Sana's Amnesia Chapter One

Disclaimer: I do not own Kodocha, or its characters. The story, however, is mine, and a few bits and pieces are from the original contents of Kodocha. (*flashbacks) The story's original creator is Miho Obana, who makes a brief appearance here. And I mean BRIEF.
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CHAPTER ONE
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SANA'S AMNESIA


The girl slowly opened her eyes. A boy stood over her, with blond hair and sad eyes.

“Are you alright?” He asked in a deep voice.

“I… I think so. Where am I?” She asked, puzzled.

“We’re in front of the school.” He replied.

The girl sat up, a little unsure at first, but the boy seemed to make it better.

“Sana!” Someone called. “Sana! Are you okay? Akito, what happened?” Another
boy came running up with dark hair and round glasses.

“She’s okay. Someone… hit her with their car and drove off.” The first boy hesitated.

The girl looked at them and said, “Who are you?”

Both looked at her wide-eyed. “You mean you don’t know us? Sana, we’re your friends!” The dark haired boy replied.

“It must be amnesia. She hit the ground pretty hard.”

The girl looked around her. Nothing seemed familiar, but how would she know? “Umm… is my name Sana?” She asked the sad-eyed boy.

“Yeah. I’m Akito Hayama, and that’s Tsuyoshi Sasaki.”

“Oh.” Sana tried to stand up, but swayed a lot. Her head pounded and her hands shook. Both boys held her still while she managed to stand straight.

“What time is it?” She asked.

"It's time to get you home. Do you have your barucha? You can let Mr. Sunglasses Guy know you're alright."

"Who?"

"Never mind. Here- this." Akito handed her a hand held walkie-talkie with four little buttons and a sticker of a white bat. "Push 'A'."

She pushed it, and then looked at the bat closer. "That's cute! What's it called?"

The bat, (the real one) popped out from her backpack. "Who you callin' 'it'? I'm
Babbit the cuddly white ba-" He didn't get to finish on account of Akito karate chopping him on the head.

They didn't have to wait long before a car came to a screeching halt in front of them.
"Sana! I got your buzz. Is Hayama giving you any trouble?" A man in a tux and sunglasses said as he jumped out of the car.

"No, I'm fine. Who are you?"

"Sana, please. Don't play games right now. We have to get to your next commercial shoot. Naozumi's gonna be in it, too!"

Tsuyoshi whispered in Sana's ear, "That's Rei, your manager."

"Oh. Who's Naozumi?"

"Listen, I don't think Sana's in a position to do any acting. A car... hit her and now she has amnesia." Akito said to Rei.

The man went into hysterics. "AMNESIA?! NO! She can't have amnesia! We have three commercials this week and we can't cancel them! How can I become the best manager ever if I keep cancelling appointments? Please, Sana, don't do this to me!

What will I do?" He slumped down, a blue aura surrounding him.

"A commercial? I think I can do it. What's it for?" She asked.

"Well today you and Naozumi do one for Heal-Aid, and tomorrow it's for Yummi-Yummi ice cream, then one for Tyota."

"Well, I don't know..." Sana put her finger to her chin and looked up, thinking. Rei was holding his hands together flitting around on his toes behind her, hope against hope she'd do it.

"Okay, I'll do it. Bring 'em on! But can they come, too? If you want to, I mean." She turned to the two boys.

"Sure!" Tsuyoshi squeaked. "I mean, uh, sure."

"Whatever." Akito said.

"Thanks, you guys!" She smiled.

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Sana studied herself in the dressing room mirror. She had red hair pulled up high in pigtails, and large eyes that sparkled. She didn't recognize herself. Who was Sana Kurata? What was she like? What did she do? Besides act, of course.
The three had managed to explain more about her on the ride over. “My mother had abandoned me when I was a baby, but recently found me again. I was raised by another lady, Misako, who wrote an award-winning book to find my mother. I have a little sister, (from my real mother) who always watches me on T.V. I'm known all around the country, and I'm only twelve!” She thought aloud.

