A/N: So I'm currently procrastinating because I don't want to study for my Chem final and I'm really just chilling in the library with all my notes and books open writing this. So for all you college students out there, Happy Finals Week and May The Odds Be Ever In Your Favor/May The Force Be With You. (Yes, I totally love The Hunger Games AND Star Wars.)
I don't own Kodocha or any of it's contents.
'Thoughts'
"Speech"
"Flashback/Dream"
Summary:
He says she's too optimistic for her own good. She says he's too dreary for her liking. When new girl Kurata Sana steps into the life of the mysterious Hayama Akito, she realizes life is not all fairy tales and rainbows and he realizes there is more to life then behind the door of his home.
Life As We Know It
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Chapter 2: Mean
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"Why you gotta be so mean?"
- Mean, Taylor Swift
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"Well that was embarrassing."
Sana glared over at Fuka, who was snickering after her run in with Hayama. Sana stuck her tongue out at the brown haired girl and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Shut up!" She said back, glaring at her. Fuka put her hand up and she laughed slightly.
"Don't take Akito's insults to serious. He's just like that. But, you really are an idiot, so I think he hit the nail pretty well on that."
Ignoring her insult, Sana noted that Fuka called him 'Akito' rather than Hayama like everyone else. She wondered if there was anything going on between the two.
"Whatever!" Sana turned away and marched to her next class. She heard Fuka sigh, then laugh. Sana cracked a smile and ran off to class, trying to forget about her embarrassing moment not that long ago.
She walked in and was a little disappointed when she saw that none of her new friends were in there. But at last glance she took, she noticed the blonde haired boy who she ran into this morning. The auburn haired girl walked over towards the back of the room where the boy was sitting, listening to his music, looking out the window. She wondered what went on in that mind of his. Though, that was was a bit weird because she hardly even knew the guy. All she really know was his name and face. Oh, and that he had no friends but Tsuyoshi and Fuka apparently because he pushed everyone away.
She could try and be his friend, though. Even if he was rude, having only two friends kind of was a downer.
Sana walked up to him and sat down in the empty seat in front of him. She casted a glance at him and noticed that he had not even spared her a glance. She puffed her cheeks. He could at least acknowledge her presence.
Setting her stuff down on top of the desk in front of her, she debated whether to turn around and talk to him or just let it be. But, obviously, she was Kurata Sana and she was the type of person to never give up and she hadn't even begun to try with him. She sighed, knowing full well that she wasn't just going to let it be.
Putting on her best 'Sana grin,' she turned around and slammed a hand on his desk, making him turn to her with a slight, annoyed scowl on his stoic face. 'Victory!' she thought to herself as she smiled at him.
"So Hayama..." She started. He turned away from her again, making her frown. She didn't appreciate that.
"Look, I think we started off on the wrong foot. You were mean to me, I was mean to you. I accidently fell on top of you, and you were mean again, but we could totally just forget all of that and be friends, don't you think?" She was rambling again, but after, waited diligently for a response. But, he continued ignoring her.
"I mean, I know I'm clumsy and all, but I apologized you know?" If he wouldn't respond, she would keep talking.
Absolute silence. She was growing irritated. Sure, she ran into him, but was he seriously that mad at her? Did she ruin his reputation or something? Was he known for not being clumsy? Or not falling on the floors? Did it make him look 'uncool' or something?
"Come now. Can't we let bones by bones and just get on with our lives?"
"Don't you mean 'bygones be bygones,' idiot."
Sana went wide eyed and beamed as he finally responded to her. She ignored the insult from him, not really caring if she said it wrong. The hazel eyed girl was content with getting a few words out of the silent man.
"Finally! I got something out of you! You're one tough cake to batter you know!" In her reply, she watched as he rolled his eyes and mumbled something about 'nut to crack, stupid.'
"So, what do you say? Friends?!" The grin split her face light up with joy. He narrowed his eyes at her and scoffed.
"No."
And with that, he turned away from her and raised the volume of his music. Sana's mood was shot to hell and her moment of happiness was replaced by irritating and annoyance. She wouldn't lie and say the rejection didn't sting. It did and she was displeased. The auburn haired girl gritted her teeth as she heard him turn up the volume of his music as the music blared from his buds.
"Fine then!" She turned hastily away from him. "Didn't wanna be friends with you anyway!"
