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So, I’ve always liked writing as a hobby. And with me finishing Shizune’s route, I wanted to write something. I never really knew what though. But a strange thought hit me while I was reading some manga when I realized what I wanted to do, or at least make an attempt... This is kind of spur of the moment, so I don’t really know what I’m going to do with it. But for the most part if I start something, I always need to finish.

Anyway, feedback is always appreciated! I always like knowing what I can improve on or doing wrong.

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Chapter 0: Hisao Nakai - The Strong

I stand alone in a dark alleyway, my breaths creating small clouds in the cold, dry air. I look down at my shaking hands and give a slight smile. Whether it is from the pain or the excitement, I really can't tell. I try to calm my heart but nothing is working. This isn't uncommon for me. Whenever I get like this... I won't be able to stop until I'm completely satisfied. I clench my fists and put them down to my sides, looking down at the cause of this entire predicament. The sight of the fallen bodies makes me reminisce of what had happened just moments ago.

I got a confession letter from somebody. For someone like me, it was almost like a dream. I had my suspicions at first, but the overly girly handwriting was a dead give away. 'It's a real girl!' I almost let out a cry of happiness after I came to the realization. It was like something out of some crappy shoujo manga. The girl confesses to the guy at the end of their second school year, and then they get to spend all of break and their last year with each other. Then the sad stuff happens where we break up because we both got accepted into different universities. But after months of being apart we finally see each other at the train station and then we just kind of stare for a while. I don't really know what comes after that, the rest of the series isn't released yet. 'But that gets to be my life,' I thought happily, I really hoped that she would have big boobs.

So I waited in this suspicious dark alleyway for about thirty minutes before I heard a strange cackle, and then a sudden shout of my name. "NAKAI!" When I turned to see my secret lover, all I found was a group of four punks from my school. I kind of ignored what they said and tuned them out as the leader ranted. All that I needed to care about was my big boobed admirer. It wasn't until I got a sudden punch to the face when I realized that there wasn't going to be a girl. These guys forced some girl to write a letter, probably Iwanako. These guys always picked on her. Oh god how I wish it had been her. But no, I got some punk ass kids who don't know their place. With rage in my heart I let out a loud roar and went off on them, everything always goes blank when I get like this.

But here I am now, standing over three groaning bodies of some punk ass kids who thought they could take me on. "Wait... weren't there four of you?" I ask as I begin to count the bodies once more. I hear a slight shuffle behind me and turn around as fast as I could, only to be met to the face with another first. I stumble back a bit and stare down my assailant with my signature glare. He's visibly shaken by it, but it looks like he's still got some spirit on his eyes. Compared to the rest of these guys, he's the only one that I can have a bit of respect for at this point. He gets ready to strike me once more but I don't give him the chance. I hop forward a bit into a side kick that I learned from watching a few kung fu movies. Judging by his reaction I seemed to pick up on it well. He staggers back a bit before he falls forward, joining the rest of his fallen comrades.

As I look down I can't help but smile. My adrenaline rush hasn't worn off yet and my heart only seems to be beating faster. Some athletes are able to get their respective highs when pushed to the extremes in their sports. This is something like that, if not better. I love the feeling of pushing myself against somebody else. A battle of wills clashing head on. I didn't get to be the strongest by raw strength, no, far from it. I got to be the strongest because I'm the only one that refuses to give up. I close my eyes and let myself bask in the glory of battle, my heart beat never seeming to slow down.

In fact, it's kind of hurting now... I try to open up my mouth to let out a shout but nothing comes out. My eyes shoot open as my entire body freezes in pain. I lurch forward and fall to the ground. I see a few of the guys that I just beat up look at me with a concerned look upon their faces. Something similar to honor among thieves I guess. They start poking my body with their feet and they keep asking questions, but they fall upon deaf ears. The only sound that I can hear is my overbearing heartbeat. One of them pulls out a phone and starts to call somebody while the others run off to find what I hope is help. Suddenly my heartbeat stops and everything falls silent. The guy who had fallen last is staring at me with an angry look on his face mixed with a bit of confusion. That's the last thing I see before I close my eyes and let my mind fade to darkness, the faint sound of sirens filling the air before I completely black out.
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Anyway, I dunno. Pretty short at the moment. Just getting down this new Hisao's personality a bit for moreover my sake than the reader's.

I've always loved delinquents. A story I was reading had a delinquent main character in KS, but then the storyline turned kind of strange. I'd rather stick to something slightly realistic. Sorry if it gets iffy towards the end, kind of rushed it.

So that's it for now. Gonna actually submit the next chapter really soon. Just have to go away... anyway, like I said! Feedback is appreciated and all that fun stuff. Also, any suggestions for a new title would be fantastic! I've always been bad with them...

NIIIIIIIIICE.
Also new title could be....

Fresh Prince of Yamaku

The first paragraph inexplicably chops and changes from present to past tense and back again. May wanna look into fixing that. Also, your first sentence does this in itself, pick one perspective per sentence in future.

Never really saw Hisao as a fighter, but I'm interested in seeing how you will go about justifying this.

I've never been too fantastic at tenses, always mess it up on the first time through. I'll fix it in a wee bit. And first time writing first person, it feels strange. But I guess it's always good to practice. I'll have the 'second' chapter in this post up in like... an hour or two if I can muster myself up to do something.

