Hesmiyu's Extras - Watcher In The Snow - 2018/08/26

[Hesmiyu]

This is a little thread where I will be putting all my little Extra's/One-Shots. Some may include artwork that I have drawn on my computer myself. I hope you enjoy them.

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Extra's/One-Shots:

• Inside Iwanako - Watcher In The Snow
  • Our Narrator watches a confession.

• Inside Iwanako - Last Time
  • Iwanako thinks about her position

• Fall For Me - This Post
  • Our favourite protagonist gets an admirer. Too bad it is a dream.

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Fall For Me

*** Click here for drawing ***

“Why is so much work put into a festival that only lasts one day? The last two were completely pointless, and I am willing to bet the one today will be too. Why does it start so early on a Sunday? Some people want to have a lie in!” I say out loud to no one in particular. After tossing and turning and trying to blank out the noise from outside, I give up trying to go back to sleep. Throwing my quilt off of me, I partially sit up and lean on my elbows only for my left side to slip. I look and remember I took my arm off yesterday. Looking at the desk next to my bed, I see my CD player and various CDs but no arm. I let out a sigh and wonder where my arm is this time. I scan my room and see the glint of its silver coloured metal near my door. It is propped against the wall next to my all black trainers. Why is it there? It’s normally on the desk next to my bed, or still attached to me. Oh well. I get out of bed and walk to the arm. Bending down to grab it, I hear both my knees crack, in pain, I cry out.

The pain quickly subsides, and I grab the arm before walking to my chair, and sitting. I check to see if the connection point is clean, which it is, and I then look at the stump just below my elbow and the ugly scar left behind. Osteosarcoma is a bitch. I begin reattaching the arm and its attachments. Once done, I look at myself in the mirror. I look like a female Japanese version of the American Winter Soldier with this arm in my eyes, shame it doesn’t actually work like that though. I smile to myself as I look at my mismatched eyes: one red and the other blueish-grey. I then proceed to get dressed and then brush my knee-length blonde hair. I guess despite all the restrictions it imposes on me, one advantage of having the arm amputated is that I didn’t need to have any radiation blasted into me, so I was able to keep my long silky hair.

I leave my room and start walking down the corridor. I hear a couple of voices behind me, and out of curiosity, I turn my head to see who it is. It turns out to be Sakurai and Yasuda, two girls from my class, one with a broken neck and one who can’t walk. Surely they’d be scouring the festival already?

“Hello Yasuda, had any more fun with Enomoto?” I call out, knowing full well the answer.

She looks up and doesn’t look impressed. “You know neither me nor Saki have been in class since then, Hotogi. So no, we haven’t seen each other.” I smile and resume my walking, “What are you planning, Hotogi?”

I raise my voice a slightly higher pitch and reply “nothing, yet.” I guess she still hasn’t found the funny side of putting a spider down her back and planning to do the same to her wheelchair-bound cousin. I found it to be funny.

After leaving the girls’ dormitory I immediately see there are loads of stalls and people. I make a disgusted sound and make my way to the main building to find some vending machine food as I don’t fancy waiting in line to eat. Entering the building, I quickly find two machines side by side, one for food and one for drinks. After struggling to get the change out of my purse, I put the coins into the machines, press the item codes and hear a satisfying clunk sound as my items hit the bottom. I take them and put the drink in my pocket before walking through the building. As I walk through, I see a very handsome, messy brown-haired guy walking by. He is perfect for me. I smile and hear myself making a gleeful sound. If I remember right, he is 3-3’s new guy. Niki? No, Nakai! Hisao Nakai! Beautiful name there, mister.

I follow him to see where he goes to. If he heads to the festival outside, I will brave it for him. To my relief, he starts walking up one of the staircases. I notice that the further he walks up, the slower he gets. Is his disability an inability to walk up stairs? Tezuka would love that. Hisao makes it to the next floor and heads towards the stairs to the roof. Perfect! We can sky gaze together! He walks up the stairs, and I quietly follow. I see him open the door and enter the roof.