Hayama stole a glance at her and watched as she moved around in her seat. He inwardly sighed in relief as he figure she would go to another seat now that he plainly rejected her invitation to be friends. But, was surprised to see that instead, she grabbed her notebook from her her bag and remained in the seat in front of him.
Normally, people would cry and leave by now.
But, she stayed.
He watched her back as she slouched over her desk, listening to their teacher drone on about the importance of the English language and how being bilingual in both English and Japanese will help you later in life with a career. He could hear her groan and watched as she put attention to the lecture.
Why didn't she leave?
It reminded him when Buka was constantly poking at him for answers. She was annoying too. Yet, she was a bit more forceful than the new girl. He supposed Tsuyoshi was right. They were really a lot a like. But, the new girl was definitely more stupid than Buka.
He scoffed as she answered a question wrong, the teacher reprimanding her. She apologized, cracking a joke. The class laughed, even the teacher. She laughed right with them and in just a matter of seconds, the class went back to normal. The golden eyed boy rolled his eyes as he directed his focus back outside the window.
Some time passed and Sana was actually really enjoying her English class, despite the boy behind her. She tried ignoring his rudeness and just go on with her life, but she didn't want to be on bad terms with the boy, especially since they were both friends with Fuka. Sana signed, resting her cheek on the palm of her hand. They were doing individual work now and she found herself struggling a bit with the basic fundamentals of the English language. She needed help. Biting her lip, she was trying to decide who she could ask. In all honesty, she could pretty much ask anybody in this class for help.
But of course, she decided to make her life difficult again and try again with the mean boy behind her. She turned around and set her paper on his desk. He gave her a questioning glance.
"Okay, I get it. You don't like me. Whatever. But, I need help so can you pull your head out of your butt for second? Then I promise to get out of your hair."
He looked at her with a hard stare, examining her pale, yet peach color skin face. She looked like a child with her pigtails and her innocent face. But she was persistent and maybe she could be as aggressive as Buka, which was not a good thing.
But, he was still surprised when she turned around to face him. She could have really gone to anybody else but him. Unless she was just being lazy and didn't feel like getting up.
"Okay."
Sana sighed in relief and smiled at him, thanking him.
"Why does the i and e switch here in this word, but not in perceive?"
"Because it's a rule."
The young teenager glared at the boy in front of her. "But why?"
"Because it's a basic English rule, idiot." Was she really this stupid? Or was she just acting it? He thought she was really that stupid.
"Because it's a basic English rule."
"Well, how do you know when to do it?" She pressed on, circling the e and i in the word perceive.
He groaned, and galred at her. She really was just that stupid.
"Did you not take English back at your old high school or something? Did they not teach you the fundamentals of English?"
Sana blushed as she embarrassed him so casually. Obviously she took English. She only took one year of it then stopped because she transferred schools and they didn't offer it at her new school.
"I moved to a new school and they didn't have it there okay, jerk!" She fought back. She wasn't going to let the jerk sass her for not being all too smart.
They glared at each other and Sana wanted to do nothing more than to smack the crap out of him. 'If only I had my toy hammer.' She thought to herself as she looked deep into the golden eyes of the boy in front of her.
His eyes were definitely uncontrollable and wild. They were cold and lifeless. She had never seen eyes so conflicting. Her mother always told her that the quickest way to learn about someone was through the eyes. And his eyes definitely showed her more than she thought.
"I before e, but not after c, baka."
He saw the light in her eyes. She hadn't experienced pain. She was a virgin to the world. She was naive and innocent. Her eyes were bright, energetic, hopeful. Eyes like hers needed to stay away from him. He would only contaminate her. He would make the light go away.
"What did you just call me?!" She gritted her teeth again, totally ignoring his advice.
"BA-KA." He drew out.
She fumed in anger and stood up, throwing daggers at him. Her hands were clenched at her sides as steam blew from her ears (not really). He watched as she stood up, giving him the nastiest look he had ever seen.
"You are so UGH!"
"Ms. Kurata? Is there a problem?"
Sana flushed immediately, remembering that they weren't alone and she was in the middle of class, so her outburst was heard by everybody. She smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head as she turned back towards her teacher and all eyes were on her.
"Ah, sorry about that sensei! I just don't know how to control myself sometimes, you know?"
