! Its just how they like to call it. Don't forget, they're Japanese and not sure what 'gansta' talk is really like! Unless I make them… but yeah! Sorry!! Thanks for the review anyway.
I can't start this fic. Foo. Ah well, A BIG ASS THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED (even if you kinda flamed me)!!!
Oh, and A BIG ASS "GOMEN NASAI" TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED TOO! I take tooooooo looooooooong to post, don't I??? ::sighs:: I suck.
And if anyone thinks Sana's kinda too mature, well, she's 17! She can't be that hyper/dense forever, can she? Ah well.
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[Sana's P.O.V]
Whoever made the rule that schools should have weekends was a genius and I love him (or her). Today was day one for project B.A.D ('Break Akito Down') and I get to be myself to start it.
Humming to myself as I picked out a long-sleeved shirt and a skirt that reached my knees, a plot slowly formed in my mind. Once I was done putting my hair into its trademark pigtails, I skipped down the stairs and tripped. Luckily for me, Rei-kun was there to catch me.
"Morning Sana," he mumbled as he continued his way up. Shrugging, I guessed he must have talked to his girlfriend already. Grabbing a muffin when I reached the kitchen, I went to the living room and took my backpack and a nearby jacket. Greeting Mama and her teary manager, I happily went to the door.
"Be back before 9:30 at night, tops!" I exclaimed, slamming the door behind me. Remembering the way to the Hayama household, I put on my sunglasses and ran over there. Reaching my destination, I ducked behind a tree as someone walked out the door.
Apparantly, it was my target and when he got to the wall bordering his house, he slammed his left hand into it, leaving a trail of crumbling pieces of the bricks behind. Gaping (and grimacing) at his bloody hand, I watched as he bought out a handkerchief and tied it around his hand. Absolutely determined to figure and help him out now, I rushed over and fell in pace with him.
"Morning!" I smiled at him. He glanced at me and frowned. "Now, now, everything's gonna be okay from here on cause Sana's on the case!"
Silence rose as he continued walking. "Hey!" I caught up with him again. "Okay, I know you wanna apologize for slapping me, but you won't cause you don't know how, but its okay! I've already forgiven ya!"
This, appparantly, caught his attention. "Are you always such a freak?"
"What?!
"Don't tell me 'Miss Happy Go Lucky Freak' is hard of hearing."
"I heard you, I just--" I saw him smirking at me and changed my mind. Rather than play soft, I might as well go for the bigger plan. "That's it! You made me do this!" I reached into my backpack and started digging around.
"What? Are you going to sic your manager on me?"
"Wrong!" I bought out a pair of handcuffs and snapped it on his uninjured hand.
"ARE YOU F--KING CRAZY?!"
"Damn right!" I cheered, pumping my left hand up, bringing his right arm along. Instantly, he bought his hand, jerking me left. "Watch it! It hurts!"
"Get this f--king thing off!" He growled, fumbling with the lock on his handcuff.
"With this, you mean?" I smiled devilishly, taking a key outta my pocket. His wounded hand immediately shot for it, but I guess I was faster. I quickly threw it into a crowd of people and watched with the horrified, angry Akito as the key disappeared when a shaggy dog picked it up with his (or her) mouth and ran away.
"You..." he snarled, his hand buckling into a fist.
"Hurt me and you hurt yourself!" I quickly said, putting my right hand up for defense. He slowly relaxed his hand, yet his glare still fixated on me. Chuckling nervously, I asked, "So glum chum... where to?"
"Anywhere but here," he muttered, seeing as a few curious people stopped and stared. He tugged at the handcuffs and I followed.
"Are we going back to your home?"
He didn't reply, instead, he walked forward. Rolling my eyes, I followed him as he unlocked the door.
A familar feminine voice greeted us. "Akito! Didn't I tell you not to come home until after I'm asleep? I have friends over, for god's sake!"
Oh yeah. Akito's ferocious sister. Wonder what her name is. Akito, instead of replying, took me to his room and slammed his bedroom door. Akito fell face forward to his bed, in turn, making me fall face forward too--onto the floor, that is.
