Wide Awake

Chapter 15

Kayan's Interlude

Kayan's POV

I was never a popular person. Before I met Itami, I had two friends exactly. I was never the smartest, and I always seemed to just piss everyone off. So I lost one of my friends, and then my other friend had to move. I had been lonely, but then I met Itami.

We met at an anime convention, I hadn't been an anime fan but I liked to look at the different styles because I wanted to be an animator for cartoons. Our meeting hadn't been too pleasant of a start though.

"There are so many people… I wonder if any of these people are the creators of the animes? If so, I should show them my drawings!" I had spoken to myself, when I look back on it, I don't even know why I was talking to myself.

"Hm… who here looks like they're an animator… or an artist…" then, my eyes landed on a girl around my age. She was grumpily sitting down at a table with a sketchbook in front of her which she was drawing in. Her black hair was pulled back in a ponytail and they had red tips, most likely dyed. Her eyes were pretty cool, one being a weird minty green and the other and icy blue-gray.

I had rushed over there and started to speak to her a mile a minute. I could tell she was growing agitated as time went by, but I didn't stop.

"Would you fucking shut up already?" she had snapped, her face set into a scowl.

"But dude, look at your drawings! They're amazing!" I gestured at her sketchbook and I could see that complimenting her had pacified her slightly.

"I mean, look at that! It's so cool, mine aren't even that good!" I complimented again.

"Heh, my drawings are awesome, let me see yours." she had said, crossing her arms and loosely holding her sketchbook in the other. I had excitedly pulled my book out and flipped through, showing her various drawings I had done of Fairly Odd Parents.

"Cool, I guess, don't really like the style they're drawn in though." she stated, then looked up to explain, "I don't like the thick black lining, it separates everything. If you look at mine, mine don't have that think black lining and it makes it look better, and less like cartoons and more like anime." I looked between our two sketchbooks.

"Ahhh, I see. Well, I prefer the cartoon style I guess. I like more childish things." I replied.

"Everyone's got their own preferences; I'm Itami by the way." Itami had stated casually, I had grinned at her.

"I'm Kayan, nice to meet you dude." I responded with my grin widening.

"You go to Rosehallow High?" Itami questioned.

"I'm supposed to, but sometimes I get homeschooled from problems." I explained. Itami had raised one of her pierced eyebrows.

"And these problems are?" she inquired as she started to walk away. I eagerly followed her.

"People just don't seem to like me very much, I'm a bit weird." I muttered.

"Eh, who isn't weird? People don't like me because I'm a bitch." Itami had replied right away and calmly as she stopped at a line to get food. We had talked throughout the line and then after Itami had gotten herself some kind of Japanese food.

"So I'll see you around." Itami said as a goodbye as we exited the building. My eyes widened.

"Hey wait! So we can keep in touch, I'll give you my cell phone number." I had exclaimed quickly, pulling out a pencil and paper from my sketchbook. I wrote my number down and passed it to her. She responded by ripping part of the paper off and writing her number on it.

"My phone sucks ass, so don't be surprised if I don't always reply or answer or whatever." Itami had said before she had walked away. I had watched her go until I couldn't see her anymore. And then I grinned.

I found someone who could be a good friend.

There were two other times that Itami and I made our friendship close. Of course there were times in between, but these two times are notable and serious. The first one I remember vividly, it was on a Saturday.

I had walked through the city, trying to get to my art class. As I went I noticed that there wasn't much going on, but I didn't take much notice. When I had walked past an alley way, someone had grabbed me. I had tried to scream, but a hand had clamped around my mouth. A cool object was placed at my throat, and I remember that my heart had almost stopped from the realization.

I was being mugged. Or beat up. Or raped.

And the worst part?

I knew no one was going to save me, and that I couldn't get out on my own.

Bu I was wrong in thinking no one was going to save me. Because, at that moment, Itami had left her brothers' part time job and she had seen me get pulled into the alleyway. She had amazing vision, being able to see down an entire city block.

I suppose I don't remember what my attacker had said. I do remember trying to kick him in the balls, but I had been unable to. He had pulled me over, punched me twice. I had started crying, and I felt myself choking. I thought I was going to die.

