I'll start with a one-shot collection and see how it goes from there.
Pardon me if my writing isn't as good as the other fan fics here. Any help would be welcome.
Here are the others:
Crane Game
White Day
Anyway, first up is an Iwanako fanfic attempt with two possible outcomes. I could probably consider this a one-shot with choices.
One Closes, Another Opens
I couldn't do it.
As hard as I tried, I just couldn't bring myself to write. But then, I sort of knew from the get-go that it had "terrible idea" plastered all over it. It wouldn't completely rid me of the guilt I've been feeling ever since that day. Ah, yes. That day.
That was the day when I thought that everything would be alright. After all, I had mustered enough courage to show up and speak to him. I told him that I wanted to go out with him. It was a crucial step towards telling him how I really felt about him. But, it happened. He collapsed. He had a heart attack. Because of me.
Worse, I couldn't even say anything meaningful during his stay in the hospital. Although we would chat occasionally, I couldn't bring myself to speak about that day in the snow. I couldn't apologize. I just sat idly by and said nothing. I stopped visiting him after the 6th week, but I don't know why. Every time I wanted to go... I just could not take that final step to his room. I remained outside, heavily burdened. I heard that he was in there for four months. And I only lasted six weeks. Some person I am. Maybe he has already moved on with life, and maybe that's the way things should be.
My introspection is interrupted by a news report. Apparently, there's going to be a huge festival in Yamaku Academy, a school specially made for the disabled. Everybody's permitted to join in, the report said. Hmm... Yamaku. The name rings a bell. I had overheard in one of my failed visits to his room about this school. Maybe he's there... no, wait, I know he's there. But should I really just write to him and carry on?
No.
I have to go. I have to tell him all these things I wanted to tell him but couldn't.
After a few questions about how to go to Yamaku, I set off. It's now or never.
The long trip to Yamaku should have helped me collect my thoughts better, but instead, it only made me fidgety. I knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to tell him how I really felt, yet a part of me doesn't want to face him out of fear. He probably doesn't want to see me as well. I may just be Iwanako the Heart Breaker to him. I may just be that classmate who lasted longer than the school projects dictated to him. Should I just turn back and go home?
Gah! Iwanako, what are you doing, doubting yourself and him? You're already here! Make the most of it!
I finally make my way to the gates of Yamaku Academy. It's a beautiful place, with lovely architecture and lush, open areas. The festival only accentuates its beauty. Although it's almost evening, the festivities don't seem to have died down. The academy grounds are bustling. Will I be able to find him in here, I wonder? Will I be too late?
I start to look for him in the academy grounds, and after a while, I end up in front of what I assume is the main building with no results. Maybe I didn't look hard enough. Maybe it's just that there are too many people. That aside, it's getting pretty late. Either I start a more meticulous search for him from the grounds or I try to look for a vantage point, like... the roof. Of course. The main building looks like it's still open, and I may have a better chance of pinpointing his location from above, but that would take a fair amount of time. Still, he HAS to be somewhere. I wonder...
> Search the grounds again.
> Search the main building.
- SEARCH THE GROUNDS AGAIN -
I do a much more meticulous search in the academy grounds this time around. I check every nook and cranny for any signs of him. My search first takes me to the stalls and the area surrounding them. I probe around, but it looks like he's not working in the stalls. In fact, he's nowhere near the stalls. I leave immediately and stumble upon the track-and-field oval. He's not there. This is bad. He's not even in the quieter areas of the school where only vegetation and a few benches were to be found. Nowhere! He's nowhere to be found!
My steps start to quicken and I start to panic a little. I return to the busier area of the academy, only to hear screams. Screams of help. The crowd, or at least a large chunk of it, suddenly shifts to the source of the sound, and I follow suit. Maybe he did as well. This could be a bit of a blessing in disguise. The disturbance makes him just a bit easier to find. He could probably be there already, providing assistance to whoever the screaming person is.
I budge my way around the crowd, all of them now gathered towards the source. I hear sobs. This must be bad. Maybe I should try and help out, or at least find out what's going on. Then I can find him.
I finally get in front, and... there he is.
