Title: Sana in a Closet

Disclaimer: YES! It's true! My name is Miho Obana! I created Kodocha! And now I'm writing fanfics about my story! In English! (I know that because it's typed you can't hear my tone of voice, so just s' ya'll know, this is sarcasm)

Akito: was that an accent?

Wing: I don't know what yer talkin' 'bout!

Akito: Pffff…

Wing: Don't you laugh! Lotsa people have accents!

Akito: But you haven't spoken with an accent in YEARS!

Wing: We're not talkin' 'bout me! Grrr… here's the next chapter!

Chapter 9: going out

Well, nothing was changing the boys got worse. Akito was acting real strange, anyone who wanted to pick a fight with Tsuyoshi would feel his wrath, and yet he seemed to think nothing of releasing his frustration out on the same one he 'protected'. Even Sana seemed to be giving up on him, she'd quit saying that he must've been forced into acting the way he did, she'd also gone back to calling him Hayama.

Sana had had a few more accidents on set of "Don't Walk Away", but it wasn't anything serious. Now she was at her house, Naozumi was over with her. They'd started out talking about how weird everything on set was, you know, with Sana getting hurt and all. Somehow, the conversation had switched to Hayama, and Sana was now telling Nao about the past few months and how she was worried about him.

"Sana," Nao said quietly, as if he really didn't want to say what he was going to, "Sana, you probably won't like what I'm going to say, and maybe I shouldn't even say it. But I think it was only a matter of time before something like this happened."

"What?"

"I'm just saying what I think. It is sad but, you see, Hayama grew up mean- Sana don't give me that look, you know I'm telling the truth- and he well… let me put it this way, A cheetah will grow up, and die with the same spots it was born with, right?"

"I guess," she had an idea of where this was going.

"Same principle with Hayama," said Nao solemnly, "He's spent the majority of his life a bully, he'll die that way. One person can't change that. Not even you Sana."

"But N-Nao," Sana whined as tears began to flow freely down her cheeks, she buried her head in his shoulder, "It's n-n-not f-fair!"

"I know," he muttered, crying too.

The next day, Sana took Nao out with her, Tsuyoshi, Fuka, and Aya to get something to eat at McDonalds, what? They're everywhere aren't they? There they made the announcement that they were officially going out.

Aya choked on her drink, Tsuyoshi, putting his hand on her back, asked, "Really? When?" his eyes were wide with shock.

"Just last night," she answered with one of her this - is - fake - but - it - doesn't - really - matter - because - only - Akito - can - tell - the - difference - smiles.

"That's great, girl!" Said Fuka.

"Yeah,"

Nao put his arm around Sana's shoulder, catching her off guard, she turned and saw that he was looking away, like back at the hospital. Following his gaze, she saw he was staring through into the crowds that were walking busily by on the other side of the road, but she, like her new boyfriend, had spotted one figure in particular. Hayama was looking back at them from the other side of the street. Her jaw dropped slightly as he turned and began walking away.

Suddenly Sana sat up and ran out the door of the restaurant and ran after him, "AKITO! WAIT!"

"Sana, YOU wait," Fuka called, as she and the others followed her. (Yeah, they forgot to pay.)

Why am I running after him? Sana thought to herself, I have nothing to gain! Like Naozumi said cheetahs have spots and Hayama can't wash them off! Wait… was that right? Oh forget it!

Is she following me? Hayama wondered, he turned around to see, there was Sana, running up to him, shouting for him to stop, Damn it!

Hayama broke into a run, and Sana picked up her pace, there was no way for Fuka or the others could catch up, soon only Naozumi hadn't given the chase for a loss, he followed, at a comfortable pace.

On an impulse Hayama turned into the park, he couldn't keep running much longer, he was too tired from last night, his body temperature began to rise rapidly and finally he stopped to rest, he'd probably lost her anyways. But then-

WHAM!

Sana plowed right into him, he hadn't realized how close she was following.

Hayama, panted, out of breath, he blinked a few times to get the sweat from his eyes. He was worn out.

Sana, however, was full of energy, and she had a few things to use it on. They would be:

1: Start crying

2: Hit Hayama over the head with a hammer

3: Give a speech

Sana didn't miss a beat, Hayama rubbed his injured cranium while staring up at the crying girl who was about to begin talking. She told him about how his actions were as far as she or anyone else new, pointless, how he had dramatically changed Tsuyoshi, how the teacher was now in therapy, how his family was worried and confused, and how she had lost her faith in him, before she could go any further, Hayama interrupted. He stood up quickly and pulled her into a hard, powerful kiss. (I suck at fluff)

At first Sana was shocked, then she returned his kiss with equal force and passion. Then, as if coming back from her own world and realizing where she was, she pushed him away and fell to her knees, sobbing, just as Naozumi stepped out from behind the tree, where he'd been watching for some time.

A/n: I think I'll end here, sorry about this… I'm not all that good at fluff… Oh, and to Kelly, I typed this with my LEFT HAND! BWAHAHAHA! So… yeah… please review! I'm desperate! Only 3 different people actually are reviewing! Are only three people reading? Please, I need help, I'm really losing my story! PLEASE HELP! IDEA'S! Uh… thanks for reading, I 'preciate it.