Devil on the Run (part 4) 
A Kodomo No Omocha (on crack ^_~) fanfic  
By Iris C - angelscythe02@yahoo.com 
Completed: July 14th, 2001 
 
DISCLAIMER: Veeerrryyy angsty. Veeerrryyy Sappy. Sexual innuendos. 
Violence. Adult  themes. Bleak end. Sad end. Bad end. Complicated end. 
Please look out for yourself. ^^;; 
 
Author's insane notes: Hi guys! *waves* How have you been?!?! Hope it 
wasn't too long of a wait for you! *angry mob chokes iris* Oh you love 
me!! *cough* You really... *chokes* love  *chokes* me!!! *falls* 
Mawahahahaha...lol. Sorry, erratic today. Guess what??! I just got five  
volumes of subbed Kodocha and am now on a mission to brainwash everyone 
with KNO nonsense! *Winks at Jess, points at Akuma with a WICKED grin* 
You fell for it Weif!!  Hahahahahaha!! I brainwashed you!! 
Hahahahaha!!! Without any help from any long haired  girly looking 
Marron/Tai/Raiha/Aya 'bishounen'. O.o  
 
Author's somewhat rational notes: Sorry it took forever to get this 
chapter out. Gomen, gomen, gomen nasai minna. The plotting kind of went 
down hill and I just ignored it for a month. The fact that my computer 
crashed for while didn't help either. But everyone! Meet my new 
computer, Sony Vaio…ooohhhh…*hugs* her PC. I love this thing!! …(Till 
if crashes ^.~)  Upon the contents of this chapter, all the 
justification I can give as of now is - they are 22. ;o) Also, Sana may 
seem a bit OOC in this, but then I think the situation is severe enough 
for her to not break into one of her 'comedy attacks', but then I could 
very well see Sana doing a rap on her death bed. Lol. Okay, OOC.  
 
  
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Life sucks. That's all I can say right now with my limited ability to 
think. It's not that I can't think, it's just that every time I think I 
see Sana's face yesterday: surprised, pensive, enraged, disgusted, 
disappointed, then completely silent as she ran upstairs away from me. 
So here I am again, blinking amidst the fever inducing sunlight, never 
able to awoken from my incessant nightmare. Trailing down stairs, I 
cringed as my leg felt like a big stick. On the table sat a huge sign 
that said, 'READ'. I hopped toward it and found a note, written in 
messy kanji.  
 
'Hayama, I'm off to get you some clothes, and food. Be back by noon. 
~Sana' 
 
Impassive, an apathetic Sana is worse than an angry Sana. I sighed then 
slid on to the coach. For a while, I just stared into spacing, 
inquiring on the how's and why's.  
 
'DING DONG-'  
 
Huh?  
 
'DING DONG'  
 
Could it be Sana already? I looked at the clock, it was only 10 a.m. 
and didn't Sana have a key?  
 
'DING DONG DING DONG DING DONG-'  
 
Whether out of annoyance or not, I grabbed the plastic baseball bat and 
made my way toward the wooden door, cursing as stings from my wound 
traveled all through my body. I could have tried to figure out Sana's 
security system and have whoever's face displayed in front of me, but I 
didn't. I just swung the door open.  
 
It was him, cradling a dozen roses. 
 
"You," I said in a dry voice, not trying to suppress any hint of 
annoyance.  
 
He stepped back and let his banquet of roses fall, apparently in shock. 
"What...what are you doing here? Where's Sana?" 
 
"Out shopping," I said frankly.  
 
"But- how could-, how could that be? She said she was sick with a fever 
over 100C, and she was losing her vision and coughing out chickens and 
growing warts and..."  
 
?  
 
"And you believed her?"  
 
?  
 
"Where is she?"  
 
"Out shopping."  
 
"Why are you here?"  
 
I shrugged. "Found my way."  
 
He furrowed his eyebrows. "She has an important interview today, did 
you influence her and tricked her to not come? Sana has a very 
successful career right now, Hayama Akito, and she's worked hard for 
it. Don't you dare try to-"  
 
"Kamura," I cut in then grabbed his fallen roses. "I'll tell her you 
came, ja," I slammed the door shut.  
 
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Kamura and I never got along, I know that much. An unobservant eye 
would say it is caused by our perpetual competition with Kurata. 
Sometimes I do think that's true, but other times, like now, I know 
Kamura and I are unable to get along because we are just too different. 
Either way, I don't think it's my loss; he'll always be the purple 
haired freak in my book. I frowned. Why am I like this? Why do I always 
cast people out, or ignore them altogether? At least Kamura had the 
guts to cling on to Kurata all these years. At least Kamura isn't timid 
to call her Sana. At least he's not a killer like you... 
 
I took the note out of the bundle of roses. 'Sana, hope you'll feel 
better. The crew misses you, but I miss you the most. ~love, Naozumi.' 
 
I stuck the note back; a sick feeling crawled up from my stomach. "It 
doesn't matter," I told myself sternly. "It doesn't matter anymore." 
Nothing mattered anymore, nothing except Ichibin. I let the roses fall 
on Sana's table. This is all distraction. I don't need this. I don't 
care. I have to get out of here. I have to save Ichibin and that's it.  
 