The teacher gave her a confused glance. "It won't happen again, I promise!" She bowed, screwing her eyes shut, hoping that the teacher would be remorseful.
"I'll let this go with a warning, Ms. Kurata, but don't let it happen again, got it?"
She nodded her head vigorously, anime tears streaming down her face. "Thank you sensei! Thank you so much!" Before she sat back down, she glowered at the boy behind her and 'huffed' as she went back to doing her own work.
English ended and Sana couldn't be any happier to get out. She stormed away from Hayama and made her way to her next class, without even stopping to greet any of her new friends. Tsuyoshi and Aya were in her class and they noticed her change in attitude from this morning. They asked her why she was so upset and she proceeded with only one word "Hayama."
They both looked at each, surprised. But Sana ignored their shocked glances. Instead, all class long she was thinking of ways to hurt the blonde haired boy she met today. She had never been so infuriated with someone. And never had someone ever been just so casually cold and mean to her. She couldn't believe how prissy he was. She couldn't believe how much she already detested him!
Without putting attention to a single thing her sensei went over, class ended and Tsuyoshi, Aya and Sana were off to lunch. They met up with Fuka, who was waiting by the lockers and gave a questionable look to Sana.
"What's up with you? You look like someone just ate your most favorite dessert int the world." Fuka commented as they walked towards the cafeteria.
"UGH! I hate him!" She blew up, crossing her arms in front of her. Fuka casted a confused glance at Tsuyoshi and Aya, who in return, shrugged their shoulders.
"Who?" The brown haired gymnast asked.
"Hayama! That's who!" Sana sneered his name with venom as she glared at anything in particular.
"You're still not upset about this morning, are you?" Fuka started, "Because, I told you, he's just like that."
"Yeah, Sana. Hayama is mean. Remember what I said in homeroom this morning?" Tsuyoshi added in.
"You're right. He IS mean! But kami!" She threw her hands up in the air, stopping in the middle of the hallway, "I didn't know he was such a freakin' jerk!"
"All I did was try being friends with him because you know, I'm friends with you guys, and he just blew me off! Not only that, he just continued to insult me because I forgot some of the basic English rules since I haven't taken English since middle school!" She ranted.
"You tried befriending Akito?" Tsuyoshi asked, surprised. No one had tried doing that in a long time. He looked over at Aya, who also was surprised.
"Yes!" Sana yelled, still upset.
"Hayama Akito is not easy to get along with, Sana. He's rude and cold to people, especially to people he doesn't like." Fuka grabbed her shoulder, her mouth in a thin line.
"I didn't even do anything to him! I gave him no reason to not like me!" Sana countered, "If anything, I have more reasons to not like him!"
"You wouldn't be the first, Sana-chan." Aya said quietly. Sana stopped immediately. She looked over at Aya in confusion.
"What?"
"People don't like Akito. It's not that he has done anything wrong. People just don't like his attitude. They think he thinks he's too good for people here when really, he's just trying to get through high school like the rest of us." Fuka said.
"He's not a bad person, just misunderstood. He doesn't let people in. So don't take offense if he pushes you away or calls you mean things." Tsuyoshi said next.
"Though, you're right, he can be a real jerk if he wanted too. I would know." Fuka thought back to all the times before when he would constantly call her names and go off on her about her being persistent and constantly on his case about everything. Even though she had only known his for a year and a half, she only knew what he allowed her to know. And even then she felt privileged because some people didn't know anything at all.
"So, hate him or whatever. It doesn't matter. But, don't expect me to get involved in any of your arguments, got it?"
"Well, it's not like I want to hate him!" She said back, "I really wanted to try and be friends with him, but he was being such a blackhead that he made me not like him!" She argued.
"Don't you mean blockhead, Sana?" Tsuyoshi asked to which she waved him off.
"Then keep trying." Fuka said nonchalantly, "He isn't a bad person. He may act like it, but there's more to him than what he shows."
Sana narrowed her eyes at Fuka. "Do you like him?"
Fuka went wide eyed, along with Tsuyoshi and Aya. Her face pinked a little and Sana grinned mischievously as she poked her best friend in the shoulder.
"So you do like him!" Sana smirked, finding the perfect opportunity to tease Fuka and get back at her for constantly picking on her.