"Actually, almost thirteen." Babbit interrupted her thoughts.

"Will you leave me alone?" She asked. Suddenly, she got the sudden urge to do something. Looking around, she spotted a small blue case. Upon opening it, Sana realized it was a music maker. An idea came over her. Pushing a couple of buttons, she found what she wanted.

"Amnesia, amnesia!" She burst into song.
"Amnesia, amnesia!
Such a cruel thing!
Taking away my memory!
Give it back! Give it back!
Don't be hasting-
I wanna be in clarity!"
This felt right, at least. Just as she finished, a knock came to the door.
"Who is it?" She asked cheerily.

The door opened and a blue haired, blue eyed boy came in, smiling. "Hey, Sana, I-"

"Hey! All I said was who was it! I didn't say come in! What if I was dressing?" She stopped to breathe. "Who are you, anyway?"

"Sana, it's me, Naozumi. We're doing the commercial together...?"

She blushed. "Oh, yeah, that's right. They didn't tell me you were cute, though." (Imagine the whole hearts and flowers in the background and soft light on the face thing.) "Is that a trumpet?" She asked, pointing to the instrument under his arm.

"Yes." He sweat-dropped, blushing a little. "Would you like to hear me play after the shoot?"

"I'd love to! It might help take my mind off things. Is that- your natural hair color?"

"Uh..."

Right then the director came in. "Sana, we're all ready for you! Oh, Naozumi! I see you’re ready, too."

Naozumi was dressed as a paperboy for his part. Sana was dressed in a student's uniform. The story was to go that a young girl is in a hurry to get to school when she falls off her bike. A paperboy, (Naozumi) would witness it and rush over with a Heal-Aid for her bleeding knee. Then he would help her up, give her a kiss on the cheek, and continue on his way.

However, as Sana stood on the stage, the bright lights and cameras made her rather nervous. ‘Had this happened before?’ She wondered. The director, when everyone was in their positions, called “Action!” But Sana was in a daze. She couldn’t get the bicycle to go. She pushed the wretched thing a little harder, and it tipped, sending her flying. She landed with a thud at Naozumi’s feet. Without thinking, he stooped down to see if she was hurt. Unfortunately, she had landed on her wrist. “Ow-ow-ow-ow!” She moaned.

Naozumi produced the bandage and wrapped her hand tight. Then he helped her up, pecked her on the cheek, and amazingly she understood. She walked away,
smiling.

“And cut! Sana, that’s not what we wrote, but it was brilliant! You really know how to jazz it up- are you crying?”

“No, no! I’m fine! Just need some water. Heh-heh!”
Quickly, Sana went to her dressing room and sat down on the stool to hold her wrist. She had sprained it, she was sure, but forced her tears in. Then it became too overwhelming. In a rush, she let it out. She had forgotten her past, she didn’t know anyone. Not Rei, Naozumi, Tsuyoshi, or Akito. Who was she? And above all, why did her wrist have to hurt so much?

“Sana?” A voice came from outside the door. “It’s Akito.”

“Come in.” She sniffled.

The golden-haired boy walked in, carrying a bowl of ice water. “Put your hand in here. It’ll lessen the swelling.”

How did he know? Sana did so, and the sharp pain of the cold water sliced through to the bone. She jerked her hand away, but Akito gently caught it and placed it back in, holding it there.

“It’s just a sprain.” He said, studying her face.

“I wasn’t crying because my wrist. Well, a little, but not really.”

“Then what was it?” He asked, his face showing some concern. Sana noticed he hardly showed emotion, but she could tell what he meant from his eyes.

“I can’t- remember anything. I don’t know who anyone is…it’s not fair!” She shouted, sobbing into her good arm on the table.

Akito looked at her through the mirror. “Amnesia’s a common thing. Don’t worry; you’ll get your memory back.”

Still sobbing, the girl looked up at him and saw his intent gaze. “Akito…”

“Yeah?”