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Chapter 1: Yamaku Sounds Pretty Good

Staying in the hospital these last three months has been pretty shitty. Considering that I never really had any friends, I'm pretty used to being alone. The only thing that really gets to me is the fact that I wasted all of my break in a hospital bed. Aside from the occasional cute nurse, the TV, and a steady supply of manga... this break can definitely be labeled shitty. I really can't wait to just get back to school. At least there I'll be able to talk to some people who act like they're my friends. With three months to myself, I had a whole lot of time to think about how the hell I got in here.

The doctors diagnosed me with something that I can't even pronounce. Arythablehbleh? Artycoparty? I look down to a single piece of paper that my doctor set on the side of my bed. "Arrhythmia..." I say slowly to myself, trying to memorize the way it's spelled. Sure as hell I won't be able to pronounce it, but maybe some random smart person who asks me what happened can. Oh yeah, that's right. I'm a cripple now. Placard and everything, if I could drive. I give a slight yawn as I scratch the scar on my chest. The scar is a constant reminder that I am now considered a lesser being to society. Or at least that's how random dumbasses will feel. Sure as hell that's what I thought when they first told me. Oh well, at least the scar looks pretty badass. Thinking back to it, I got pretty pissed when the doctor confirmed that I was a cripple. Hell, just the thought of somebody calling me one now gets my blood boiling.

I don't exactly remember when they told me about my disease. I remember that I had one visiter; Iwanako. Sweet little thing decided that it was her fault that I was in here. She did write the letter... But now way in hell could I stay mad at someone like her. Way too cute. Let's see, what else happened that day... Oh yeah! My parents were telling me that this is what I get for being such a delinquent. As harsh as the words are, I kind of agree. I'm a no good punk and I have come to accept that. But despite their disapproval of my actions, they know that I love them, and vice versa. Hmm... oh yeah. I kind of remember the conversation me and my doctor had.

"So... I'm sorry to tell you this Hisao, but you have a heart condition." my doctor told me in a pretty low voice.

"Oh... well shit." I cursed under my breath as I crossed my arms and looked to the side. I always took bad news pretty well, although this was simply because I couldn't really grasp onto how bad a situation it was.

"Oh, well... yes. Your condition is called Arrhythmia. Essentially your heart is a bit weaker than others. You'll need to watch yourself a lot more carefully from now on." he informed me the bare bones of my disease. I found it pretty ironic though. I always prided myself on how strong my 'heart' was, now my physical heart is the weakest part of me.

"Oh tha- WAIT!" I shouted out in distress, my eyes wide with worry. "Does that mean I can't jerk it anymore?!" I cried out in horror. The doctor's face turned a shade of crimson before he coughed a bit and shook his head, putting my number one worry at ease. "Well, what about fighting?" I asked, this question also catching the attention of my parents.

"Oh well, no. Over exerting yourself, as well as taking hard blows to the chest can cause you to have a 'heart flutter'" he explained, putting emphasis on the word heart flutter.

That's about all that I really remember from the conversation. That and my parents were really happy that I won't be able to fight anymore. Or at least, shouldn't fight anymore. Sure as hell that I'm gonna have another talk with those punk ass kids when I get back to school. And since I'll be a third year, I'll be able to rule the school. My eyes give off a slightly disturbing spark which instantly disappears as I hear a knocking coming from just outside my door. I quickly shake my head and sit up on my bed, flinging my legs over the side to get a little more comfortable.

My doctor walks in through the door with my parents. Why are they here? Oh well, doesn't really matter. My doctor looks like he's about to tell me some really bad news, while my parents can't seem to hide how happy they are. This is pretty weird. There's an awkward silence in the room before my doctor clears his throat and begins to go over his charts. "How are you doing today, Hisao?"

"Doing pretty good! Just excited that school starts soon. And I'll finally be out of this dump..." I say slowly, looking to the side before noticing that my doctor is slightly put off by my little comment. My doctor knows fully well about my attitude, I don't see why he hasn't gotten used to stuff like this by now. But for his sake, I'll apologize. "Sorry." I say quickly, my doctor looking at me with a bit of a surprised look on his face. "I've just been cramped here for three months. I'm pretty sure a boy like me needs to go out and have a social life, y'know? So I'm just a bit antsy about school. Gonna have a lot of stories to tell... a lot of underclassmen to put into their place too!" I exclaim excitedly, flexing my arm as a signal of my strength and excitement.

My doctor just stares at me for a little while before opening his mouth to say something, quickly shutting it and then shaking his head. "Ugh. Your excitement makes this kind of hard." he says before scratching the back of his head. "You're a tough kid."

"The toughest." I quickly add, gaining a slight chuckle from my doctor before he shakes his head once more. "Listen you're... you're not going back to your old school."

What? What the hell does this asshole mean that I'm not going back to my old school?! "W-what are you talking about?" I say a bit hesitantly, earning a slight sigh from my doctor.

"I'm sorry, but your parents and I have been talking about it. And we think that it will be better for you to go to a specialized school." he says with a slight nod. My eyes go wide as I try to think of something to say, but nothing really comes out. My doctor only nods and continues to go on, telling me more about the school. "You will be transferring to Yamaku Academy, it specializes in dealing with disabled students. It has a 24-hour nursing staff and it’s only a few minutes from a highly regarded general hospital. The majority of students live on campus. Think of it as a boarding school of sorts. It’s designed to give students a degree of independence, while keeping help nearby." He finishes his quick explanation of the school, but I still can't help but feel angry at how simple he said it, and how he and my parents had gone behind my back in making this decision for me. But for some strange reason, I can't bring myself to actually care about having to transfer. I guess it's because I'm not close to anybody at my school. There's Iwanako, but we only talk every other blue moon. What the hell is there for me here anyway aside from my parents? Nothing, that's for sure.