"NO!" Fuka defended, her cheeks red with embarrassment, "I do NOT like him!"
"Then why are you blushing hmm?" Sana began to laugh as Fuka's face heated up.
"Because that's an embarrassing question! I do not like him! He's just a friend, okay?"
Sana grabbed onto Fuka's shoulder and squeezed it as she continued laughing. She waved her free hand at her and grinned. "It's okay, Fuka. You don't have to admit it now." Sana then went up to her ear and whispered, "but you will tell me the truth later."
She pulled away from her and winked, making Fuka blush harder. Fuka scowled at her best friend and stuck her tongue at her.
"You're such an ass, Sana!" The auburn haired teenager continued her laughing fest as Fuka attempted to smack her.
"Those two are so eerily similar, it's kind of creepy." Tsuyoshi said to Aya.
"I agree. They really do fight like sisters." They both nodded as they watched Fuka put Sana in a headlock while Sana was still laughing boisterously.
"Give it up! I have you now!" The brown haired girl called out, to which the hazel eyed girl giggled.
"Never!" She struggled finding a way out of Fuka's arms. She tried ticking her but that didn't work. So instead, she stepped on her foot, in which Fuka grimaced and jerked back. She let out a loud yelp and Sana broke free. Fuka massaged her foot as she threw an intense scowl at the auburn haired girl.
"That's cheating!"
Sana wriggled her eyebrows and grinned in victory, shrugging her shoulders. "All is fair in love and war, Fuka."
"Sana?"
Sana turned around to come face to face with the same beautiful, emerald green eyes she was met with this morning. There, in front of her, stood the handsome Akimoto Hiro. His eyes were bright and shining, a perfect smile gracing his lips. His perfect brown hair was resting on his perfectly shaped head as he shrugged his bag over his shoulder.
"Hi-Hiro!" She squeaked, caught off guard by his magical presence.
"Stuttering now?" He chuckled, "And here I thought you weren't one of those many admirers?"
She blushed, frowning slightly. "Heck no! You just caught me off guard, dummy!" She rubbed the back of her head as she smiled slightly at him.
He grinned, looking behind her. His brow rose, noticing that she was with Matsui Fuka, the star gymnast of the school. And next to her were Sasaki Tsuyoshi, the first place record holder of grades and his girlfriend, Sugita Aya.
"Hey, Matsui, Sasaki, Sugita." He called out to them with a slight nod. The three smiled back, saying hello to the prince of Jinbou High School. His good looks, athletic ability, and above than average grades made him popular in the school, in which girls deemed his the prince.
"So Sana, how you liking it so far?" He asked, still smiling.
"Oh! I really like it so far! Everyone here has been great and really welcoming! And the best part was that I was reunited with my best friend!" She ran over to Fuka and grabbed her arm, giving him the thumbs up.
"You knew Matsui?" He questioned.
"Yup! We went to elementary and middle school together for a bit!" She replied, "Right, Fuka?"
"Yeah. Who would have known this idiot was here." She grinned, poking Sana in the cheek.
"Oh, well that's cool."
He and Sana continued their conversation a little longer, in which included Hiro giving Sana his number. All three bystanders who were watching went wide eyed. Hiro never did that. Sure, he was popular, but he never gave his number out like that. Fuka narrowed her eyes at him slightly as she watched the hunk of a boy flirt with her best friend.
Akimoto Hiro never gave out his number. He didn't take interest in the girls at school. And Sana, her best friend, who wore her stupid, childish pigtails, and was overly obnoxious and sometimes too temperamental, was at the receiving end.
Fuka looked around and watched as girl's were sending glares toward the auburn haired girl for not only talking to Akimoto Hiro, but also getting his number. She could practically feel the tension and envy swimming around in the air. She watched as Hiro waved goodbye and Sana walked back over to them. She had a bright smile on her face.
"How in the world did you meet Akimoto Hiro?" Aya asked, blushing slightly.
"Oh, that? Haha! Well, this morning when I walked in, I was really lost and he gave me a tour of the school and took me to the administration office. No biggie." She shrugged her shoulders.
"Do you not know who he is, Sana?" Fuka elbowed her as they walked towards the cafeteria.
"Sure, he's the popular guy here right? When I was walking with him this morning, there were so many fan girls wailing after him. Kind of gross if you asked me." She padded down on her stomach as it growled and chuckled embarrassingly as she muttered something about her stomach begging for food.