"Ouch!"
"Hn."
"Jerk," I muttered, sitting up as much as I could. I examined my red wrist and shoved it next to his face. "Look at this!"
"You're the genius who cuffed us together."
"Akito!" His sister knocked on the door and started banging on it before long. A few other voices giggled from behind the door too. "Open up!"
"Hn," he said into his pillow. I looked at the door and then at him. Shrugging, I stood up. Akito let out a yelp as he fell onto the floor, unfortunately, dragging me down too, ontop of him. A hot blush spread across my face when I felt him brush against my thigh.
"PERVERT!" I tried to whack him, but I ended up whacking myself.
"Akito! Who do you have in there?! Are you attacking an innocent girl?!"
"Mmpf!" His muffled reply came, as I squished his face down to the floor.
"Pervert, pervert, pervert!" I tried to smack his head again, this time succeeding.
"You're the one who dragged me outta the bed!" A gasp was heard from outside and his sister fumbled with the door's lock.
"Don't act all innocent and put the blame on me!"
"WHAT?!" His head lifted a little and his wide-eyed face stared at me. "I didn't do anything!"
"Suuuure! That's why you're the one who--"
"AKITO!" The door flung open and his sister stood there with her finger pointing at him accusingly. Her mouth (and along with the rest of the girls behind her) dropped open as her arm dropped to her side.
"KURATA SANA?!" the rest of the girls screamed.
"Geroff me!" I pushed Akito against his bed and stood up, bringing the pervert along. "Ahhh, I'm so sorry!" I bowed over.
"What are you doing here? And with my brother, no less?!" Akito's sister shrieked. I lifted my handcuffed hand and smiled sheepishly.
"Ask him."
"Stupid b--ch cuffed us," he mumbled, massaging his damaged head.
"HEY!" I whacked him in the same spot again.
"Arg, b--ch!"
"Akito! That's no way to talk to girls!" His sister walked over to where we were standing... well, where I was standing and where Akito was laying, crumbled like a paper bag.
"Get out of my room," he said to her.
"I don't have to if I don't want to."
"Ugh," he complained, standing up and straightening himself. He grabbed his sister's wrist, dragging guiltless me along, and pushed her forward. "OUT, NATSUMI!" So that was her name.
Natsumi let out a yell as she crashed into her friends. Akito launched forward and slammed the door shut. Then, he replayed his actions before, going back and plopping on his bed.
Alas, I didn't fall onto the floor, I plopped on him, instead.
"Gerrk!" He scrambled up, pushing me to the other side of the bed. He glared at me and in return, I grinned at him.
"Hahaha, you should have seen your face!"
"B--ch." He muttered, plopping back. I lurched forward, but stuck a hand out, preventing me from falling on him. He glanced at my hand and then knocked me onto the floor again.
This is going nowhere...
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Later on the afternoon while Akito was asleep and I was sitting on the floor, examing his room for the 36th time, my stomach grumbled loudly. Groaning and fighting back a blush, I looked at Akito. Reaching a few fingers over, I stopped short.
When he wasn't doing anything that involved violence or cruelty, he looked quite innocent... and cute. Making a dark look, I noted to myself, that was the perfect disguise.
Still... why does this family fight so much? And what was the hidden/main reason for their fights?
I reached over again, this time, bravery taking its toll. My fingers brushed against his bangs and slowly rested gently on one side. Yeah, he definitely looks cute.
All of the sudden, his eyes snapped open. Not knowing what to do, I froze and stared at his curious eyes. Do I speak first or does he?
"I'm hungry." Well, that cleared my question.
"Um, yeah, I'm getting kinda, um, hungry too..." I removed my fingers and slowly got up. He rubbed his eyes and stretched. It was kinda hard not to stare.
"What?" he yawned.
"What?"
Rolling his eyes, he shook his head a bit. He stood up and pushed me a bit towards the door. Grumbling on why he couldn't just say it, I grabbed my backpack and slung it over on my free shoulder.
"So, where we going?"
A shrug.
"Okay, do you ever smile, answer anyone's questions, or be nice for one day?"
A pointed stare.
