I know my chapters are not very long and my story hasn't developed very much, but couldn't someone review, or nobody is reading Kodocha fanfictions? What did you think about the last chapter? Tell me, please!

(ADDED LATER)

When I read your review, knoitallchick, I immediately began to write (your words' magical effect). So, on with the story! Hope you'll enjoy it.

Days passed…….

The story of Sana's refusal was on newspapers: the director and the producer were really angry with her and tried to damage her image, but she was too good an actress to suffer by that. Akito, who often watched T.V. in that period, discovered by the media why his ex girlfriend had bumped on him crying, that day. This gave him new hopes: she refused to kiss that handsome and sexy boy of Hiroshi Nakamura, but her lips softened for a while at the touch of his. At that point his only pride let her go so immediately, if it was for his lips, they would have never interrupted the contact… He had also caught the look of concern in Sana eyes when he let her go so quickly…wondered what that meant…

Fuka used too meet Sana everyday for the radio programme, but there wasn't happy chatting in the ice cream shop and that intimacy of friends which she loved so much. Sana didn't offer to her a point of break behind the wall of her faked happiness and was loosing weight day by day.

"Sana, eat! You are everyday thinner…" advised Misako.

"I don't want Mum, please, I can't!"

Sana's eyes were so sweet and sad in those moments, that Misako couldn't reply, and Sana loosed weight.

Akito used to go out with Mary Jane. While by while. But they oftener saw each other at karate. They were both training with a tenacity that let understand this was their way to vent their feelings.

"Akito" asked one day Mary Jane "am I really your girlfriend?"

"Of course you are" replied Akito. 'I have already heard something like that…'.

Mary Jane put her arm under his boyfriend's and she felt as if she was squeezing herself on a piece of wood. 'How could I fall in love with such a cold blood boy? Maybe I could leave him, but I still love him and finally if he doesn't love me why is he dating me?'

'It's useless, I can't feel anything for her, why do I still date her?' Akito watched the little frail girl and his eyes, usually cold, softened and gained an expression of tenderness that Mary Jane didn't pick up.

AT SCHOOL

"Aya, Aya, d'ya know? Tomorrow Takaishi is coming here, in Tokyo! I'm so happy, ya all are comin' to see him, aren't you?"

"We'll certainly come, Fuka! I'm going to tell Tsuyoshi!"

"Akito, are you comin'?"

"Tomorrow is Sunday…no I can't."

"Why can't you? This is only an excuse!"

"None of your business"

Fuka looked at him with reprobation, Aya shivered. Akito had the same expression of four years ago, before knowing Sana and being saved by her.

"Anyway I'm gonna call Mary Jane! She always alone, poor thing, she will be really pleased to meet someone…" Fuka told Aya later.

THAT AFTERNOON
"Thank you Fuka, I'm going to come with Akito!"

"No, Akito said he couldn't come…"

"Oh, what a brat… tomorrow he has nothing to do"

'I imagined…'

"Well…I'll call Naozumi-kun!"

"Hey ya're gettin' used to –kun thing (slavina: "I don't know how to call it, suggests?"), aren't ya?"

"Yes, I'm good at it, eh?"

"So, see ya tomorrow!"

Akito, sitting on his bed, was thinking at the rude answer he gave to Fuka that morning. Fuka, maybe his best friend by now… and it was completely unjustified to say that. He was even free from karate on Sunday. 'It's weird, but I didn't want to see Takaishi and the others, I'm just unwilling to stay with them… When Sana was with us I went out every time, now it seems to be difficult even thinking to do something like that… tomorrow I'm going to sit on the sofa the day long watching T V. What an idiot!'

'She took my life away with her….' This was his last thought before falling asleep.

The following morning, after having a short shower, he did exactly what he had imagined the evening before. He found a soap opera on T.V. Before he had managed to switch the channel, Sana appeared: a little hairgrip on one said of her fringe made her even more kawai (nice in Japanese) than always, her serious expression, her pleated skirt… she was really nice. He watched at her without hearing a word of what they were saying. When the set changed, he turned off T.V.: something like a knot was clutching his stomach, he felt himself restless. He watched around himself and vaguely understood there was anything to satisfy him there. He went upstairs, in his bedroom and took an old theatre bill he kept away for so long time and watched at it with emptiness in his mind. Luckily, at that point, Natsumi knocked at the door: "Akito? Since we're all at home father thought we could have a nice Sunday lunch at your friend's -how do you call her, Matsui?- uncle's sushi restaurant. Are you coming?" "Right now" answered the young boy.

That morning Sana got up very late. Saturday had been a tiring day, but today she could finally have a little rest… not as if she was happy to have time to rest, not at all! The only thought of the many hours of sadness which separated her from the end of the day made her longing for her bed, the bed she had just leaved. But she had to go on, so she dressed up. trying to put her mind on what she was doing, something that required a lot of work to her. The result was fantastic.

'Sana is certainly very thin, but she still is really beautiful' Thought Rei when she sat down to eat (to have lunch!). Sana tried hard to eat, but she wasn't interested on food, nothing amused her in that period: she was a sociable girl, she was not used to pass hours alone, watching television or reading. She called Fuka, but the girl obviously wasn't at home. At that point she was caught up by a strange despair and decided to go out: maybe a walk would relax her.

The sushi was pretty good, in fact it was delicious, but Akito was eating unconsciously. Mr hayama watched at his son with fond eyes 'What a handsome boy…I have to admit he is Her very son..' he thought, remembering the death of his beautiful wife. Natsumi noticed instead that something wasn't OK from her brother behaviour. Since they had returned Japan he had always been like that. In America Natsumi had learnt more about her brother and Mary Jane's story seemed really weird to her: she probably was the one who better knew Akito by now.

Her thought was interrupted by Mr Hayama: "Akito, I saw all your friends at the airport, but Sana wasn't there, it's so much since I haven't seen her…" Akito shrugged, put violently his hand on the table, got up and, taken on his backpack, he went out of the restaurant. Natsumi gave his father a long look of concern, he shrugged back.

Akito had been wandering aimlessly for a hour, the sun was going to set when he finally with a strange decision head towards Tokyo town hall.