"Sana, Akimoto is very, very attractive." Aya mumbled, trying to avoid the glare Tsuyoshi was throwing at her.
"Obviously! I mean, have you seen those eyes! Like- whooooo." She whistled as they entered the cafeteria. She began to drool at the smell of the food entering her nostrils.
"So you like him?" Fuka asked.
Sana laughed, shaking her head. "Just because I think a guy is attractive, it doesn't mean I like him. I think he's nice and charming, but no Fuka, I don't like him."
Fuka nodded. "And here I thought that I could find some way to get back at you for earlier."
They both laughed, leaving the couple behind them entirely confused. They didn't understand the friendship between those two. One minute they were fine, the next they were teasing each other.
"So, what's his story anyway? Is he a player? Bad boy every girl wants to date? Hot shot or what? I need the details!" Sana asked as she grabbed every piece of food she could possibly fit on her tray.
"They deem him the prince of Jinbou High School." Tsuyoshi said bitterly, as Aya tried reassuring him he was the one for her.
"The prince?" Sana burst into laughter as she grabbed as much food possible she could fit on her tray.
"Yeah. He has everything a prince should have, you know? The good looks, athletic talent, and even though his grades aren't as good as mine or Tsuyoshi, there still pretty good." Fuka explained as she tried taking the last plate of pudding from Sana, who was tugging it away from her.
"Sounds almost too good to be true-" She said through her teeth as she struggled to pull the pudding way from Fuka.
"He's not a playboy like most would think. He doesn't go around break hearts. Sure, he can be pretty cocky and a little big headed, but he's an overall good guy- oph!" She squeaked as Sana pulled the pudding away from Fuka and cheered in victory. She stuck her tongue out at Fuka, who just rolled her eyes.
"Actually, he doesn't really date girls around here. Nevertheless, give them their numbers." The brown haired gymnast commented as she looked around the cafeteria for a table to sit at.
"Is he gay?" All three teenagers went wide eyed at her comment and Tsuyoshi started laughing in the background. Aya and Fuka looked at each other in horror.
"Why would you ask something like that, stupid!?" Fuka hit her with her free hand, to which Sana glared.
"You said he doesn't date girls around here! So I could only assume that he is gay, right?"
"He's not gay!"
They both continued their bantering while Aya laughed slightly at their childish behavior. She tried to calm them down as Tsuyoshi looked around for an empty table. He looked around, only to find his best friend sitting alone at a circular table over by the larger windows the looked out towards the courtyard.
He pointed at the direction of the table to Aya, who nodded. He left the three girls and walked over to the blonde boy. He smiled at him as he sat to his side.
"Hey Akito." The blonde haired boy grunted.
"I heard about you and Sana this morning." He laughed slightly, poking at his food.
He rolled his eyes. "She's annoying. She's worse than Buka. And she's loud."
"Don't you think you're being a bit harsh. I mean, she did try to be your friend, right?"
Akito sent him a glare. "I don't need anymore friends. You guys are annoying as it is."
Tsuyoshi didn't take to heart his insult. Hayama Akito had always been a hard, tough person. He never let up his stoic faze. He didn't show much emotion apart from annoyance and anger. He couldn't remember the last time he had seen the blonde haired boy smile or even laugh. And that made him sad.
"Come on, Akito. Sana's not that bad." He pressed on, "Sure, she's a little on the hyperactive side, but she's a really nice person."
"You haven't even known her for a day." He scoffed.
"Right, but she wasn't stuck up or anything like that. She was really easy to talk to and she's very willing to make new friends. Besides, Fuka has known her longer and Fuka has no problem with her at all." Tsuyoshi continued. "I'm sure if you gave her a chance, you'd end up liking her too."
Akito sighed as Tsuyoshi continued giving him a hard time. There was just something about the girl that made him want to stay away from her. True, she was very much like Fuka in which they both blew up on him, both bantered him, both continued to poke at him, but she had something Fuka didn't. She was full of this bright light that he promised to stay away from.
And he wasn't a fan of the electric jolt he felt when they came in contact with each other. He didn't like the tingling feeling it left in him. That only meant something bad was about to happen in his experience.
Not only that, she really was overly annoying to him.
"Are you kidding me!?"