"Arg, you're not making it easy!"
Another shrug.
"The more you smile, answer my questions, and be a little nice, I'll take the cuffs off."
"With what?"
"Good start, but don't answer with questions. And I've got my ways. Its my handcuffs, after all."
A grumble.
When we reached downstairs, scary sister Natsumi wasn't there to greet us. However, a note from her was .
To K. Sana:
Please tell my dumbass brother that I went out with my friends and that he better lock up. Can you also get me the autograph of your manager's girlfriend? I'm a huge fan. Domo Arigato.
-Natsumi
"Why didn't she just write to you?"
A shrug.
"Remember the handcuff deal."
A sigh. "I don't know."
"Oh."
"Hn." We got to the streets and started walking. It was a typical Winter day. Cold, but bearable.
"So, Akito..."
"Hayama."
"Whatever. Are you going anywhere for winter break?"
He snorted. "Hell no. We don't celebrate holidays."
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Because...?"
"Because my dad doesn't want to! Why do you ask so much questions?"
"Because!"
"Because...?"
"Because I wanna help out!"
"I told you to stay outta my life!"
"Who said I was gonna listen?" He looked at me and I grinned playfully at him. "Hey, I never said I was completely angelic."
A snort. Well, at least I got one answer outta him.
We reached Mickey D's, got some food, (after almost everyone in the place got my autograph), then set off to the park.
"Sorry about that," I smiled sheepishly.
"About what?"
"All that autograph signing thing..."
"Used to it. 'zumi gets hoarded all the time too."
"'zumi as in Naozumi?" I hate pretending I didn't know.
"There isn't another 'zumi, is there?"
"Well, there's this guy I know called Jarozumi… then again, you wouldn't know him, wouldja now? Nor is he famous… hey look, there's where you slapped me!" I laughed, pointing to the exact spot.
A frown. "Why... never mind."
"No, tell me, why what?" I asked, settling down on a bench.
"Never mind."
"What is it?"
"Never mind!"
"What is it?!"
"Arg! Why do you remember such stupid things?! There!"
"Ah." I bit into my cheeseburger. "I dunno... its nice to reminisce sometimes, dontcha think? And besides, that was the moment I decided to help you out! So, its half-good, half-bad."
"I should've never slapped you."
'Naw, its okay, like I said, you're forgiven!"
"Not that." He shot me a look. "If I never slapped you, you wouldn't have started bugging me."
I grinned. "Maybe fate put us as friends! So be nicer."
"Again with the 'be nice' shit."
"Hey! C'mon, is it so hard to be nice?"
"Yes."
"Akito!"
"Hayama."
"Whatever."
"Hn."
I sighed as the silence rose between us again. Well, at least there's time for me to chew my food. Akito finished first and threw his trash into the trashcan near him. I slurped up my drink and stuffed the remaining burger into my mouth, then noticed Akito was staring at me.
"Whaf?"
"Nothing..." I stared at him and he sighed for the upteenth time. "You remind me of this new guy who did the same with his burger."
I grimaced and reminded myself not to do so many of the same actions when I was being Keiichi. "Is that all?" I asked, trying to stay calm.
"What did you think it was?" Whew, at least I was safe now.
"Something bad, of course."
Roll of the eyes. "Are you done?"
"Yup." I stuffed everything together and tried to throw it in the trashcan. Course, with my hand cuffed to Akito, it went the other way and onto Akito's lap. He let out a grumble and threw the crumbled ball into the trash for me. "Domo."
"Hn."
"Well, Aki-kun--"
"Akito," he said absent-mindedly.
"Okay, Akito."
"No, wait! I meant Hayama!"
"Too late. Anyway, thanks, I had fun... well, not really, but... whatever." I pulled his cuffed wrist towards me and shook it a bit. Then I clicked the lock together and it popped open.
"WHAT?!"
"What?" I asked, busily trying to take it off me.
"I WAS STUCK TO YOU FOR SO LONG AND ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS THAT?!"