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I wasn't surprised to find my apartment trashed tactlessly. Everything 
seemed to have either been smashed or flung. My eyes eventually trailed 
up upon the back of the door, where a knife held a piece of paper, 
Kimura and his histrionic ways. 
 
'Itoki Harbor. Friday. 9:00 p.m. Be there if you want to see Ichibin. 
Be on time if you to see him in one piece.'  
 
I narrowed my eyes, crumbling the paper until it was soft. The 
precarious piece of scrap ended up against the wall while I crouched 
down, thoughts teeming through my head. 'I'm sorry, Ichibin. Why did I 
do the things I did? What am I going to do?'  
 
"Hayama."  
 
I nearly jumped at the soft voice. "Sa...Sana," my heart was pounding 
louder than my thoughts.  
 
"I knew...I knew you would be here," she wore a sad smile. "I knew you 
would leave without saying goodbye."  
 
"..."  
 
"Hayama ...Why?"  
 
"I...I don't deserve you."  
 
Sana laughed, a mirthless laugh. "It's funny, part of me...part of me 
would like to, hurt you really really bad for all the things you did, 
really really bad," she dropped her head, her voice fluctuating to an 
unusual vulnerable tone. "And then...another part of me, Hayama, 
another part of don't want to care. Another part of me just want you to 
stay with me. I just want you to stay with me. Hayama... Don't leave, 
not just like this, please don't leave me...I'm so afraid," she was 
crying now, guileless and shaking, diving into me. "Onegai...don't 
leave..."  
 
I swung an arm around her as she searched for any hints of assurance. 
In a small voice, she continued. "Ichibin-kun will be okay, he will be 
okay. We could-"  
 
Ichibin. The name froze in my mind. Ichibin is with them...  
 
I pushed Sana away abruptly, shaking my head. "I can't do this, I can't 
do this!" I nearly yelled, and nearly crumbled when I saw Sana's broken 
face. "You..." gomen, Sana. "You don't need me. Kamura can take care of 
you. You don't need me. Kamura loves you. I'm nothing but-"  
 
As if I had tapped on her ire, she exploded. "Iie! Hayama! Why are we 
here again? Naozumi-kun are just friends. I don't care if he loves me! 
I don't care. I love you Hayama! I loved you four years ago and love 
you now. I'm not going to pretend anymore! I'm not going to put on a 
smiling mask and let you slip away again! Do you know how many night 
I've cried myself to sleep because of you, and then waking up in the 
morning smiling for the slight hope that you will be back again, and 
that you would love me again...love me like I love you."  
 
Love me like... I love you.  
 
I closed my eyes and ruminated, so confused, I was so confused. Every 
nerve in my body pulsated and shook until my brain was in frenzy. 
Moaning, I pressed my hands hard against my face, against my cheekbones 
in search of control. I didn't know what to do anymore; everything was 
crashing down and burning right in front of me. No matter what I do, no 
matter how I react, it always ends up with hallow feeling. 
 
And then I felt her hand, reaching up to my cheek, so gentle and 
placating.  
 
'I want to be there for you too...' her voiced echoed in my mind.  
 
And this time it was I that dove against her, like a child that has 
lost his soul. She cradled me nonetheless, allowing my throbbing 
thoughts to sort out against her munificence. I suppose we had made an 
odd image, a man like a child enclosed in a woman's arms, but I didn't 
care. All I knew was that it felt right. Sana didn't have to say a word 
but she healed me. Every time I'm with her, she heals me. I brought my 
hand to her hair, trailing it to the tip of her lips, then brought my 
own lips against them. I love you, Sana. I wanted to say, but I didn't, 
I couldn't, but I can show her. Cautiously, I lowered her to the 
ground, working my lips down her neck then toward the crevasse of her 
breasts. Sana moaned softly, but didn't protest as I unbuttoned her 
shirt, and then the rest. With her eyes closed, she pulled me closer 
and started to undress me. Motions turned to desire, pain vanished to 
illusion; caressing, brushing, moaning, kissing. Love you, love you, I 
told her silently, drawing myself into her.  
 
Love you, love you.  
 
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I stared as she slept. A half curved smile. At peace. An angel. For a 
second I wondered what it would like to be Sana, to be so carefree, so 
pure, and yet so giving. I would love to be her, she can always find a 
way to make people smile, shed their grief, but sometimes I wonder how 
much of her has been robbed by simply giving so much.  
 
I grabbed my jacket. And sometimes I wonder where reality really lied.  
 
"Ai shiteru," I whispered. "Ai shiteru, Sana."  
 
Then left.  
 
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After a day of aimless wandering (and getting some necessary arsenal), 
I arrived at the Itoki Harbor. My face was solemn and apathetic, 
otherwise known as a miserable attempt to block out reality and what I 
was going to do.  
 
"Hayama-san," the satirizing voice made me want to punch something, 
precisely, him. "My, you are fifteen minutes early. Are we eager or 
what?"  
 
I turned to face Kimura. "Where is Ichibin?"  
 