Both boys looked up and saw Sana, Fuka, and Aya standing in front of them. Sana had this pissed off look on her face and looked like she wanted to wring the blonde. They glared at each other for a few seconds before Sana turned away.
"I'm not sitting here with this jerk!"
"Oh stop being such a baby." Fuka said as she sat next to Akito. She watched him carefully as he moved over a bit. Aya sat next to Tsuyoshi, leaving an open spot across from the blonde.
"Not only are you an idiot, but you're also greedy with food." He noted.
She dropped her tray on the table and put her slammed her hands down, piercing him with a fierce glare that could challenge any of his. Her hunger was long forgotten and she wanted nothing more than to get her arms on the boy sitting in front of her.
"Stop being such an ass, Akito!" Fuka hit him and he turned to her with a glare.
"So what? I like to eat!" She defended herself, not caring if he thought she was fat.
"Apparently." He scoffed. She sent daggers at him, not liking the mocking tone in his voice.
"I don't know what your deal is with me, but seriously! I've had enough of you!" She gripped at him, "I'm sorry that I ran into you this morning and called you a jerk, but seriously, it's no excuse for you're damn insults! I really wanted to try and be friends with you, but if it just ends up in you insulting me at every chance you get, then forget it!"
With that, she turned away and stalked off. She disappeared through the doors of the cafeteria. The cafeteria went deathly silent and stared at the table. Fuka glared at everyone who was staring and stood up.
"What are you all looking at? Seriously, get on with your lives!" With that, the room awkwardly went back to their own business.
Fuka turned back to the blonde haired boy who was turned away from her. Tsuyoshi frowned slightly at his best friend's behavior. He didn't think Sana deserved it. Neither did Fuka.
"And what is your problem? Sana didn't do anything to you."
"Just shut up." He said before he got up and walked towards the same doors that Sana just walked out of only moments earlier.
"Where do you think you're going! You owe her an apology!"
"I don't owe her anything!" He called back to her. The blonde haired boy disappeared through the doors, leaving the rest behind.
"Well, that went well." Tsuyoshi said as he cleared his throat. Fuka rolled her eyes at him and left him and Aya behind to find the auburn haired girl.
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"Stupid Hayama!" Sana shouted into her locker. She really had never been so infuriated with someone, so outraged, so enraged, so heated! She sighed angrily as she shut her locker closed and leaned back against it.
It wasn't even that she was hurt by his words. She wasn't. She was furious with him and the way he treated her. She didn't understand why he was just so mean to her. She tried, didn't she? She tried to be friends and she tried to be civil. He just wasn't letting up.
Tsuyoshi and Fuka both mentioned how he was closed off. They mentioned how he didn't let people in and he pushed people away. Maybe that was why he was so mean? He was afraid she would see something he didn't want people seeing? Maybe he was afraid of her finding out some deep secret about him?
She wondered what kind of secrets he kept. Maybe he was secretly into shojo? She shook her head, thinking that was impossible. Maybe he was a secret juggler? Or a secret agent and had to keep his profile on the down low!? She went on to fantasize about the type of secrets a guy like him could keep. Of course she knew that they were all crazy ideas in the first place, but it didn't hurt to just have fun with her imagination.
She snapped out of her dreams when she heard the bell ring for the next class. She sighed and headed over to her history class, not noticing the glares going her way. People watched her walk into class and head over to her friends, who were luckily all in there with her. They asked her if she was okay and told them she was, reassuring that she just needed some alone time to keep herself in check. Fuka eyed her carefully which meant she didn't believe her for a second. Sana reassured her and before class started, Hayama walked in. Sana ignored him to which he did the same and they kept their distance from each other the entire time.
The class passed by quickly, and eventually the end of the day did too. Sana sighed as she went to change her shoes. Her last class was only her and Hayama again. But this time, she sat away from him. Not too far, but not the seat next to him. She ignored him for the rest of the class period and when class ended, she rushed out to get to her locker.
"Hey girl. We're all going to go to Mimi's Cafe. Want to come?" Fuka asked as she came up behind her. The auburn haired girl smiled, shaking her head.
"I would love too, but I have to get home and help Mama with unpacking you know? But thanks for the invite!"
Fuka smiled. "I'll have to stop by soon! Tell her I said hi!"