“Were you- are you my boyfriend?” She asked sincerely.

He thought a second before answering. “No.”

She seemed to catch a sad look in his face, but figured it was the light. Yeah, she was sure it was the light. “Good because I want to ask Naozumi if he will be.”

A shocked Akito turned to face her. “What?!”

“Yeah, sure. Don’t you think we’d make a good couple?” She asked, smiling under her puffy red eyes.

All Akito really wanted was to see her smile. “Whatever.” He said and began to leave.

“Akito?”

The boy paused.

“Thanks for the ice water.”

He continued out.

So he didn’t talk much, but at least he was thoughtful. Sana smiled again when all of a sudden Rei came charging in followed by Tsuyoshi and Naozumi.

“Sana! Why didn’t you tell me you hurt your wrist?”

“Don’t worry, Rei. It’s fine. Akito just came and left some ice water for it. See?” She said, holding up her hurt hand. This time the sudden shock of warm blood sent the throbbing hand back into the water.

“No! Sana, it’s all my fault! Please forgive me! I shouldn’t have let you go on!” Naozumi grabbed his trumpet and started blowing forcefully into it as hard as he could.

Everyone plugged up their ears as the loud music thundered throughout the room. Finally, Sana motioned for him to stop. “Thanks, really, Naozumi! That was great!” Blushing, she smiled wide. The others relaxed to the sudden quietness.

“I think we better get that bound better.” Rei said, ignoring the trumpet boy and looking around cautiously for the Hayama monster.

“I’m okay, really. Don’t worry about it.” She replied, shaking the good wrist up and down.

“Still…”

“Hey Sana, you did really well at ad-libbing. I almost thought it was real!” Tsuyoshi piped up.

They all dropped to the floor.

“He’s usually the quick one…” Babbit said sadly in a corner.

After her hand was finally satisfactorily bandaged, they left and climbed into the car, not realizing Akito was already there.

“I don’t know why, but it feels like we’re forgetting something…” Sana looked around frantically, trying to figure it out. She leaned way over the front seats to make sure nothing was missing. “But how would I know?” She laughed.

Just as she plopped back down, a voice said, close, “Sana.”

She jumped up, pigtails flying, arms in defense. “What the heck? Akito! When did you get here?! Oh that’s what we forgot… Akito. He-he.” Blushing slightly, she turned away.

“Sana.” He repeated slowly.

“Yeah?”

“You’re still in your costume.” He had noted the short skirt when she was leaning over the seats...

Sana looked down and saw he was right. “Oh! I guess I kinda forgot because of my wrist. It’s gotta be that amnesia thing.” At that moment her stomach decided to growl louder than a bear.

“Yeah! Sana, I’m hungry, too. Rei, can we get something to eat? How ‘bout you Akito?” Tsuyoshi asked.

“Sure.”

“Okay, guys. Where do you want to go?” Rei asked, driving.

“Hey, I know! What about that new Asian place? I hear they have really spicy food!” Tsuyoshi exclaimed.

Sana was looking out the window as the buildings went by, and one seemed to stand out from the rest. The word ‘sushi’ flashed in neon letters. “Hey, what about there?” She asked, pointing.

Akito knew immediately where they were. “Sushi?” His eyebrows went up.

“Yeah, this place looks good.” Rei parked the car.

“But- what about- Asian…” Tsuyoshi looked back and forth quickly. “Oh, well.” He
sighed and followed the rest outside.

“Ya can’t have everything you know!” Babbit popped up. “Hello? Doesn’t anybody pay attention to me anymore?” He said, while trying to hold back his tears.

As they went inside, Sana noticed the crowd of people. At first glance she had the feeling to disguise herself. Why would she do that?

“Here they come.” Akito said, obviously very bored.

“Who? What are ya talkin’ about?”

At that moment, a swarm of people, (mostly girls) came running up to Sana as
quickly as bees to honey.