"Duh." I stuck the cuffs in my pocket and prepared to run before he could beat me into a bloody pulp. Turning around, I saw him still horror-struck. Giving him a feeble grin, I chuckled nervously. Covering his eyes and closing them in frustration, he groaned a few times. "Oh come on Akito! It wasn't that bad! It was kinda fun!"
His eyes opened and he removed his hand. "Huh. I see what this is now."
"You… do?" I asked, cocking my head to a side, oblivious to what he was saying.
"Suuure, you cuffed us together so you can be next to me. Jeez, who knew I'd attract someone I hate so much?"
"WHAAAT?!" I stood up and my hands buckled into fists. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?! WHO WOULD BE--"
There comes his smirk again. "Aren't you gullible?"
"HEY!" Another smirk. "Smirk at me again and I'll wipe that bloody damn smirk off your freaking face!" I growled, bringing out my mallet.
"Gee, I'm scared," he rolled his eyes.
"You should be!" I started whacking him and he got off his seat, with a few yelps. Minutes later he grabbed the mallet from me and threw it into a pond. "Lucky I keep spares!" I bought out more from my backpack and ran after him with it. Sadly, before we could get anywhere, I tripped, bringing him down too…
along with his pants.
"BI—H!!"
"It's not my fault!" I cried, covering my eyes quickly. Sadly, I already caught a glimpse of his white boxers. I received a hit on the head with my own mallet. "HEY!" I popped my eyes open and found him looking dangerously scary with my mallet in his hands. I squeaked and scrambled up. Taking yet another mallet from my backpack, I somewhat went into a battle stance. "And now, the battle of mallets will begin with Akito in the left corner and Sana in the right!"
Rolling his eyes, he threw the toy a few feet away from him and walked away.
"Hey! Come back, you!" I ran after him. Damn my legs. No escaping now. I sighed pitifully in my head. Sticking a cheerful smile on my face, I opened my mouth again. "Yanno, its so nice to make a new friend! And I seriously think we'll be great buddies!" I nudged his shoulder with mine, making him groan. "So come on, be a pal, and tell good ol' Sana whacha want and she'll pull some strings for you!"
"What I want?" At least he finally said something after a while.
Rolling my eyes, I nodded happily. "Anything you want!"
"Okay… then…"
"Then…??"
"Kill me."
"WHAT?!" I swear my voice rang through the neighborhood.
"Kill me."
"COUNT ME FREAKING OUT! NO WAY WOULD I DO THAT! KILL YOURSELF!"
"Tch. Suicide no good."
"ARE YOU KIDDING…????"
"Do it."
"Arrrrg!" I clutched his shoulders and shook him—hard. "You're giving me a headache!"
He released himself from my grip and reached near his ankle and took out a pocketknife. I gaped at him as he slide off the cover and handed it to me. "Do it," he repeated.
"NO! Why do you want to--"
"This world sucks. I hate everything, especially my own life. Do me a favor and end this pathetic life of mine already."
"When I said 'anything', it didn't mean THIS!"
"Why do you even try to help me?"
"What?" My anger paused as I blinked at his question. Why did I? Why did this particular suicidal rebel attract me to the point where I felt the need to help him? Why didn't I help someone else, someone who's willing to be helped?"
"We're too different. We can't communicate without any insults or attacks. And its frustrating us both. What do you want anyway? A nobel prize for helping me? Do you honestly think after you befriend me, you'll make my life worth something? Don't even try to make me act like you. If you're happy, great, but stop interferring in my life! You know f—king sh-t about me!"
I stiffened as a few tears leaked out. "You're right. I don't know much about you. That's why I was willing to learn and help. Why you, you ask?" I lowered my head and whispered, "you're the first I've met that had such a messed-up life." I looked up again and glared. "Whatever. You don't want my help? That's fine with me—not like I don't have better things to do anyway! Go to hell, jerk!" Running out the park, a million questions clouded my brain. Why did his words hurt so much?
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A/N: How was that? Was it worthy enough to forgive me, just a teensy little bit?
Hope you liked it… do R/R please!!! I need the support… I have VERY LOW self-esteem, even though flames ARE welcomed….
I'm just weird that way.
Well, ja ne, minna-san!