There's no doubt. That's Hisao Nakai. That's the guy I liked, and possibly even loved. The guy I wanted to go out with, months ago... and maybe even today. He's here. In the flesh. After so long.
And he's lying in a pool of blood. Beside him are two terrified girls, one with curled pink hair and one with glasses and short blue hair. Also beside him... a smashed bottle of whiskey.
He... Hisao... is dead.
I manage to ask softly, attempting to choke back tears, "W-w-what... h-happened... here?"
The pink-haired girl beside him, eyes wide open and in shock, could only mumble.
Finally, she manages to utter, "Hi... Hic... Hicchan... Hicchan fell... o-o-off the roof." The girl says no more and begins to sob.
My mouth turns agape. My lips tremble. No way. I couldn't really process this... happening in my mind. I then try to slowly back away from the body, thinking that this is all just a dream, but I can't... because it's not. I just stand there, dead in my tracks. No. This can't be.
I spent this day trying to organize my thoughts and my feelings towards Hisao. I wanted to tell him how I really felt, something I did not do during his time in the hospital. And when the time came... there he was, dead.
I fall on my knees and let everything go.
The night continues and I remain this way, kneeling down and an emotional wreck. His body was already taken to a hospital an hour or two ago, though I doubt that would do any good.
Suddenly, someone taps me in my shoulder.
"It's very l-late..."
The pink-haired girl. Her cheeks are still puffy, but she seems to have calmed down considerably.
“I... know.”
"D-did you know Hicchan?"
"I..."
"Hm?"
"I loved him."
- SEARCH THE MAIN BUILDING -
I take my chances and go to the main building. It's open. Thank goodness. The building is barren, save for the odd soul looking for what seems to be the restrooms and/or wanting to get away from the hustle and bustle outside. I start searching for anything that resembled stairways. After all, there's no way to go but up.
It didn't take long for me to find the stairs to the second floor. Then the third floor. Then, I come across another flight of stairs, possibly to the roof. I start to make my way up. Finding Hisao will be a lot easier if I can get a good view of the grounds from above.
Wait. I hear something. Voices. There are people on the roof. One of the voices sounds familiar. Could it be? I suddenly freeze. It could be him. It could really be him. This could be my chance to make things right. And yet, something's stopping me. Why did I stop? I then realize that I haven't had contact with him ever since the incident. Times have changed. Of course. It's naive of me to think that I can just waltz up there, say what I feel and pull this off just like that.
Maybe it's not really him. Maybe it's just someone who sounds like him. Ah, whatever. You've wasted enough time, Iwanako. Steel yourself already.
Slowly, I make my way up the remaining steps and open the door. It was... an unfamiliar sight. It's Hisao. It really is Hisao. But... there's a bottle of whiskey in his hand. What for? Beside him was a weird-looking guy with huge glasses and a scarf beside him. Must be a classmate of his.
"Hisao!"
Suddenly, the weird-looking guy jumps off his spot and turns in random directions, as if trying to find an assassin ready to unseat him from the throne of political power. "Huh? Who's there?!”
Hisao's reaction is a quick glance. However, after he glances, his body language changes. He seems to freeze for a bit, then proceeds to rub his eyes, obviously in disbelief over having seen me here in Yamaku. We've never really gotten in touch since those past months, so I guess that's normal. His eyes widen.
“N-no way... Iwanako? W-w-what... are you doing here?”
“Who's this 'Iwanako' that you speak of?!”
A moment of awkward silence and staring follows. I try to break the silence.
“Hisao, I-”
“Is that what I think it is? A female?!”
The weird guy starts to move with an even greater sense of threat. Hisao attempts to move away from him, but just as he does that, he stumbles a bit. He starts to breathe heavily and clutch his chest. Could he be... no! Not now, damn it! Not again! I don't want to be known as the Heart Breaker again!
He calms down, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
Slowly but surely, he walks towards me, still carrying an air of shock and disbelief around him. It looks like he's managed to suppress a bit of his shock, but his arms and legs are still shaking a bit.
“Kenji, I have to go. I'll be seeing you, man. Good luck with that feminist thing or whatever.”
Hisao then gives me a brief signal to come with him.