Then suddenly I had heard the guy yell.

"The fuck?!" I had sat there, curled up with my eyes shut tight. But at that, I opened my eyes. I had watched, in wonder as my savior pulled a switch blade from her pocket.

"Oi, asshole, you got three seconds to run before I castrate you." Itami had snarled, the guy didn't back down though. His knife was bigger, and so he charged her. I remember actually screaming at that point, and Itami had simply used her knife to block his. He was strong, so her knife was pushed back. But Itami obviously didn't give a shit for she just reached up and grabbed his knife with her bare hand. Then she kicked him in the balls.

"Feel that? That's called metal toe boots!" Itami had snapped, pulling the guys arm to the side and twisting his arm until a gross pop and crack sounded that made me flinch.

The guy had recoiled at this point, Itami only kicking him twice more and taking his knife. She spit on the ground and put her knife away, and she put his knife in her pocket. She turned to me and crouched next to me.

"Idiot didn't even know how to fight, you ok?" she had asked, a serious expression on her face. I was unable to answer her though, because I was staring at her hand. A long cut now went across her palm and it was gushing blood.

"I-I'm fine, your hand…" I managed to stutter. Itami gave her hand a look, before shrugging.

"I've had worse." she replied as she stood and wiped her bleeding hand on her blue ripped jeans, smearing blood on them.

"Damn, this suckers gushing." she commented, but then she pulled me up with her other hand. She inspected me, then nodded to herself.

"Well, you're not dying so I got here in time. Though you've got a bruise under your eye, and you're gripping at your stomach." she muttered before she led me out of the alleyway, her injured hand now in her pocket. We walked down the street together, she was following me.

"W-why're you following me?" I questioned. She had smirked.

"In case another asshole tries to get you, obviously. The city's empty today, lots of fuckers out like that one looking for someone to walk past so they can snag them, get their shit, and some of them are looking for more than money, if you know what I mean." Itami snorted.

"Oh…" I trailed as we continued walking. I had thanked her when we reached my destination and she had just told me to not get killed. Then she left, and I had noticed that the blood had stained her jeans and her light gray sweatshirt pocket.

The next time Itami and I really got close was actually because of a funeral. There was this nice lady across the street that was bald, and I'm sad to say that she had leukemia. And things weren't going so well for her.

She was a nice woman in her late twenties; she had always watched me outside on my skateboard, and it turns out she had been a dancer, or a gymnast. They were similar if you ask me.

She had taught me a few skateboarding tricks that she knew because of her dancing. She just incorporated a skateboard. She also taught me how to do a few dance moves so that I could amuse myself.

She had died suddenly one day. I remember looking out at the street and there was an ambulance taking her out on a stretcher. I had run out of my house, asking her if she was ok. She had been unable to speak, and she just gave me a look that meant to remember to feed her cat for her. That had been our usual; I fed her cat when she was out overnight at the hospital.

I had fed her cat that night, and the next day came the bad news. She had died that night, I remember the police officer standing awkwardly at our door to tell us since we were actually the closest people to her.

I had went across the street, tears going down my face and I had sat in her house, just sat there. Her cat had come over and rubbed its black face under my chin, trying to comfort me. The cat didn't leave my side, and the cats black fur and green eyes suddenly gave me the idea to call Itami.

So I had pulled my cell phone out and called her, in tears. Itami really hadn't known what to say, she awkwardly tried telling me it would be all right and that it was ok to cry. I just cried, and cried, and cried and muttered over and over again a few things.

The next day her wake was. I had taken the cat over to my house to stay. I remember getting ready for the wake, wearing black dressy pants, a black shirt, and my hair was down, as usual. There had been a knock on my window, and I opened it to find Itami, sitting on the tree branch next to my second floor bedroom window. I had stared at her, flabbergasted.

"Your tree is very pointy." she had informed me, climbing into my window, patting me on the head. She gave me an uncharacteristic small one-armed hug before the cat tried to maul her. She had caught the cat, midair, and just stared it down as it tried to reach her face.

"Cat, no." she had hissed, before dropping the cat. The cat had run over and sat on my bed watching Itami with her eyes narrowed.

"Itami?" I finally managed to gasp, after getting my bearings.