“Sana!” “It’s her! It’s really her!” “Sana!” “Could we get your autograph?” They all chorused at once.

“Eh! Sure!” Sana said, blushing.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Sana could nearly see a leopard’s ears and tail pop out of the boy.

After everyone had their ‘Share of Sana’, the three sat down to eat.
Rows of sushi lay out before them, everything from shrimp to squid and beef to
salmon.

“Yeah! Time to let my body know who’s boss and chow down!”

Akito, with a glaze over his hazel eyes, said monotonely, “Sushi.”

“You sure like sushi, don’t you?” She asked him.

“I don’t hate it.” He replied, not looking away from the food.

‘If he doesn’t hate it, that must mean he doesn’t like it very much, either. But then why does he keep staring at it like that?’ Sana wondered. ‘I got it! Oh wait… I guess I don’t. Too much thinking and not enough eating!’ “Let’s eat! Hey, where’d it all go?” She asked, head turning quickly side to side at the table which was void of its food.


“We already have, Sana.” Tsuyoshi looked over at her, stomach full.

“That sure was good!” Rei agreed, his sunglasses falling some.

“But that means there’s none… left… for me?” She asked, looking around.

Akito glanced up. “Have some of mine.” He pushed the plate toward her.

“Really? Aww! That’s so sweet! And here I thought you were nothin’ but a- now where’d it go?”

Babbit appeared, stomach full, snoring, snot bubble inflating and deflating.

“You stupid bat! I wanna eat too!” She pulled a red and yellow plastic mallet from her pocket and whacked the little creature as hard as she could, which made him cough up all he had just eaten. Amazingly, it hadn’t changed a bit. “Now! A feast fit for a queen!”

In the background, a bat with a coughing fit is grossing everyone into leaving.

“Well it looks you’re getting back to your normal self. That’s good.” Said Rei.

Sana lifted up her chopsticks about to put a piece of sushi in her mouth.

“You do realize that’s half digested by another species?” Akito asked, amazingly not really hungry anymore.

“I don’t care! It’s food and I’m eatin’ it!” Sana stuffed the sushi in all at once. “Uh… are you gonna eat that?” She pointed to the rest of his food. Officially grossed out, he gave her the rest. “Thanks!”

The manager of the (sushi) bar came up just then and bowed. “Excuse me, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave. It seems your- uh- bat is making everyone sick. Also there’s no animals allowed here.”

“What about her?” Akito asked, straight faced.

This time, she pulled the mallet out on him. “What’s that supposed to mean, huh? Come back here you stupid- stupid boy!” She chased him around the whole restaurant, kicking up dust and chairs as they went.

“Um… I’m sorry, sir.” Rei apologized. “Here. This should cover everything from then. And everything from… them.” He handed the man a check.

Upon glancing at the slip of paper, the older man immediately bowed again. “Thank you, sir! Please! Forgive me! You’re welcome here anytime. And bring your little friend, too!” He said, producing Babbit on a velvety red pillow surrounded by fresh sushi.

Akito pulled to a screeching halt in front of the pillow, eyebrow raised. “Sushi?”

“Don’t even think about it, punk! This is mine!” Babbit pushed it all behind him.

Unfortunately, Sana finally found her chance and hit Akito on the head. Two band-aids (*heh-hum. Excuse me- HEAL-aids) appeared criss-crossed where she had hit him. “Ow.”

“It serves you right! I’m no animal!”

“Then what do you call what happened back there?” Babbit asked.

“I call that none of your business!” This time when she smacked the bat, it knocked him out.

“I’m a beautiful butterfly…” His eyes turned to x's.

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After dropping off Tsuyoshi at his house, Sana watched out the window of the car as the sun set.

‘I wonder if I ever watched it before. If I stopped to admire the colors and the feel of the sun as it said good-night to the world. Will I ever know who I really am? What about me do I know so far? I’m famous. I’m hyper. I’m almost thirteen. According to Tsuyoshi and a little from Akito I have other friends, too. Aside from the blue-haired boy… Naozumi. Aya is one. I’ll see the rest tomorrow. What else? I live in a big house. I love singing… Argh! Why is he watching me?’ She turned to the leopard-eared boy. “What?”