A chortle. "Oh, don't worry. The kid's doing fine. You'll see him when 
the mission's complete. You'll see him if you do your part right."  
 
"Heh. What's coming in?" I asked.  
 
"Mostly amphetamine, some heroin, and some cocaine."  
 
"That's one hell of a dangerous ship, couldn't you at least tried to 
disguise it?"  
 
"You're not the boss anymore, Hayama-san, and it'll cost me a lot of 
money disguising it."  
 
Greedy bastard.  
 
"Fine," I peered over at where the other guys were. "I need someone to 
look out security for me."  
 
"Hidaki'll do it, as usual," a grin.  
 
"All right," I rooted out my cigarette. "I'm on it. Tell him to be at 
the control room at nine something."  
 
In order to succeed at anything in this life, you need wits. While I 
had intelligence and brawn, I was definitely short on the wits 
department. Ichibin would have solved this dilemma in a matter of 
minutes; performing something like using his expressional face to 
distract the security. Something I can never succeed in doing. So I 
took the easy way out and busted my way into the control room, hacking 
into the system so the security couldn't tell the difference between a 
baseball cap and a kilo of crack.  
 
Hidaki soon arrived with his usual noncommittal face.  
 
"Is it here yet?" I asked.  
 
"Hai."  
 
I sighed in relief. Maybe this won't be so bad, maybe I can get out of 
here with Ichibin unscathed, aside from a forever marred soul that is. 
But then, I've long sold my soul to the devil, so what the hell is the 
difference if I commit another sin? 
 
The ship moved in slow, blinking with dim lights, seconds soon turned 
into minutes, and minutes soon turned into hour as it finally hit the 
harbor.  
 
"Where's Ichibin?" I demanded, grabbing Kimura by the shoulder.  
 
"Chill out, Hayama, he's just fine, and you'll see him soon enough. 
Right after I receive my paycheck."  
 
I scowled but didn't argue. We watched as the ship touching the harbor 
and the familiar loading scenes between the workers. The interactions 
were mundane as I waited impatiently. The following scenes however, 
turned out to be anything but mundane.  
 
"This is the Police," a loud speaker sparked to life. "You are 
surrounded, I repeat, you are surrounded. This attempt smuggle of 
illegal drugs has been seized by the Police. You have a  choice to 
raise both hands up and come to an open area of the harbor for..."  
 
Kimura darted his eyes right at my, clutching his fists. "YOU!!! You 
told didn't you?!!?"  
 
I was too dumbfounded to reply, how did they know? How did…they… before 
I could sort out anything, a punch was connected.  
 
"You bastard!! You told them!"  
 
I clenched my teeth. I was losing it fast. "Fuck it, Kimura! It was 
your stunt! You're the one that planned it and I'd be damned if I lie 
and say I did, although I just might take the credit!!"  
 
"It was you wasn't it?!?"  
 
"Fuck no!" I yelled while the speakers blasted, the other members of 
the gang were all  flustered, in ambivalence of what to do. "I don't 
give a damn! Where's Ichibin!?!?"  
 
Kimura got up.  
 
"WHERE'S ICHIBIN!?" I cocked my gun at his back. He froze. "WHERE?? 
Show me!"  
 
He peered back at me, a look of rancor.  
 
"SHOW ME!!" I screamed. 
 
Kimura showed me, Ichibin was beat up and left at the basement of the 
harbor.  
 
"Ichibin..." I murmured, fumbling toward him. "Ichi-" I felt a sting in 
my leg.  
 
"You ruined it for me, Hayama! Ruined it!" Kimura held a gun in his 
hand, looking slightly psychotic. "You have everything in the world 
already! Everything! But you are too selfish to let me any of it huh? 
Well, I'm going to make you pay for it now…I'm going to make you pay 
for it!!!!!"  
 
"Akito..." I heard Ichibin whisper weakly.  
 
I held my head; shots and sirens rang just above us. "It's over Kimura, 
they are going to get us, both of us."  
 
Kimura laughed. "Sure they will, but they'll love me if I kill you, 
don't you think?"  
 
I crawled to Ichibin.  
 
"YOU DON'T THINK I WOULD SHOOT DO YOU!?!? YOU THINK I'M TOO  
SCARED TO SHOOT YOU DON'T YOU?" Kimura screamed, aiming his gun at me.  
 
"AKITO!!!" Ichibin dove in front of me as a bullet slashed the 
atmosphere in half, resting somewhere in Ichibin.  
 
"ICHIBIN!" I screamed. "ICHIBIN!"  
 
Blood…everywhere…Ichibin…I hate you Ichibin, why... 
 
Kimura laughed. "Well, so the weasel protected you again huh?!? Fine 
then, if that's-"  
 
Another shot was made.  
 
Kimura fell, with blood exuding out his mouth. "You..."  
 
I dropped the gun on the ground.  
 
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> To be continued… (told ya it was bleak) 
 
After notes: once again, I apologize for the long delay. Also, this is 
probably unrealistic, but I've decided against going undercover in a 
gang and found it how it really works.  
 
^_~ Ja na, minna!  
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