I can't hold on to you, even if I want to

Author's Note: I've only read the 4th book for Kodocha, and only know briefly about what happens at the end, so if I change anything, please bear with me. This is my first fanfic, so please bear with me here again. Anyways, it's going to be a S&A fic, so please R&R so I can make improvements later!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kodocha or any of the extra characters mentioned.

Chapter 1

Sana woke up to a bright morning, not knowing what it would bring later.

At school

"Sana!" called out Aya.

"Hi! Am I late?" Sana asked checking her watch.

"You put your watch on upside down," said a familiar voice from behind Sana.

"Really?!?" asked Sana checking it again.

"Stupid," said the familiar voice in a mocking tone.

"AKITO!!!" cried Sana whacking Akito on the head with the mallet. Akito started heading over to his seat rubbing his head.

"Why is he always so mean to me!" said Sana in a pout.

"Just ignore him! You know that," said Fuka.

"Yeah, I guess," said Sana.

"Class! Please sit down!" called their homeroom teacher, as everyone took their seats. "Now, today we are going to be starting a new topic. You will be in partners and be presenting a speech & presentation about anything you like!"

A general murmur started spreading around the students.

"Do we get to choose our partners?" asked a random guy.

"Uh,, let me think. Yes! Let's make it that you can pick who you wish to go with for a change!"

"Hey, Sana? Do you wanna go together? I think Tsuyoshi's gonna ask Aya," said Fuka to Sana.

"Uh sur-" Sana started to reply, until the teacher called Sana up.

"Kurata-san, can I see you please?" the teacher called.

"Yes, sensei. Hey, Fuka I'll talk to you later 'k?" said Sana as she headed up to the teacher's desk.

"The principal would like to see you," said the teacher.

"Oh, ok," said Sana as she grabbed her bag and headed down the corridor, down the steps and past the office and into the principal's office.

Principal's Office

"Good morning," said Sana.

"Good morning Kurata-san. Please take a seat," said the Principal. "There is some very unfortunate news, I'm afraid. I'm sorry to be saying this but..." The principal paused.

Sana's thoughts started racing through her head. What happened? Did something happen to Mama? Or Rei-kun?

"Your mother has been murdered," said the principal in a quiet voice.

Sana's mind went blank. What did he say? Mama? She's... ... ... dead?

"Your manager is in hospital, he's unconscious but will probably be fine," said the principal.

Rei-kun? Mama? What?

Tears started racing down uncontrollably down Sana's face. Would she know that those tears would be one of her last, that carried all her inner emotions with her.

"Kurata-san? The police would like to talk to you, um, would you like someone to accompany you?" said the Principal quietly trying to soothe Sana.

Sana nodded. Just then the door opened and Fuka came into the door.

"Sana! Oh, Sana!" Fuka said as she hugged Sana. "It's going to be ok."

I will revenge, I will revenge, I will revenge

Police Station

"Kurata-san? Do you know if your mother had any connection with the Black Armed gang?" asked the policewoman in a quiet voice.

Sana still had tears streaming down her eyes, with Fuka's arm around her shoulders for support.

Sana shook her head as more silent tears streamed out of her eyes.

The policewoman sighed.

"My name is Yuriko Misami. I'm here to help you try to find out who killed your mother," she said.

Sana nodded.

"Your mother was killed during her weekly sauna visit. It seems like someone put in a deadly poison injection into her while she was relaxing. Your manager, Sagami-san was attacked outside roundabout the time your mother was attacked." Yuriko said.

Tears flowed down Sana's already wet face.

Yuriko sighed. "Kurata-san. Do you wish to go home?" she asked.

Finally Sana spoke.

"I wish to track down my mother's killer," Sana spoke in a whisper.

At home

Maybe I should have asked for Fuka to stay. No, I would just make her more uncomfortable. But I will get him. The person who killed Mama. The person who killed my emotions, the person who killed part of me.

1 month later

Sana was at a new ice-cream commercial shoot. After she finished, Rei-kun was outside waiting for her.

"Hi Rei-kun!" said Sana happily.

"Sana, I have to go urgently to my mother's. Do you mind if I drop you off at home first?" Rei-kun asked.

"That's fine with me, I need to start my new presentation anyways," said Sana applying a fresh coat of lip-gloss.

As the car approached in front of Sana's house, she walked over to the rubbish bin and chucked her lip-gloss into the bin.

Who needs lip-gloss? No, I have to focus. I have to show Rei-kun that I am fine. I will not let Rei-kun down as well!

Sana decided she would go for a quick walk around the block. She headed off and turned around the corner to see Akito come out of his house.

"Sana?" said Akito.

"I'm fine, don't ask" Sana said coldly as she walked past Akito.

Akito grabbed her arm. "What's wrong with you?" he asked.

"Hayama, let go of me," said Sana as she shook off Akito's arm. "And don't touch me again." she said as she headed down the road with Akito staring blankly at her.

Flashback: Sana: 3 weeks ago

"Oh my god? DId you hear? Akito-kun is going out with Fuka-chan!" Sana heard the annoying "gossip" girls at it again. Usually she would ignore them but today it suddenly sparked her attention.

"They were both flirting with each other! I heard that Fuka-chan asked him out and he said yes!!!" The girls giggled.

"I've heard they started going out from last week! Don't you think they are so cute!!!" giggled the girls as they saw Akito and Fuka come around the corner.

Sana had heard enough. She grabbed her bag and sprinted past the couple and ran the way home with tears flowing down her face.

End of flashback: Sana

Akito will never know. My true feelings. I will hide them. I will hide myself from the world behind my 'happy' personality. I will hide myself until I discover my mother's killer.

Author's Note: Please R&R!!! So I can carry on writing