Come on Noa, he is all alone on the roof now. No one else around. I walk up the stairs and open the door. Peeking out I see, to my dismay, Hisao is not alone but is sitting next to the blind guy with the thick glasses from 3-2. I then notice that they are drinking. That can lead to some fun situations between myself and him, if only I knew of a way to get rid of the useless guy drinking from the bottle. I start walking towards them and they stand up and face each other. Do not kiss. I will have to kill the blind one otherwise. He then starts shouting at Hisao about loving and protecting feminists and before I can react, he pushes Hisao against the fence. To my absolute dismay, I find myself frozen. It is just like a dream where you can watch but cannot do. I start to hear a very bad sound coming from the chain link fence. Hisao manages to push himself away from the fence only to be pushed back. Come on fucking body, move already! I watch as Hisao’s body hits the fence again but instead of cushioning him, it starts breaking away. Finally my body releases me from my stupor, and I run to try save my beloved. I am too late however as I reach the edge of the roof, I hear the muffled sound of Hisao’s body hitting the pavement.

Furious, I turn to the blind guy and shout “You lily-livered yellow-trousered shit-in-your-pants arsehole. Why the fuck fucking fuckity fuck fuck did you just kill my husband-to-be?” I have probably watched too much Bottom. I wouldn’t have minded watching Hisao’s bottom though.

He turns to me and jumps. He slurs his words as he says “Hisao Nakai was a feminist lover. He had to go.

“Feminist lover?” I find myself repeating. If he liked feminists, I could have changed into one for him. I calmly, but in a furious tone, ask him “Do you want to see what a feminist can do when a guy kills the person they love?”

Before he has a chance to reply, I grab hold of his shoulder with my right arm and push him over the edge. I look at his falling body and smile before starting to laugh. Unfortunately he seems to have a slightly softer landing as he lands in the bushes. I look as I see a girl run from below. Looking at Hisao’s body, four storeys below me, blood pouring from his head, I say to myself “If I can’t be with you in life then let us be together in death.” I close my eyes and jump. The cool air rushes through my ears. “Hisao, here I come.”

-- Author's notes --

• The image that started this idea: https://gyazo.com/cc63c5ca88b896281457c98d47dc14d0
  
  Noa Hotogi is a Yandere character I came up with and I surprisingly enjoyed writing her, maybe more than my normal Swim Story. I think it is because she can go crazy and not go OOC for my OC.
  
  The alternate ending fo this had Noa walk down the stairs and nonchalantly talk to Akemi and Yasuko (From swim Story)
  
  I am working on some character art for Noa.

[Mirage_GSM]

Wow, this one got posted fast...

I might have had one or two more comments after a second readthrough, but it's okay.

I'm not sure I'd classify her as a Yandere, though. For most of the story she acts (and thinks) mostly normal - it's just when she sees Kenji push Hisao from the roof that she goes crazy, but that's an extreme situation, isn't it?

[Hesmiyu]

Wow, this one got posted fast...

I might have had one or two more comments after a second readthrough, but it's okay.

I'm not sure I'd classify her as a Yandere, though. For most of the story she acts (and thinks) mostly normal - it's just when she sees Kenji push Hisao from the roof that she goes crazy, but that's an extreme situation, isn't it?

Oh, I didn't realise you weren't fully finished, my bad. This was my first time writing this sort of person so if I were to write a full Yandere, how would I?

[Mirage_GSM]

Why would you want to?

Sorry, but I don't like to get into the mindset of a psychopath for any reason.

If you need sources, this article might be a good start.

[Oddball]

I never liked the term Yandere. I think it legitmizes and even glamorizes the characters too much.

I just always call them psycho-bitches. It's far harder to make that look attractive.

[Hesmiyu]

Wow, this one got posted fast...

I might have had one or two more comments after a second readthrough, but it's okay.