Ever since Middle School when I started hanging out with the wrong crowd, I separated myself from the rest of them. I turned into something that was definitely astray from the model student that my parents wanted me to be. Hell, definitely farther from that average student that I wanted to be. But things happen, I guess. I can't really say that I dislike my life now, no, I discovered the one thing that I really love. The heat of battle. Oh god just thinking about it makes my heart beat faster. Sadly, though... that's being taken away from me. So all my decisions so far have lead up to this. A kid turned bad and then getting a heart disease as punishment, seems fitting. But the people and friends that I have gathered along this road so far? I look towards my empty stand next to me, completely void of flowers, balloons, and even a single god damn card. That definitely tells me where this has gotten me. But if I'm so accepting of this new change, what the hell is that sour feeling in my stomach for then?

"Hisao, are you okay?" my mom suddenly asks me, bringing me back to reality. I slowly nod my head and my mom runs over to give me a hug. "I know this is going to be hard honey!" she cries out, squeezing me a little tighter as I lightly wrap my arms around her in an automatic response. "But this is for the best, okay? And it'll be your third year as a new student. That means you have a whole year to make new friends and everything!" she tries to comfort me, not even knowing that she just confirmed that sour feeling. The only real reason that I care is because I know for a fact that there's going to be no difference between here and there. I won't be able to change myself so easily to make friends, and so the harsh reality sets in. No matter where I go or what I do, I guess I'm just going to be alone. As I come to this sudden realization I finally give in and hug my mom tighter, trying to hold on to what little comfort that I have left before I'm forced to be truly alone.

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Sorry if this chapter seems a little strange! Wrote it pretty late at night, cuz for some strange reason that's when I feel is the best time to write! But sleep deprivation leads to bad writing... so I'll read this later and maybe make changes? Iunno.

So I'm still working out his character! I figured he'd be the loner type... or something! Rather than breaking down in the hospital, and coming out at least half knowing about how he feels, I kind of put him in a sort of denial. And I reset the timeline so he's going in early too! So, I don't really know where this is gonna go, still no idea of what pairing I want. I might just do small side stories and have no pairing, and focus more on friendship and the development of his character throughout the year... really don't know.

Anyway! Hope you guys read this! And as always, feedback is appreciated, or just general comments and stuff! Unless it's super hater... then you can keep those to yourself :<

Yay! Finally decided on a new title. Simple, but gets the idea of my story across. I hope. Maybe? Iunno.

Anywaaaay, even though I'm not getting a lot of feedback, I'm still getting views, so I guess that's good? I'm just paranoid cuz with no comments I can't really tell what people think of it at all and I don't get to improve too much... Bleh, don't matter, this is pretty fun for me, and it's good practice I guess. Alright! Chapter 2... technically Chapter 3... whatever.

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Chapter 2: Making New Impressions

It felt like no time at all to get to Yamaku Academy. Although, I slept most of the trip, so that's really the only reason why it felt so short. As much as I wanted to get to Yamaku as soon as possible, I'm actually running a week late. The doctor's kept tabs on me for an extra week, just in case. I think it was either to dig a few more holes into my parents wallet, or it really took them that long to get all my pills ready. I have about a billion pills to take every day, every morning and every afternoon. Considering how bad my memory is, I think I'll be dead in about a week. Aside from my pills are all my clothes, porno mags, manga, and handhelds. Those last three items are an absolute essential for me to be living in a place like this.

As we pull up to the gate of the school, I can't help but help but feel scared. Even a badass like me gets scared on their first day of school. I get out of with an annoyed look on my face, squinting a bit as the sun beams directly into my eyes. I take a look around and notice that there are only a few students walking around. That's right, class is already in session. God dammit this is gonna be weird. My parents look at me and I nod. I've always been horrible at goodbyes. I give them their respective goodbye hugs and nod at them. They're going ahead to drop off my stuff while I make my way to class. They turn around and wave goodbye one more time and I'm pretty sad that I won't see them for a while. My mom is just as sad as I am, although she hopes that my moving away from home helps me clean up my act. My dad straight up told me that I better clean up my act or else.

I wave one final goodbye to my parents as they go ahead and I'm left there standing in front of a school gate. I finally take a look around and try to take in my surroundings. Yamaku is on top of a mountain hill thingy, so I guess that's pretty cool. We're isolated from the city, and the small town isn't much farther than a small walk away. To be honest, this is the first time that I've ever been outside of the city like this. The air tastes delicious. I take in a deep breath and let out a small sigh of happiness. Things aren't so bad about location at least. The school itself ain't too shabby either.

I shake away all my nerves and take my first step onto the school ground through the gates, a foreign feeling completely washing over me. "Ugh." I let out a loud groan as fear washes over me again. This place is an entirely new environment. Not just the school itself, but the surroundings too. It's going to take a while to get used to this. The campus grounds are just as lush and green as the god damn surroundings. Is this place even a real school? Maybe they take punks like me away to places like this and try to rehabilitate them. The surroundings do give off an extremely calm feeling and it's already sinking in. This is their plan all along! I give a light chuckle at my small attempts to try and calm myself; they aren't working.

