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On Wednesday, all the hallways and classrooms were still buzzing with animated talk about the dance, but after the announcement of the principal's conditions the day before, most conversations were now centred about who had asked whom to be their dance partner. In this, Yamaku obviously was just lik...

We were still talking animatedly amongst each other when we finally arrived back in our own classroom, just as all the other classes probably did. After Rin's curt statement, the assembly had transformed into a pandemonium of voices and gestures – the latter ones by the deaf students among us, who h...

“This is, without any doubt, the stupidest idea I have ever heard coming from a grown-up person. Especially when it's from a teacher who really should know better.” As the entire assembly recovered from their shock and looked for the person who had just uttered such a crushing verdict, I found mysel...

To all those who have entered here, seeking entertainment, know this... The wonderful story and characters of Katawa Shoujo are not mine to own and I'm not one of those extraordinary people responsible for their creation – just like the main character in this story, I am walking in the steps of peop...

Two weeks later, I stood on a platform at Tokyo Station, awaiting the arrival of the Super-Shinkansen from Toyama. When it finally entered the station, I drew up the collar of my coat to shield myself against the gale of snow thrown up by the force of the braking train. As expected, the two women I ...

For the next two hours, Mrs. Nakai kept on telling me about her husband's career, about their life together and his dedication to find a way to counter the various disorders in the human genome, which could cause physical or mental disabilities. While listening to that topic, I silently praised the ...

After two more weeks, the elation our story had caused slowly began to subside. Okayama had pondered sending me to Stockholm to cover the Nobel ceremony or commissioning Miki and me to turn our material into a book, but other events had sidelined those plans. To be honest, I appreciated a break sinc...

Back on the road, Miki started replaying her CommPhone recordings and made some notes while I steered the car southwards. After some time, I realized that the electronic playback had stopped and I looked over to her. Miki was quietly staring down at her plastic hand lying in her lap; the phone had s...

Wresting my mind away from Lilly's past exploits, I entered her office with the three women ahead of me. Lilly was feeling her way into a big swivel chair while Hanako sat down on the edge of another chair next to Lilly. Miki started rummaging in her bag, drawing out her CommPhone after a moment. Ju...

The following day, Miki and I were once again leaving Tokyo in a hired car, bound north for our final interview. Miki had already called Lilly Satou earlier and fixed a meeting with her in Tokyo, but that had been before our decision not to separately interview Hisao Nakai's former classmates, so we...

As we sat down and I drew out my CommPhone to record our conversation, Misha addressed us again. “Miss Hakamichi – Shizune – suggests we use first names in our interview as Miki and we were classmates once. She also said we'll be glad to talk about our time with Hisao with you, Mr. Inari - Kazuo. Fr...

Two days later, Miki and I once again sat in the anteroom of a large office building in downtown Tokyo – but unlike Okayama's labyrinthine den with its crowded smelly corridors, these halls exuded an air of tranquility and professionalism, just like a brand-new machine eagerly expecting to fulfill t...

My reveries were interrupted by Miki, who had already taken out her CommPhone and activated the recording function. Emi was just telling her friend that, since the three women called each other by their first names and she had offered me the same, Rin and I should also do that. “...if you're okay wi...

The engine of the hired electric car purred steadily as I crossed another bridge, squinting through the early November mist. Next to me, Miki was lazing in her seat, looking sleepily at the coastal scenery. I decelerated slightly to cast a glance on the navigational screen, which confirmed my estima...

Early next morning, Miki and I sat in front of a corner office in Shinjuku, both concentrated on the difficult task ahead of us. After several minutes of waiting, the door opened and the bulky figure of Hiroshi Okayama stepped out. As Miki and I rose from our seats to greet him, I once again thought...