"I will!" Sana called out as she double checked her shoes. She waved goodbye to her friend and raced out of the school and towards her home. She hoped that she wouldn't see Hayama along the way because she saw him this morning. Her face went sour thinking about him. She shook her head to shake away any unnecessary thoughts. Her school day was over. It was time to go to home.
She got home quickly and when she did, she burst through the door, calling out to the entire house.
"I'm home!"
"Daughter, you've returned."
Kurata Misako raced in to greet her daughter in her miniature to car with her chipmunk, Maro, lounging around in a palm tree set on top of her head. Sana giggled as she watched her dorky mother race around in circles. Usually when she did that, that meant she was running away from her editor, Onda.
"How was your first day?" She stopped riding around, double checking the room. Sana laughed as her assumption was right. Her mama was getting away from her editor.
"It was great!" She said with a grin, forgetting all about the mean and condescending Hayama Akito.
Her mother smiled. "That's great to hear."
"Oh! And you're never going to believe it! Fuka's here!" Her face light up as she mentioned her best friend. "Remember Fuka? I use to hate her back in elementary school and then we go detention together and became best friends?"
"Yes, I do remember her. You two were conjoined to the hip after your little disputes, afterall."
"Yeah! I was so surprised when I saw her! I was like WHOA! FUKA!" Sana acted out the scene for her mother as she put down her school bag on the coffee table next to the door. She took off her shoes and walked over to the kitchen, where stomach continued to growl.
"She said hi by the way!" She called out as she rummaged through her fridge for anything to eat. The phrase 'I'm so hungry I could eat a whole cow' was just child's play for her. She could eat a mountain of food and still be hungry.
"Yes, you will have to bring her over sometime." She heard her mom comment.
"I will! Oh! Also, I made tons of friends! There was Tsuyoshi, his girlfriend Aya, Mami, Hisea, Hisea's boyfriend Gomi, this really pretty lookin' guy named Hiro, and then Fuka of course!"
She then instantly thought of Hayama as she said Fuka's name. Her face turned sour and her eyes scrunched together as she pursed her lips. She slammed the fridge door shut, her attitude and appetite turning raw as she thought about the nasty blonde haired boy. All her anger from earlier was rushing back and she had the sudden urge to just hit something.
Kurata Misako did not miss the way her daughter suddenly shut the fridge door shut. She did not miss the way her eyes were blazing with fire and her shoulders were as rigid as a rock. She did not miss the way the air in the room suddenly felt heavy. She was her daughter after all. She had watched her grow up into the woman she was turning into.
"Sana? Is something wrong?" Misako asked, curiosity biting at her.
"Yes! Something is very wrong!" The brown haired woman was surprised at her daughter's outburst.
"I don't get how someone can just be so mean!" She sneered, her anger radiating profoundly. Misako could almost see the scarlet red aura surrounding her daughter. She hadn't seen her this angry in, well years.
"Well, there are many reasons why people are mean." She commented.
Sana abruptly stalked out of the kitchen and headed towards the staircase that led to the second floor of the house. She stopped at the first stair and turned sharply towards her mother, who just drove out from the kitchen in her toy car.
"I know that! But he had no reason, no reason whatsoever! To be so rude to me!" She exasperated, stomping her foot harshly.
"It might be easier to understand if you start from the beginning, foolish daughter." Sana ignored the teasing and exploded on her mother about the nasty Hayama Akito.
She vented to her, explaining her run in with him when she was walking to school then the events that unfolded throughout the day like her running into him and he insulting her, her trying to befriend him and he insulting her again, and finally the thing that set her off, lunch time. She ranted on and on about how he was constantly glaring at her whenever he looked at her and proceeded to tell her about how Fuka defended him when there was no defending needed. And when she was finally finished, Sana felt like her chest finally caved and she could breathe again.
There was a moment of silence as Misako took in her daughter's words. Sana slumped slightly against the rail of the stairs and sighed, feeling a little tired from the day.
"I just don't understand why he was so nasty." She said, in a lower voice. "And at me. I didn't even do anything to him!"
"People like your friend Hayama Akito-"
"Oh, he is not my friend! I think he made that perfectly clear!" She frowned, crossing her arms in front of her.
"Shush!" Misako hit her with her toy hammer and Sana yelped as she rubbed the sore spot on her head. She glared at her mother as she put the hammer away.