I end up walking myself towards the main building while I was lost in thought. I hesitate a little before shaking my head and giving the door a long and hard glare. "You're Hisao Nakai, god dammit." I whisper to myself to try and keep my heartbeat steady. As soon as I open this door, my new life begins. I look back towards the gate and sigh. I've been sighing a lot today. It's my own little self defense mechanism. "Stop being such a pussy and just do it!" I slightly grit my teeth as I put my hand on the door. Here goes nothing.

I open up the door and the sight of a tall man with bad posture instantly greets me. I take note of his looks and how he looks a little rundown. He has a slight stubble on his cheek and his hair is black and messy. Almost as messy as mine. He wears a long brown coat over a simple dark gray linen shirt and black tie. I kind of think he looks like this one doctor from a TV show that I saw before... Who was that doctor again? Eh whatever, the show as weird anyway.

I start to look around the lobby and notice that nobody else is there. My eyes continue to wander around, taking in my surroundings as I feel a slight feeling of deja vu. My eyes eventually wander back towards the tall man and he gives me a slight nod. He looks to the corner of his eyes as if he's trying to remember whatever my name is. "You must be Na... Ni... Nu?" He starts to list off random syllables slowly, a small pause between each one as if to look for my approval. I force a smile and extend my hand to him, to which he quickly takes. His handshake is a little lacking, but at least he didn't mess it up.

"It's Nakai." I say before thinking a bit and widening my smile. "Hisao Nakai." I try to say smoothly. Then again, introducing myself to this guy doesn't really matter. As soon as I introduce myself I bring my hand back to my side, the Doctor doing the same.

"So you are. Excellent." he says, catching a little bit of surprise from me. His demeanor is a little less than formal than my own. I definitely like this guy. "I'm your homeroom and science teacher. My name is Mutou. Welcome." he says before looking at his watch, raising his eyebrow slightly before he turns back to me. “The head nurse has asked that I send you over for a brief check-in visit, but there’s no time for that now.” he says, only earning a blank stare from me in return.

“Alright.” I say, snapping Mutou back from whatever was distracting him. “Let’s get this over with, I guess.” I say, knowing full well that I’m going to have to face this class one way or another. My heart pounds a little bit from how nervous I am, but I won’t allow myself to be show it externally. Mutou seems to notice how nervous I am and only nods his head a little. “Do you want me to introduce you?” he asks suddenly. My heart seems to skip a beat for some strange reason. I guess I’m still nervous. Some badass I am.

“Nah, I’d rather do it myself.” I begin to say as I scratch the back of my head while giving him a sheepish grin. I really think this is my chance to kind of reinvent myself, give a good impression. Plus, if I don’t introduce myself hell they’ll think that I’m some kind of spineless wimp. “Uhh…” I start to let out a drawn out noise as I look down the hallway and start to hop from one leg to the other.

“Bathroom?” Mutou gives me a slight smirk, apparently amused by my actions. I just nod quickly and Mutou points to the right. “Go down that hallway and take a left at the end. The bathroom should be easy to find from there.”

“Thanks!” I say as I take off as fast as I can, feeling like my bladder is about to burst. Halfway down the hallway my heart starts to feel a bit uneasy so I slow myself down a bit to a very fast walk. I reach the end of the hallway and take a left as instructed, and low and behold, the sign for the men’s bathroom enters my view. I rush into the bathroom and take my position at a stall. As I bring out my mighty fire hose I feel as if the force of my relief is pushing me back, and I have to fight to keep myself grounded. After the mighty battle is over I let out a sigh of relief and go to wash my hands.

After washing my hands I hesitate as I stop to breath a little. Better wash my face to look all nice and pretty. After washing my face I just stare down at the sink for a while, watching the water spiraling down into the drain. I decide to look up and get a really good look at myself for what seems like forever. My hair is nice and messy like it always is, and just like my spirit, remains untamed. My clothes are pretty standard for me, although I feel a bit off knowing that I’m one of the only ones not wearing a uniform. Today, I’m wearing a nice black button up shirt with a grey sweater vest over it. Beneath I’m wearing dark blue jeans and some sneakers. People say that my choices in fashion are weird, what type of delinquent wears a sweater like this? Hisao ‘Mother-Fuckin’ Nakai. That’s who. Last guy who made fun of my sweater got his ass kicked pretty badly… I like my sweater.

I continue to check myself out in the mirror and check over my entire body. Damn. I look good. But what I fear that people may judge me the most for are my eyes. My face used to be pretty damn good looking, hell, it still is! But I mean… I used to have a baby face, something that some girls would swoon over sometimes. Now my face just looks cold, hard, and uncaring. Maybe a little angry. I let out a sigh before I try and force a soft expression and lighten up my face a bit. For a single second I see something that looks appealing before it returns to its normal cold look. Oh well, whatever.

I exit the bathroom with a satisfied smile on my face and return to Mutou and give flash him a thumbs up. Mutou nods again and turns around as he begins to lead the way. We go up two stories and my heart is already beating. At this point I’m not sure if it’s because I’m in horrible shape, or because I’m just nervous. We stop in front of the door and Mutou opens it and steps into the doorway. My body is hidden behind his own, although I can still see a few students trying to look over his frame to find me. The only thing they can probably see is my unruly hair.