I'm not sure I'd classify her as a Yandere, though. For most of the story she acts (and thinks) mostly normal - it's just when she sees Kenji push Hisao from the roof that she goes crazy, but that's an extreme situation, isn't it?

I never liked the term Yandere. I think it legitmizes and even glamorizes the characters too much.

I just always call them psycho-bitches. It's far harder to make that look attractive.

Changed the description of Fall For Me, seeing as Yandere doesn't seem to be the correct term. Although you can clearly see myself use swears within stories, I personally don't like using them so I wouldn't use the term "psycho-bitch".

[Hesmiyu]

Normally up here I write stuff of how I came about writing the following post, such as looking for blank spots within the canon story. Huh, I found a reason why I wrote this. That is convenient.

Other Hesmiyu's Extras.

Last Time

I finally managed to write a draft of the note that I was happy with. The note I wanted to give to my crush. When I brought the note to school with me, I lost the confidence I had built up to place it in his shoe locker that morning. During our maths lessons I wanted to put it in the pages of his book but alas, no confidence, and I know I’d do something stupid if I got near him. Mai found my note and lightly teased me through part of the lesson. She helped me though, by doing what I couldn’t and putting it in his book while he wasn’t paying attention. Near the end of class, Mai told me he had found the note but didn’t tell me his reaction, but she did however, tell me to meet him at the time and place I had written on the note. For the rest of the day, I couldn’t concentrate as my head was raging war with itself, part of it was drawing up bad conclusions of what my upcoming meet with entail whereas the other half was drawing good conclusions. Alas, I feel the former was winning.

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I look at the time on my phone and see it is almost 4pm. The time said on my note to him. I enter the park wearing my uniform and no thick jacket, a decision nature clearly wanted to remind me was a bad one as a gust of wind easily penetrates the fabric of these clothes. Oh how I wished I was smart enough to take a thick jacket with me to school. I remembered the gloves though, so my hands are nice and warm. I start walking through the fresh snow and enter the park, purposefully aiming for the virgin parts. Wearing my earphones and listening to music means I can’t hear the light crunch of the snow under my feet but I can feel it. It may be slightly child-like, but it helps ease my nerves. I’m not even sure if he is actually going to show up. I chose this park because I was told it is a popular place for couples - I haven’t seen anyone yet, not even any children playing in the still falling snow. The white snow building atop the naked tree branches adds to the usual beauty of this place. I didn’t know it was a couple’s retreat until I was told, but now I see why. My body stops walking as I see a person ahead. I feel my breath get caught as I suddenly feel happy that he’s there, relieved he showed up, and several other emotions at the same time. I pause the music on my music player and pull my earphones out of my ear before stuffing them into my jacket pocket.

I try to mentally prepare myself to face him and to find the confidence I had a few seconds ago. I start walking to him with butterflies on my stomach and my head feeling light. I reach the boy who seems to be distracted by the increase in the snowfall and I hesitantly and quietly say “Hi… Hisao? You came?”

Surprised, the messy brown haired boy turns to face me, complete with the note I spent an hour or two on. So long on such few words.

Speaking of the note, “Iwanako? I got a note telling me to wait here… it was yours?” His voice sends a warm chill through me and my body shakes in tune. If he saw it, I hope he thinks it was the cold causing it. I do also feel a hint of disappointment that he didn’t recognise my handwriting, granted he may not have come had he recognised it. But he did come at all, and that makes me happy. I am still nervous though.

“Ahmm… yes. I asked a friend to give you that note… I’m so glad you got it,” I am truly glad Mai helped. I manage to let out a smile and I see him tense up.

“So… ah… here we are. Out in the cold…” His pauses are cute, even if he looks slightly uncomfortable. I hope it’s just because of the cold.

The cold wind picks up and penetrates my uniform again. I flinch at the cold air being forced through my uniform. Bracing myself against the wind, I find myself with some more confidence. I look at Hisao’s eyes and my green eyes lock with his hazel coloured ones. I suddenly realise my hand is twirling my long dark hair around one of my fingers. A few tense filled seconds pass as I try externalise my internal confidence.