“Nothing.” He turned away. “Funny how you would always notice it before.”

“Notice what?”

“My hands.”

“Huh?” looking down, she realized his hand was on her leg. How long had that been there? “What the heck are you doing you pervert! Keep your filthy hands to your self!” She jumped to the front seat as a scared Rei weaved all over the road.

“Wha- what happened?” He asked when he could finally breathe.

“That pervert Akito just touched me!”

“What? It was right there…” The boy replied.

“You should keep raging hormones to yourself you- you baka!

“Shouldn’t you look up words before you them?” He asked.

“That’s it! Hayama, you’re getting off right here!” Rei swerved to the side of the road. “How dare you try to take Sana’s innocence prematurely!”

“Prematurely, huh? Besides, my house is three feet away.” He jumped out quick before the man could say anything else.

“I swear! That Hayama kid gets worse every time I see him! Sana, I wish you wouldn’t hang out with him anymore.”

She looked over at Akito as he walked, hands in his pockets, tail of a leopard twitching as he walked away. “Humph!” She turned when he glanced back.
When they pulled up in front of the house, Sana’s jaw dropped. “I live here?!”

“That’s right. Along with Misako (you call her Mama), Mrs. Shamura (she’s the cook and maid), Maro (that’s Misako’s chipmunk), and me.”

“Wow. That’s a lot of people for one house. Then again, it’s a big house!”

As they walked through the front door, Sana was greeted by a beautiful woman with a strange hat/hairstyle driving a mini red convertible around the foyer. “Hello, dear! Rei called and told me all about your ‘accident’.” She drove up right in front of Sana and pulled a fan out from her kimono’s sleeve to cover her face. “Is it true you have amnesia?”

“Uh-huh. I can’t remember a thing!”

“Oh my! We’ll have to do something about that… for now- Shamura! We need something special for this special amnesiac!”

“Is that even a word?” Babbit asked.

“Of course it is. After all, I am the author! Hahahaha! Oh yes, and this is Maro.” A small house was perched on the woman’s head and a chipmunk came out to greet Sana.

She put her hand out, which Maro grabbed to shake, and then kiss.

“Oh my, what a gentleman!” Sana exclaimed.
Mama pulled forward a bit then reversed. “Oh, I almost forgot. This is my editor. He’s been on my tail for a few days now, but don’t mind him. Gotta run!” Sure enough, on the tail of the little car was a man holding on for dear life begging her for her script.

“Please… I need to turn that story in by tomorrow or I’ll lose my job!”

Mrs. Shamura came in with a tray of tea and cake. “Sana, if you come and sit in the living room, perhaps we can explain a little more about your past.”

“Alright, I'd loved too!” Sana followed her into the sitting room.

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That night, twelve-and-a-half year old- seventh grade- Sana Kurata- TV star sat in bed watching out the window. ‘When I wake up will I remember who I am? If I’ll know who these wonderful people are? I wanna remember.’ She laid down, staring at her barucha on the bed-side stand. ‘I wonder who the other buttons call...?’

Meanwhile, a few blocks away, thirteen year old Akito Hayama was practicing his karate in the lawn. He had tried breaking a stick in two before, but the result caused him a very hurt hand. However, this time he was sure he could do it. The stick was perched on two bricks, waiting for its ended doom. Akito stared hard at it, knowing he could break it this time. He brought his hand down hard, aiming not for the stick, he realized, but through it. To his surprise, the stick, when struck, bounced up and jabbed him in the eye. “Ow! Darnit!”

Lights came on in the house as his older sister Natsumi woke up. “What was that? Akito, are you okay?”