“What the hell?! T-t-this 'Iwanako' must be the ambassador of the Feminist Liberation Army, and she's clearly trying to declare war on me by taking you with her?! Are you really going to submit to them and leave me as the only true bro in the world?! Gah! Impossible! I-I-I will not stand for this intrusion...!”
The weird guy's voice trails off as Hisao accompanies me back to the campus grounds, and I find something to eat for both of us. He then leads me to a spot near the track-and-field oval and we sit down.
Silence. Again. I'm afraid. Afraid of repeating the same process of just making small talk without really telling him how I feel. I'm afraid of what he thinks of me. I fidget a little. But, I know that I have to do this. Now.
"H-Hisao, I... uh...”
He's still awestruck, but he manages to cut me off mid-conversation. Slowly, he asks, "Is... this... real? Is it... really you?” He stops for a moment and grumbles to himself, “Gah, what am I saying? Of course it's real. That's her.” He then regains his composure and slowly, but surely, asks, “What... are you doing here?”
I speak up, “I... found out that there was a festival in Yamaku.”
More silence. This isn't good. But he notices this and tries his best to regain his composure and continue the conversation.
“You went here alone?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to... talk to you. About-”
“My heart attack?”
“I'm sorry.”
Hisao remains silent, a bit lost in thought, even.
He continues, “It wasn't your fault, Iwanako.”
I only manage to look at him. Damn. I have to say something.
“It's not... just that. I've... been wanting to tell you something. Something I should've told you a long time ago.”
“It's okay. Take your time.”
“Do you remember those... six weeks? Those six weeks of visiting you in the hospital?” I try to follow up, but no words come out of my mouth. Damn it. This is difficult.
“Is... something the matter?”
“It's just that... there was something... about you. Something odd.”
“Odd? What do you mean?”
I force myself to speak out.
“It looked like... while you were just lying there, y-you... looked like you wanted to give up on life. You... wanted to submit to your condition.” The words become easier to say. “You didn't want to be happy anymore. You drifted farther and farther away. I kept trying to visit you until you got out, but after a while, I felt so guilty that I couldn't even approach your door on the following weeks. I wasn't really gone, I was just..."
My voice cracks and tears start to run down my face.
"I just... didn't know what to do or what exactly to say. I couldn't even say anything on what happened during that snowy day. I felt awful. I felt like I was just that girl who gave you that letter and wanted to go out with you, no more. I didn't want you to think of me that way, but I unconsciously did."
I fall silent again. Hisao, on the other hand... looks like he's been hit by a truck. His expressions shift from shock to grief to blankness. I must have said something wrong.
Finally, he speaks, “I... you're right.” That's all he could say. He's still lost.
My tears dry up. I get rid of the lump in my throat. "I-I want to tell you this now, even though it's easier said than done... Don't give up. Don't let your condition define who you are now and who you will be in the future. Don't shut your life out on others. Nobody would want that. Our friends wouldn't want to hear that. I wouldn't want to hear that. You're still the Hisao Nakai I knew and liked very much during our second year, and I want you to continue being that Hisao Nakai. No, wait, I want you to be more than that. I want you to go beyond your arrythmia. Be the best Hisao Nakai you can be. There's really no other way to go but up."
I let out a long sigh, relieved that I've said my piece. But all that follows is silence. It feels like time has come to a grinding halt.
He then takes me by surprise, wrapping his arms around me. I feel a teardrop on my shoulder.
"Thank you, Iwanako. I... understand now."
We remain like this for a few minutes. Eventually, I speak again.
"Y-you know, Hisao..."
"Yes?"
"I still want to go out with you. If it's okay with you, and if it's possible."
Before my thoughts are filled with fear over the result that happened the first time I said this... he snaps me out of it.
"Sure. Why not?"
And with that, the heaviest of my burdens, a burden I've been carrying ever since that incident, has been lifted. Right now, I don't want to go anywhere, except in Hisao's arms. The fireworks were, more or less, complimentary.
I wanna know what parts seemed unnatural (besides Iwanako magically knowing everything in the academy despite never going there before) to you.
I couldn't really decide on whether the present tense or the past tense made a better presentation of the story... and now when I think about it, it is better off in the present tense. I was having a hard time with past tenses. 
