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Got a request for re-upload of the PDF, and I am nothing if not lazy and easily distracted so it's taken a few weeks. Anyway, here.

First, thanks to everyone who has taken the time to read. It's long, and I appreciate the time commitment. Second, thanks to anyone who has said anything kind. Not much more I can say. Thank you very much. Finally, gecko, you gave me what I'm looking for out of this. Thank you for not only reading ...

Yeah, I effed the forum software pretty good with this one. I thought I'd fixed it, but apparently not.

Whole thing in a .pdf if you want to finish.

Man, that looks really good. Don't color it, it looks great this way. I like how stark it is, and also no pupils is my fetish.

The long train ride across Tokyo was a blur. The pain behind Hisao's eyes continued to batter him; he longed for sleep, for the sweet embrace of unconsciousness. Watching lights pass by just aggravated the pain. Resting his head in his hands offered no solace; for the rest of the interminable trip ...

Passing time at a café somewhere near the karaoke bar started to grate on Hisao almost immediately. A steaming hot coffee sat in front of him, untouched, along with some sort of pastry the waitress had recommended. He happened to be the only customer in the place at the moment, and had more than an ...

Morning came too quickly, and Hisao spent the workday fighting off drowsiness. Numbers upon numbers, from morning until evening, without even a break for lunch. Scribble, type, yawn. Repeat. "I have a doctor's appointment, so I have to leave early." No one looked twice. A clear sky, glowing red with ...

"I'm sorry, Hisao, but there was nothing we could do." The nurse's voice sounds as hollow as Hisao feels. "Shizune was dead before she hit the ground, and your son..." Tiny blue hands; a lifeless face, innocent in its stillness. "There was nothing we could have done, even if Shizune had survived ...

At first, the envelope seemed innocuous, even mundane. It wasn't unusual for Hisao to have mail or documents left on his desk, so that cool Monday morning he just brushed it aside and set down his briefcase, shaking off his coat and the wintery cold outside. November already. Black leather briefcase ...

Hisao and four other men sat on one side of a long, rectangular table. Across from them were Akiko, Mafuyu, Natsuko, Haruko, and Shiina – Shiina, of course, being the only person Hisao had ever met before. In contrast, the girls all knew each other from work; the men seemed to be acquaintances, as w ...

Shiina finally found the door she was looking for and stepped through, trying not to draw too much attention to herself. Closing the door behind her and looking around tentatively, she beheld a small, tidy office with a handful of people working at cheap-looking desks. She fanned herself with one ...

Pills. An endless array of pills. Hisao looks at the handful of pills and grimaces, baring his teeth at the prospect of taking medication for the rest of his life as much as the oblong objects in his palm. ‘Well, you gotta do what you gotta do, I guess. Down the hatch.' One swallow of water to f ...

"And finally," echoes Misha's voice throughout the gymnasium, "to all the underclassmen:" Hisao watches from the floor, sitting with the rest of his classmates, ready to graduate. Misha and Shizune are up on the dais – the mute Student Council President and her interpreter – speaking to the ass ...

Shiina led him to a nice piano bar, cheerful despite the dim lighting. It was crowded, the air slightly hazy from a few cigarette smokers scattered about the room, but customers spoke quietly amongst themselves and a somber tune emanated from the small black piano at the back. A tiny hardwood dance ...

Meant to get this finished before the game dropped. My bad. This is terribly, terribly long. At almost 30,000 words, if you can actually make it all the way through, you're a winner in my book. Big thanks to Duane and Kirby for proofreading. I owe you big time. And thanks to the forum software for ...