As he moves forward I hesitate a bit before entering and mentally kick myself in the ass. C’mon Hisao! One step. Alright. So far so good… NOT GOOD ENOUGH! I slowly walk into the classroom a few seconds after Mutou and take in my surroundings. Everything looks pretty damn normal. The classroom, the desks, even the students… They all look normal. I take my stand next to Mutou and he begins his speech on welcoming me, and all that boring crap. I tune it all out despite how short it is and use this time to look around the classroom.

For the most part everybody in the class is staring at me, which is pretty uncommon. Despite how normal I thought they looked at first glance, with a little more concentration I’m able to see which ones at least have a physical disability. I begin my scan from the left of the classroom and slowly make my way across. I make eye contact with several individuals, although one dark haired girl seems to go pale the moment I make eye contact, looking away the moment I do so and covering her face with her hand. Am I really that scary?

Another noteworthy individual one of the one’s that isn’t looking at me. She has tan skin and brown hair, and she’s missing one hand. And her tits are freakin’ huge! As much as I want to keep staring at her, her gaze suddenly shifts to me and my eyes make a retreat to the other end of the classroom. There’s some cute girl with glasses throwing up gang signs to a cute pink-haired girl with drills. The girl with glasses makes eye contact with me and I feel like shit is about to go down. He gaze is just as hard as mine, and although I retreated from the last battle, I refuse to lose this one as well.

The girl and I continue our vicious battle before I hear Mutou finally coming towards the end of his speech. Damn… You win this battle girl-with-glasses. “...please welcome our newest classmate.” He claps his hands and so does everyone else, except that one girl in the front row who has only one hand. I find it kinda funny trying to imagine her trying to clap; the solution to the age-old question of “What is the sound of one hand clapping?”

Oh right, shit. I need to introduce myself. “Uhh…” I fumble around a little bit before shaking my head and letting out a deep sigh. “Hello everybody. My name is Hisao Nakai.” Alright. First part over. Keep going. “I like video game, fi...reading.” I don’t want them knowing about my love for such a brutal thing. Especially now considering that I can’t... our at least shouldn’t. “My bad for missing the first week of school. But I guess this is my first year… so two years and one week.” I start to go on and lose my train of thought as my eyes peer over to Mutou for a second. I snap back to my speech and give a light sigh. “Even though I’m a first year student, I hope that we can all get along. Thank you.” I say, not bothering to bow. Just putting my hands into my pockets and looking off through the window.

Mutou goes on about how it’s importance of getting along and I can’t help but notice how awesome it looks outside. It’s gonna be winter soon, huh… I’m get brought back to reality by an onslaught of clapping. I look back towards the class and try and get a good look at them one more time. Even the one-handed girl is clapping this time. I can’t exactly single out the sound, but I can ask her later. Question answered.

As the clapping dies down, Mutou pokes me on the shoulder. “Alright, so, today I’m going to be reviewing for a test tomorrow.” God dammit a test on the second day?! No fair! “Anyway, you don’t have to take the test. But it’s still good to know your stuff. So just stick around and ask your classmates for some notes or something.” Hallelujah!

Mutou gives a quick smirk at my facial expression suddenly points out past my shoulder. I turn around and notice that he’s pointing to an empty desk by the drill girl and glasses girl. “You’re gonna be sitting next to Hakamichi. She is the class representative. She can explain anything you might want to know. Just ask her after class.” He finishes before giving me a quick pat on the shoulder and sending me on my way.

I stand there for a few seconds looking like an idiot before that girl with the glasses suddenly glances at me. Her stare is hard and analytical, and there’s something about her eyes that just doesn’t feel right. They remind me of my own, except not scary or threatening looking. She gives me a slight smile and at my heart skips a beat. A girl is smiling at me! At that moment, my weakness overtakes me and I look away from her with a slight blush on my face. God dammit, I lost again.

I start to make my way over to the pink-haired wonder and take a seat next to her. She’s about to open up her mouth and let out a sound, but is stopped halfway by our teacher as he begins his lesson. I look out of the corner of my eyes and see her give a heavy pout as she turns away from me and focuses on the class. She’s really cute too. I return my focus back to Mutou and put one elbow up on the desk to help support my head. I let out a sigh and I can already feel myself nodding off. Same shit, different school.

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Yay! Long chapter. I guess I wanted to get a lot done. So sorry for inconsistency for whoever actually read this far! I feel like I’m finally getting this new Hisao’s character down and how I’m trying to still keep him kind of the same Hisao, which probably won’t really show itself more until later on.

Anyway, thanks for reading! Have a new chapter up soon enough~

So now I'm finally gonna get to the girls. Yay! I feel like now I can have a lot more fun. I have Hisao's character down and all that stuff, so hopefully it'll be an easier write for me, as well as an easier read for whoever reads it.
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Chapter 3: Encounter: Misha

Sometime towards the end of class I had nodded off, I'm honestly surprised that I made it so long. A heavy weight washes over my body as I begin to let my body drift off into the land of sleep. The bell rings in the background but it's not enough to stir me. In my old school sometimes I would wake up about five hours after class. One time when I woke up I was in a completely different room tied to a chair. Unlike all the movies that I watched, that event didn't end anywhere near as sexy as I hoped.