"Now, this boy, Hayama Akito," she began, "He sounds like a character out of my books."
Sana sweat dropped and fell to the floor, not believing her mother. She got back up and threw daggers at her as her mother grinned at whatever was going on in that fictional world in her mind.
"Mama! Please! This is real life here!" Sana chided.
Misako narrowed her eyes at her daughter, not appreciating the mocking tone in her voice.
"Hush you! My fictional worlds are very relevant to issues of today!" She hit the young Kurata on the head with her toy hammer once again. "If you would have let me finish you would have heard me say that he is probably not accustomed to such loud, childish, unappreciative girls like you hanging around him!"
"Hey! Fuka is like me!" the hazel eyed girl pointed out in her defense.
"Daughter, if I remember correctly, Fuka was in the top of her class and mature." Sana opened her mouth to retort but shut it back closed, begrudgingly accepting that her mother was right about that.
"But still! No excuse for his attitude and jerkish behavior!"
"You must stop being so judgemental and look beyond on the barrier, idiot daughter of mine! Have I taught you nothing in the past 16 years on this earth!?" Misako growled, hitting her daughter again on the head. Sana swiped the hammer away and glared.
"I just met the guy! I don't want to 'look beyond the barrier!'" She countered.
"You don't have too, but at least accept him for who he is or else the rest of your high school years are going to remain like this."
Sana sighed, knowing her mother was right. She was always right.
"Fine, okay." She grumbled.
"Good. Now, I must scurry off before that foolish editor of mine finds me." She then scurried off, with Maro holding on tightly to the palm tree on her head as the older woman raced off. No less than a second later, her editor came, out of breath, hunching over on his knees.
"He-hey Sana." He said breathlessly.
She gave him a smile and small wave. "Hi there, Onda."
"Yo-you haven't happ-happened to s-see you-your mo-mother around, ha-have you?"
She grinned, thinking that revenge had never been so sweet. 'Sweet, sweet, karma.'
"Oh yeah! She went that way!" She pointed towards the hallway her mother had just disappeared into.
"Thank you so much! See ya later, Sana!"
And with that, the editor desperately followed behind the author's trails, yelling from the distance his trademark phrase 'Misako, you're manuscript!' Sana giggled as she watched his vanish for a second. She knew she would definitely pay for it later, but her mother deserved it this time.
As she raced upstairs and into her room, she couldn't help but dwell on her mother's words and the rude Hayama Akito. Maybe her mother was right and she needed to stop being so judgy about the boy. As she plopped onto her bed, she sighed looking up towards the ceiling, her mind heavy with thoughts.
She remembered that weird jolt when their hands touched. She shook it off and pretended she didn't feel it, but she did. She didn't know what that was and it sort of freaked her out. She wondered if he felt the same thing. Did he? Was that why he was being so rude to her? Maybe he really didn't deal with people like her. And by people like her, she meant the outgoing, eccentric type. Sure, her and Fuka were similar in almost every way possible, but she did guess that Fuka was more mature than her.
It was still no excuse for his behavior though. She just wanted to be his friend. Was that really so bad?
She rolled over, landing on her stomach. She groaned into the softness of her mattress. She guess she could try again at being his friend. Maybe her mama was right and she just needed to give it time. Maybe after she cooled off and things between them stopped being so tense would she try again.
Maybe she would give being friends with Hayama Akito another try. What was the worse that could happen?
A/N: Annnnnd done. Wow, this is the fastest I had ever gotten a chapter out. I guess I'm just that excited for this story. Anyway, like I said up above, I'm taking my chem final like later today and it would make me really happy to see some reviews and what you all think of this little chapter. And it would give me confidence, going into that final. Honestly, because I'm really thinking that I'll fail. But I'm not here to lay out my failures to you all.
I know Akito is being mean. Like really mean. But don't worry, you'll soon find out why. And of course, you gotta love Misako Kurata. I've always enjoyed writing her. I just get her character so much and it's always a joy writing her character.
Here is where I leave you. I don't know when I will update again. Soon, I think? I have other stories i gotta finish too. Oh! If you haven't, please, please, please, check out my other stories, Two Worlds Collide, Crimson Ties, and Beauty and the Dragon. I would greatly appreciate it.
Until next time!
-Dark Waffle