“You see…” My voice faltering “… I wanted to know…” Breathe girl, breathe “… If you’d want to go out with me…” I did it? I did it!

In the midst of my euphoric state, I see Hisao is standing there, motionless, mannequin-like. A thought strikes me. He isn’t thinking of the best way to reject me, is he? Nervously, I say “… Hisao?”

I see the subject reaching for his throat before he flinches in what seems to be really bad pain. “Hisao?!” I say louder.

His eyes shoot up in terror. What’s happening?!

“HISAO!” I shout. I watch him collapse to his knees and I run to him as I scream for help.

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Standing on the roof of the hospital, I can feel the wind rushing through my hair. I lean on one of the railings and look out over the city. I look down and immediately get a sense of vertigo. I look forwards again, and the feeling of the vertigo passes.

If everything goes to plan, this will be my last time visiting the cardiology ward. I’m sorry, I need to do it. Over the past few months, I have been sitting at the side of this boy, this boy I love. Loved? Alas, I honestly no longer know what my feelings for him are. I have been visiting, hoping... no, willing for his mood to improve. Instead the opposite seemed to happen. At the start, everyone from our class wrote cards for him, but over time those became fewer. I had expected that to happen as it was just a class project. About two months ago, even the people he called friends stopped visiting, including the friend who helped me confess to him and also spied on me and him when he had his heart attack – Mai. I don’t blame her for the spying as I would have done the same, especially if I had helped my friend confess, just to see it through.

I am on the roof to clear my head. I usually come here before and after visiting him. Although it hurts to see him in the bed looking like he is slowly losing the will to live, I still feel I have an obligation to visit him. After all, I am the one who put too much strain on his heart no matter what the doctors and his parents say. I walk away from the railing and take a seat on one of the metal benches in the rooftop garden. I need to... No, I have to stop visiting him. Each time I visit him, I can feel myself getting slightly more depressed, not that I was the happiest girl anyway, especially with the name-calling and general bullying I’ve had to face since people at school found out. Hisao’s friend, Shin, was the first to turn on me. Thankfully Mai was there to calm him down, but now even she has basically stopped being my friend. I hear my watch beep, indicating it is time to leave this roof and see him. I sigh and stand up. This will be the last time I see him. Hopefully he won’t have another heart attack when I tell him. I start walking to the door that will lead me down to my destination on the third floor.

Several minutes later, I have arrived on the third floor and walk down the corridor slowly, looking for room 409, his room. Quickly finding it, I open the door and see him sleeping. The bad thing about him sleeping is not the fact I can’t tell him this is my last time, but the fact that his beautiful face looks content and even happy - compared to when he’s awake at least.

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Extra's' Contents

Author's Notes

• I was in a certain mood when I wrote the first draft of this. The first draft was dark, dark as in Iwanako was on a rooftop ready to jump because of all the bullying that had occurred had drove her to the edge.

[Hesmiyu]

To be honest, I have no idea what inspired me to write this fic but it actually took longer to edit it than to write. This is set before the Last Time

The Watcher In The Snow

The snow beneath my feet rustles as I step through. It is quite a nice sound, crushing something and there being no consequence, unless you count on the fact that it will eventually turn to ice. I hope it won’t turn into black ice, that is deadly. I squat down between this snowed-over bush and the back of the library. There is a scene which is supposed to occur here today if what happened during lessons today is any indication. Why does it have to be so snowy today? If I think about it, this snow will help with my camouflage as I am wearing my white, puffy, warm coat. Thankfully it as a hood so my hair won’t get all wet. That would suck ass. I hear the sound of rustling snow near me, slowly getting louder with each step. Hisao Nakai appears in my view. I look at my watch and see he has arrived at 3:50 PM. Good, that means I did predict the correct spot in this park. Now, we just need to wait for his friend Mai Tanaka. During lessons today, I watched Mai place a note inside Hisao’s workbook while he was distracted by another of his friends, Shin Nakamura. I do wonder if Shin knows about Mai’s feelings and helped her or if it was a lucky coincidence.