Suddenly something much louder than the school bell erupts and pierces my eardrums. "Wahahaha~" My eyes shoot open in shock and my first reaction is to turn to whatever emitted the sound and punch it in the face. I ball my hand into a fist and quickly turn to where the sound came from. The sight that I'm greeted with is a face that was no more than one centimeter away. All I can see are a big pair of golden eyes and pink hair. Oh, it's that Shizune girl. I should say hi. Neither of us back away for what feels like an eternity and another one of those piercing laughs fills the air. "Wahahaha~ Hisao!" the girl exclaims right into my face. Her breath smells like vanilla.

I open my mouth to say something and the person sitting next to me accidentally nudges into me as they depart. The force isn't anything special, but it does manage to close that distance between me and the pink-haired wonder. Our lips meet and my eyes go wide. I can feel my face go through several different shades, stopping when I'm as red as a strawberry. My heart beats a million miles a minute and I start to feel an oh too familiar feeling enter my chest. The pink-haired girl's eyes were wide in shock as well, and she suddenly puts her hands on my shoulders and pushes, hard. "Waaaaaaah!" I hear her cry out as I begin to fall out of my desk and land on the floor. The shock from the landing is enough to send me overboard and I feel my heart finally give in.

"Fuck!" I cry out as I start to writhe in pain, my vision beginning to fade to black. God dammit... the first day of school and this already happens? I thought I could at least make it a week here... Whatever. At least I got my first kiss. I try to keep my thoughts going, but it's of no use. The pain is overhwhelming. There's one girl standing next to me with her hands on my shoulder and on my chest. It's the purple-haired girl with glasses. I look up at her and my eyes get lost in hers once more. I start to feel my vision fade and everything begins to go black, the sight of the girl slowly fading away. Even though I could think of a million better things to be looking at before I die, this one ain't half bad.
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"Wahahaha~..." The very light and nervous laugh is enough to wake me up. I grudgingly open my eyes and recognize my surroundings instantly, or at least all the god damn hospitals looks the same. I look over to my left and see that the pink-haired girl is sitting next to me, her eyes going wide as she sees me wake up. "Wahaha~! You're awake! That's good! I was worried that my super strength got the best of me again!" she says with a wide smile on her face, doing a mock flex right after. The way she scrunches her face and pouts her lips while she does so is one of the most adorable things that I've ever seen, and I'm a little disappointed when she stops.

I groan a bit as I sit up and start to look around the room. I can only guess that I'm in the hospital or I'm in the nursing office. Considering this place has twenty-four hour nursing staff, I just hope that I'm in the hospital. My eyes focus back onto the girl and I recall back to the wonderful moment that put my into this bed. I blush slightly and look away, and she realizes what I'm thinking about. "Wahahahaha~! Oh, Hicchan!" Hicchan?

Before she can continue I lock eyes with her and she seems to be paralyzed like a deer in headlights. The wonders of having a gaze as hard as mine is definitely a bonus. "Wahahahat the hell?" I mock her laugh to which she only bursts out into laughter once more. I smirk a little at her laugh and can't help but chuckle to myself at my own lame joke. I harden my gaze again and zap her with my glare, instantly silencing her once more. "How do you know about Hicchan?" I want to know why this god damn girl knows the nickname that I would only allow my mother to ever call me.

"Well..." She starts to trail off, trying to think of the exact reason. "You just look like a Hicchan!" she exclaims with a bright smile on her face.

I only nod at her and then look around the room again. "Am I in the hospital?" I ask, the girl replies with a quick shake of her head. Her drills sway from side to side with every turn she makes.

"No Hicchan! You're in the nurses office. Right after I KO'd you, Shicchan told me to get the nurse. So so so, I got him... And here we are!" What an exhilarating story.

"So where is the nurse, then?" I ask blandly, the girl just pointed behind me in response. I turn around and expect to be greeted by the nurse, but instead I see nothing.

"Bathroom!" she says before laughing once more. I turn to her and raise my eyebrow. I've met bubbly girls before, but this one takes the cake. Suddenly she gets a really strange look on her face, but instantly bounces back with that bright smile of hers. "By the way, my name is Misha!" she exclaims, only getting a slightly blank reaction from me.

"Oh? Uhh... I'm pretty sure you know who I am. But it's Hisao." I say before extending my arm out to the girl. She grabs it with both hands and shakes my arm vigorously, shaking my entire body in the process. She accidentally tugs a little too hard and pulls me forward a little in the process, my face coming rather close to hers once again. We sit there for a little gazing into each others eyes. The memories of what put me in this bed in the first place begin to rush back in the form of a hard blush on my cheeks. By the looks of it, the same thing is happening to her. I pull back a little but she stops me, holding onto me with both of her arms. Oh my god! I didn't ever think this would happen! I've read a bunch of H-Mangas where this happens, but for a girl to want me just after the first day?! God damn I'm so happy I became a cripple!

She starts to shake a little and she looks up to me with sad eyes. "I'm so sorry Hicchan!" she exclaims before she stands up to embrace me. Her breasts rub against my chest and I can feel my blood rushing to more places than just my face. I awkwardly adjust myself to hide any further unwanted sights and push her away a little.

"Why?" I ask, completely oblivious as to why this girl would need to apologize. Oh yeah, that's right. She gave me a heart attack. Or something like that. I'm not entirely sure what to call it... Heart Catastraphuck. That's a good word for it. I feel a slight smile grow on my face and I'm familiar enough with my face to know exactly what this is. I push her away and gaze into her eyes with the warmest smile that I can muster, the smile that only shows up once in a few blue moons. "Hey hey, don't worry about it. I stole a kiss from you, so I'd say we're even...Just don't do it again." I say half jokingly, keeping that same warm smile on my face. She looks down, obviously still a little upset. I take one of my hands and place it under her chin, forcing her to stare into my eyes. "Hey. When I say don't worry about it. You best damn not worry about it. So lighten the hell up, alright?" I say with a stern look on my face.