"That's my name." she had affirmed.

"What are you doing here?" I questioned.

"Cheering you up, see what the hell was going on since all I got was babble over the phone." Itami had answered calmly, crossing her arms. I told her what happened and broke down crying. She had given me a hug, a real hug, and then there was a knock on my door.

"Go, and don't be afraid to cry." she ordered lightly as she went over to my window. Giving me a small wave she slid out onto the tree branch. I closed my window and then left with my mind, but Itami's strange visit had really cheered me up. And at the wake, I cried. Then, the next day at her funeral, I bawled my eyes out.

The first time Itami was shot, I had been so scared. I remember that Itami had ordered me to run, and I knew that if Itami told you to run, you had to run. So I ran out of the alley, I yelled for help.

"Help! HELP!" I screamed, and a few people stopped.

"Someone call 911" I screeched as a gun shot rang out from behind me. Not thinking, I turned and ran back. There was another gunshot and I saw Itami collapse. A few people behind me surrounded her but I dropped to my knees next to her.

"Itami! Hang in there!" I cried. Itami wasn't responding, she was getting really pale. Someone pulled her sweatshirt off and I saw that her dark blue tank top was turning purple because of all the blood spilling from her.

"Crap, she's losing blood fast! He must have hit an artery or something!" someone swore.

"Itami, oh my God, Itami!" I started crying and someone pulled me back. An ambulance showed up and they took me with Itami because I threw a tantrum. They looked me over in the ambulance but nothing was wrong with me. When we got to the hospital I was forced to wait in the waiting room while she was pulled into surgery.

I was unable to wait though so I ran in and they tried to force me out. But I didn't want to leave and screamed and shouted so they allowed me to sit out in the corridor. I had my head in my hands for the entire time, praying Itami would live.

"It's all my fault!" I cried.

"It's all my fault!" I repeated, yelling next. A few nurses tried to calm me, and soon they made me leave. My mom picked me up as Itami's brothers were in the waiting room, waiting for news.

The next day, I learned Itami was in a coma.

After Itami woke up, I somewhat babied her. It was my fault she was shot. I had made her come that day, I was the one who didn't even try to help her! It was my fault.

The second time was worse though. That time, Itami had taken the shots meant for me. She had protected me! Again! All she ever did was protect, that was all she ever did.

After Itami had been taken away, I had gone home after being checked out by a paramedic, they had wrapped my arms up because of some glass I had stumbled on from the broken counter.

I didn't go to the hospital. Instead I was left to my thoughts. I sat in my room for some time. Thinking of all the pain I caused Itami.

I almost killed her once. I've taken up so much of her time. And now, here she was, dying again. And it was my fault again. Why did I cause so much pain for Itami?

And then, I got the idea. No more me, no more pain for Itami.

It was a flawless plan! If Itami didn't live, I'd have to live with the guilt of her death being ALL my FAULT. And if she did live, I would just get her hurt again! And maybe others, like my mom. Or my little brother. Or Violet, or Kirai, or Evelyn.

So I carefully planned it. I was usually a bad planner, but my planning was flawless this time.

And, five hours after Itami had been shot.

I was dead.

AN

I dedicate this chapter to one of my good friends who Kayan's personality is based off of.

So yeah… Kayan… fun person… she died. But yeah, this is Kayan's little chapter all dedicated to her and her relationship with Itami. Good friends they are.

A-Pewdiepie and Cry are amazing. They're fucking hilarious. I demand you all watch them, watch Pewdie play Happy Wheels, Amnesia, and Bully. You'll die from laughing. I almost did. And watch Cry play Ib, Mad Father, Desert Nightmare, Bioshock Infinite, and The Walking Dead. All their games are good, but these two are amazing. I kind of want to play videogames on youtube like them… but Youtube hates me. I failed HORRIBLY at making a Youtube account just to comment on videos…FML.

Q-So…what's the best fanfiction you've ever read? Preferably for Inuyasha, Legend of Zelda, Pokemon, or Naruto so I can understand what's going on so I can read it without going "Da fuq is dat?" and all. It can be any rating… any pairing…yeah. Hell, it doesn't even need to have a pairing.