“I’m fine!” He shouted, holding his eye. “Go back to sleep.” As he went back into the house, he started thinking about earlier. He felt bad for what he had done, but Sana just appeared… He shook his head. It was her own fault for not paying attention.

He walked into the kitchen for a drink of water when he started vibrating up and down. ‘Wha-a-a-t the-e-e he-e-e-elll?’ He thought. ‘How does she know-?’ Akito grabbed his coat and jumped on his bike and pedaled as fast as he could to the Kurata residence. ‘She probably didn’t know what the other buttons did- but still- just to be on the safe side.’

The gates were closed when he got there, and the lights were off except one, but he pushed the button on the gate anyway.

“Yes?” A tired voice came.

“It’s Hayama Akito. I need to see Sana.”

“I’m sorry but Sana’s sleeping right now.”

“Then why’s her light on?” He gave the camera his death glare.

“Ooh… one minute, please.”

The gate swung wide and he went toward the door. He waited for a while, then the door opened and the girl in question came out in her night clothes and hair down. “Yes?” She asked.

“You buzzed?” He replied.

“I did? Oh, that must be the ‘B’ button. Umm- it calls you?”

“Yup.”

“Oh.” Her face went blank. “Why don’t you come in?” She moved so he could go through. “Hey, what happened to your eye?”

He touched it gently. “Nothing.”

“Well obviously something happened to it ‘else it wouldn’t be all puffy and purple. I’ll get some ice.”

She left him standing there as she ran off toward the kitchen.
Akito closed the door behind him and went to the living room. As he sat down, though, he got the feeling that someone- or something- was watching him. “It better not be that stupid bat.” He murmured.

Babbit, sound asleep on his velvety red pillow under Sana’s bed, heard nothing as his snot bubble inflated and deflated.

Akito carefully eyed the room and swore he saw a leaf move on the plant by the
couch. Just as was about to rid the tree of its culprit, Sana came bouncing in with a towel full of ice and a plate of cookies.

“Hey, I brought the ice- what are ya doing?”

“Nothing.” He sat back down.

“Well, here.” She stood over him to see his eye. “It looks like there’s somethin’ jabbed in there pretty good.” She leaned in closer to examine it better. “Ah-ha!” She
caught a splinter in between her nails and yanked it out as Akito winced. “You know as they say- a pie for a pie, right?”

“It's an eye for an eye, idiot.”

“Ah-ahrrgh! Anyways! You brought me ice earlier for my hand and now I’m bringing you ice for your eye. See the coincidence?” She placed the towel gently on his eye.

It was a mistake on her part. If only she could have remembered what had happened on that field trip over a year ago, or that situation a few months ago at the park bench, she would have steered clear of his face. But it was too late.
Akito caught her hand in his and lowered it, looking directly into her surprised face.
Then in flash, he lifted his mouth to hers. It was a shock at first, and Sana tried to reach her red and yellow mallet, but regretfully remembered it was in her room. The next best thing she could find was her barucha. As her finger slid from ‘A’ to ‘B’, however, Akito grabbed her other hand and held both in his, careful not to hurt her bound wrist. She had to do something! Her eyes were beginning to close and a tingling sensation rippled through her body as a feeling of slight déjà vu came over her. Out of desperation, she forced herself backwards and fell, landing directly on the calling device.

“Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.” Akito buzzed up and down along with the couch.

When she finally let go of the button, she ejected, “What’d you do that for? You jerk!” She tossed the ice at him and plopped down on the opposite couch.

“Was it really that bad? Besides, you were right in front of my face…” The ears and tail appeared again.

“Who cares? You should learn to control yourself!” Sana crossed her arms over her chest and turned away.

Akito picked up the ice and held it over his eye. “I only came to help.”

“Help?! Help what? A lot you did!”

“You lost your memory and I’m here to help you get it back.”

“Well, Mama and Mrs. Shamura and Rei already told me a lot.”

“Did they tell you about you? Or only the things you did?”