Misha looks a bit shocked by my harsh words, but it isn't too long before she flashes me that amazing smile of hers. "Okay Hicchan!" she exclaims. She looks at the clock on the wall and gets a worried look on her face. "Uhh! Shicchan is gonna be mad if I wait any longer... I'm sorry Hicchan but I gotta go!" she yells before rushing over to the door, opening it to reveal a happy looking man with blue hair.

"My my Misha, giving me quite the entrance." the man chuckles, earning one of Misha's 'Wahahaha~'s. She waves to the man and quickly says goodbye, turning to me to wave goodbye as well. I lift my hand up to my forehead and give her a quick salute to which she laughs once more. The whole while she runs away I can still hear her Wahahaing ringing through my head. What a strange girl.

I look back to the man with blue hair and he seems to be shuffling through some papers and takes the seat that Misha had just occupied. "So, Hisao. I heard about what happened. You should really get to know a girl better before going that far." he says with a smile, earning a glare from me.

"Sh-shut up!" I exclaim. I feel my cheeks burning a little and look away in frustration. This guy got too easy of a rise from me. "I'm guessing you're the nurse?" I ask, a little skeptical of the man's appearance. He only nods and gives me a grin. "When I imagine a nurse, I have to imagine a skanky looking girl with big tits in a nurses outfit." The nurse only laughs at my comment and goes back to that same ol' smile of his.

"Ah, yeah. That's the reason I got into medicine. Sadly things don't always turn out the way you want it to..." he starts to trail off before quickly shuffling the papers and quickly reading over them. "Now, I'm pretty sure you already know about your own condition. You just gotta take better care of yourself. Your heart is pretty weak at the moment." he says, earning a slight grimace from me. I hate that word. Weak. It defines everything that I never want to be. As strong as my will can be, forever more, my body will never be able to keep up now. As much as I want to be strong, this is all I'll ever be... Weak. "But there is a way we can fix that..." he starts to go off slowly, catching my attention.

"How?!" I instantly yell at him, earning quite a bit of shock on his part. "If there is any god damn way that I can make myself stronger then tell me how." I say with a complete look of determination in my eyes, which seems to spark a much deeper smile from the nurse.

"Well. I really like that spirit! I think you and my agent will get along just fine." Agent? What the hell, is this guy some sort of spy or something? "Anyway. Even though it won't cure you or anything. If you get some light exercise every day, you should be able to strengthen your heart to prevent stuff like this from happening." My eyes go wide with appreciation and I feel like I'm filled with a renewed hope. Even though I'll never be able to cure myself, I can still make myself stronger. And as long as I can be stronger, that's all that I really need to care about. Before I can go on a rant about how grateful I am for the little advice, he stops me. "But for today you're going to need some rest. I can see the ambition in your eyes, and that's good! But you just had a serious attack today... get some rest. Tomorrow morning you can go running at the track. Get there around seven. You'll met my agent then." he says before giving me a warm smile.

"Are we done, then?" I ask, only earning a nod from the nurse. We say our goodbyes and I start to make my way back towards the dorms. It's pretty dark out and I can only wonder how long I've been out, or where the hell Misha went at this hour. I shrug it off and continue my walk in thoughtless peace. Once I get to my room I can only look at how barren it is. There's a note on my desk from my parents, as well as one by my pills on a nightstand next to my bed. I'm too damn tired to read it all. I set my alarm for six and fall onto my bed. My head is filled with thoughts of what went on today, and what may happen tomorrow. As hard as I try to keep myself awake with my own reflection of the day, I don't really care. I'm too damn tired. So I stop myself from thinking and let myself drift away into the night, my last thoughts only hoping that tomorrow can be at least half as good as today was.

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Alright! Yay! Girls! Stuff... yeah. Time for Mass Effect 3!

At one point Hisao refers to Misha by name before she introduces herself.
What can I say? It's always a sure bet for a laugh...
And Misha seems to complement your Hisao nicely.

I like it... Wish I could go more in-depth, but that about sums it up. I'll be waiting for more.
EDIT: Okay, now that I've had some time to think a bit here's a couple things. One: I don't think this Hisao will get along with Lilly, Their personalities just don't seem to mesh. He might get along with Hanako though, if she can stop being scared of him. Also, though I haven't done Rin's path yet, everyone who has wants to punch a certain art teacher. This Hisao might be just the one to do it. Lastly, I bet he will be a force to reckon with when he gets closer to the girls. He was apparently quite a threat when he was just fighting for himself, I imagine him fighting for someone he cares about would be downright scary.

Well well well, you've improved. And quite a lot too. I'm liking where this is going. It's some kind of alternative reality in which Hisao is a hot headed jerk who may or may not think with his penis. It certainly makes for fresh reading. Looking forward to reading more from you.

Crazy shounen action hero Hisao is really appealing for some reason. Unfortunately, that archetype tends to include a brain consisting of a bag of bricks, something a lot of people would say he has already.

I'm looking forward to seeing how he interacts with the other students.

And I think we ALL want to see Nomiya get clobbered...