My thoughts are interrupted as I hear Hisao whine “Just how long am I expected to wait out here, anyway? I’m sure the note said 4:00 PM.” 4:00 PM? I look at my watch and see Mai is five minutes late. That means I have been here for twenty minutes. That would explain my freezing legs. I hope I don’t catch frostbite just for watching this confession. That is if Mai hasn’t gotten cold feet. HA! I then notice the flurry of snow has increased. If I am here for too long I will get buried by the snow. I look up towards the sky and immediately regret the decision as the snow very quickly covers my glasses. Looking back to Hisao, I shake my head, hoping to not make a sound. I manage to fling most of the snow off my glasses. Hisao has taken the note out of his pocket, I assume to make sure he does have the time correct. I watched Mai slip the note into Hisao’s work book. At some point during the lesson, I notice Hisao tilt his head at his workbook. Sitting behind Mai, I am able to see what has him perplexed, or in this case, intrigued. He has found Mai’s note and from my position, I am able to read the time and location of their little rendezvous. Master of subtlety you are not, Hisao. I now know where to watch the usually boisterous Mai ask Hisao out. I successfully managed to surreptitiously spread a rumour about them.

Once again, the sound of rustling snow interrupts my thoughts. I look at my watch and see it is now 4:10 PM. I guess even Mai can get nervous. Looking back, Hisao apparently also heard the sound as he turns to face Mai. I look to see where he is looking, curious as to what she looks like outside school. To my chagrin, she is hidden by a tree.

She then nervously says “Hi… Hisao? You came?

That is not Mai, this voice is soft and smooth; Mai’s is more brash. It can’t be.

Hisao says the name I was hoping it wouldn’t be. “Iwanako? I got a note telling me to wait here… It was yours?” Iwanako Yamada. How did you know about Mai’s note, and why are you here? Is she really that nervous?

Iwanako nervously replies “Ahmm… yes. I asked a friend to give you that note… I’m so glad you got it.” Fuck. That explains it, but how can the most popular girl in our year be attracted to him?

“So… ah… here we are. Out in the cold…” A master of romance you are not, Hisao. The wind starts to pick up. It suddenly becomes strong enough to knock some snow off a tree branch which promptly lands on my head. I brush it off and think to myself that I am glad this jacket has a hood so my hair won’t matte.

I can hear the nervousness in Iwanako’s voice as she speaks. “You see… I wanted to know… if you’d want to go out with me…” Her voice trails off. Judging from Hisao’s lack of response, or movement, he is as surprised as I am.

“… Hisao?” Iwanako calls out. I watch as he slowly moves his hand to his throat but stops partway. something is wrong.

With worry now in her voice, Iwanako again calls out “Hisao?!” From my hidden position, I am able to sees Hisao’s eyes open in terror. I’m sure now even a blind man could see he is in trouble.

Iwanako cries out his name “HISAO!”

Hisao collapses to his knees and then falls forward face first into the snow. Has he died? At least with it being winter, he had a soft landing. Iwanako rushes to his side and rolls him over. He is motionless as Iwanako cries for help. Her cries hurt me.

Even now, not wanting to be seen, I stay in my hidden position. I do however take my red gloves off, get my phone out my pocket and call the emergency services.

As expected, they answer quickly and I tell them that there is a boy behind Tokyo Metropolitan Central Library who has collapsed and needs medical help. I tell them of the terror in his eyes right before he collapsed, and they tell me that they will send an ambulance right away.

I end the call and look at the two. I notice a third person appearing. Mai was spying too? At least she is actually showing herself. She has more balls than I.

*** Author's Note ***

• I hope you enjoyed this. please leave feedback as It helps. I have more Iwanako ideas written which will get written when I hit writer's block in my Swim Story.

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