Sana’s eyes turned to the floor. He was right. She didn’t know how, but he was right. They had told her all about what she had done, accompanied by pictures. But, they didn’t say much about her personality that she could recall. “And you’re here to tell me?” She asked, looking at him.

“If you’ll let me.” He replied, eyes closed.

“Well?”

He opened his eyes and put the towel down. “You like helping people with their problems. You’re considerate. Hyper. Annoying. Loud-“

“Annoying? Loud? I can tell you one thing right now, Hayama! I may be hyper but I’m not loud or annoying!”

“Then why does everyone on the block put in earplugs at night?”

“Dah-!”

“Anyway, you act. I don’t mean just on TV, either. You act when others are around; you hide your true feelings.”

“Why would I do that?”

The boy shrugged, and then stood up. “I can’t tell you that. You’ll have to figure it out on your own. Good night.” He walked toward the door.

“Akito?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks.”

He turned his head back. “It was just a kiss.”

“Akito!”

The door slammed.

This time Sana saw the plant shake a leaf. ‘Why would it do that?’ She wondered, walking up to it. She moved the leaf and Maro, scared, fell to the floor. “Eeeek!” He scrambled past her and up the stairs.

“Oh, no you don’t! Get back here you little beast!” She managed to catch his tail, but Maro slipped out easily and under the door to Mama’s room. Sana placed her mouth at the crack and whispered, “I am not defeated Maro! I will get you- I promise!”

She then marched to her room to lie down. As she drifted off to sleep, she wondered what Akito had said about her acting other than on TV. ‘Oh, well. I’m too tired to figure it out right now.’

Sana dreamed about Naozumi. He stood in front of her in the paperboy costume. “Hi, Sana.” He said, his blue hair sparkling in the moonlight. “Hi.” She replied back, breathlessly. He leaned in closer, and reached across to touch her cheek. “Sana.” He whispered. She leaned into his kiss, and then pulled away, blushing. “Akito.” She said back, and instead of the blue-eyed actor, it was the leopard-eared boy. With his free hand, he pulled out his own mallet and started whacking her on the head very fast, the sound more irritating than ever.
Slowly she opened her eyes but the sound continued, and got louder. Her alarm clock had a hula-dancing pig that shook with the sound. (It sure as heck wasn’t music.)

She slapped the thing to turn it off, and then noticed the time. If it was right, supposedly school started in- “Aaaaaaaah! I’m late!” Sana jumped up as fast as she could and got dressed. She ran downstairs, clouds of dust trailing behind.

Mama appeared in the foyer. “Don’t forget breakfast, Sana. A growing girl your age needs plenty of nutrients to-.”

“Not now, Mama! I gotta get to school!”

“Sana!” Her mother stopped her.

“Yeah?”

“How do you know today is even a school day? Perhaps today is Saturday. Or Sunday.”

“Well that’s silly, Mama. You see, yesterday was Wednesday, which makes today Thursday. So, today’s a school day!”

“How do you know? You have amnesia.”

Sana thought for minute. No one had told what day it was. She was rather confused.

“Sana, did something happen since we talked to you last night?”

“Well, Akito came over, but he just told me a couple of things then left.”

“Are you sure nothing else happened?”

“Well…” She began to blush. “His eye was hurt so I got him some ice and then he kissed me and then I tried to hit him but he got my other hand so I couldn’t so I threw myself backwards and landed on the barucha…” She ran all her words together so they hardly made any sense. The only words her mother actually caught were ‘Akito’ ‘kissed’ ‘backwards’ and ‘barucha’.

“Wait. Do you mean to say he kissed you again?” Mama began thinking hard.

Sana’s face dropped. “What exactly do you mean by ‘again’?”

“Not now, dear; I’m busy pondering this.”

“YES NOW!!! WHAT DO YOU MEAN AGAIN?” For the life of her she couldn’t figure it out. But perhaps that would explain the déjà vu.

“You’d better hurry, Sana. You’ll be late!” Mama pushed her through the door and closed it.
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