Sorry for the super late chapter. School and Mass Effect consumed my soul for quite a while. But thanks for the comments everybody! I'm glad to hear that somebody likes it. Definitely adds a lot more confidence on my part that I'm slightly heading in a direction that people other than me may like.

Random Fact: I never knew what Emi's hair color was cuz I'm partially colorblind, so I had to spend a little while looking it up... It's a lot easier to look these things up on the site.

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Chapter 4: Encounter: Emi

I awake to the annoying buzz of my alarm clock. I groan and try to swat at the snooze button, but only fail and manage to knock the alarm clock off of its stand as well as several bottles of pills. Another loud groan escapes my lips as I turn in my covers and try to ignore the sound, only failing in the process. My eyes shoot as open as I can force them, which is about only one-third of the way.

I roll out of my covers and hop onto the floor, my knees give out a little and I fall straight to the ground. With amazing accuracy my forehead manages to find its way to my alarm clock on the floor and turn it off. The buzzing finally stops and my eyelids feel like they’re getting heavy. “No no no…” I keep repeating the words over and over again as I grab wildly at the floor, trying to gather all the bottles of pills that I had just knocked over.

After gathering all the bottles I finally make my stand and groan a little as I set the bottles back on the stand. I look down to my alarm clock and shrug a little. It’ll still be there when I get back. I take all my pills and go to my closet to throw on some junk clothing for the run. I really hate running in those stupid tight shorts… And that’s all that I have. I feel like I’m just wearing another pair of lighter boxers when I wear these... Whatever! Hisao Nakai doesn’t back down from a challenge, short shorts or not.

I get to the track about fifteen before seven and nobody is there. I look around a little and still find nobody. It might be because the morning sun is barely piercing through the dark sky at the moment, but I really can’t find anybody. “Guess I’m here first, then.” I say this to myself aloud; half hoping that nobody could hear me, half hoping that somebody actually could hear me and will pop out behind a tree and greet me.

“Hey! Over here!” I hear a really sweet and high-pitched voice cry out for my attention. I start to look around but I still don’t see anybody. I look around but fail to see anybody. “That’s weird, I could of sworn that…” I begin my own thought process out loud before turning around to investigate for somebody. I bump into something and then hear a loud thud as whatever I bumped into hits the ground.

I look down and see a really cute looking girl with light brown twin-tails. She’s letting out a cute groan of pain and I think that I can already grasp onto what type of person she may be. I perform my mandatory guy scan and try and locate all of her key features. She looks a little young judging by the size of her chest and hips, but her thighs are absolutely fantastic. That’s gotta mean she has a good butt. Oh yeah. She has no legs. As soon as this fact registers in my mind I can’t help but cock my head to the side and crouch down next to her.

I give her prosthetics a poke and then look at her straight in the eyes. “You alright?” I ask while offering her a hand. Before she can reply I grab her hand and help her up. She seems a bit taken back by my actions before she quickly regains her composure and smiles.

“Usually I’m the one knocking people over.” She quickly laughs at her own joke, but it completely flies over my head. She makes a mock angry face at me but I just return it with a glare of my own. This earns a reaction of shock from her and she brings out the nuclear option; puppy dog eyes. The new look on her face is too much to handle and it breaks my glare and earns her a slightly concerned look.

“Hey umm… sorry.” I begin my apology and look towards the ground a little to avoid meeting her gaze once more. “I didn’t mean to do that. Just looking for somebody right now…” I say slowly as I start to look off into the distance to try and find whoever it is that I’m supposed to be running with.

I get a giggle from her and she points at herself with her thumb. “That person would be me!” she says happily, earning a blank stare from me. It all sort of makes sense. We’re the only two out here. I’m in short shorts. She’s in short shorts. She has no legs. Yes… It all makes sense. I kind of forget to notice these simple things whenever I scan over a girl, usually it’s not the clothes that I’m trying to take note of.

While I’m lost in thought, the girl extends her arm out to me and gives me a warm smile. “Hello! I’m Emi Ibarazaki!”

I nod and extend my hand out to hers and try to return her smile, but only fail in doing so, and I get stuck in a weird half smile half stoic look. “Hi, I’m Hisao Nakai…” I start to say slowly as I look her up and down once more. I think back to what the nurse said about his ‘little agent’ and I can’t help but chuckle a little bit. “Heheh… Guess you really are a little agent.” I crack at her height, at which I instantly realize was a mistake. Her grip on my hand tightens immensely, but that look on her face stays the same.

“What did you say?” she asks me with a bit of strain in her voice. The fact that we haven’t separated our hands makes me feel a bit awkward. They’re really soft… But now is no time to be taking in such details. I’m in a dire situation here… I have obviously made a joke at this girl far too soon. And on such a sensitive matter. I’ve already stepped on the mine, now it’s just making sure that my bits and pieces don’t get blown up even further.

They say when a girl asks you those words; it means she’s giving you a second chance. Not very often do I get these, so I better not mess it up. I realize that we’re still in the same position, and that I have not said anything for the amount of time that we have been holding hands. Quick! Say the first thing that comes to mind. “Umm.” Fuck! That didn’t work! Think harder! “You have one of the greatest smiles that I have ever seen.” I tell her before flashing that warm smile that rarely shows itself.

The girl looks at me with wide eyes for a bit, her cheeks having a little bit of a red tint to them. This only lasts for a few seconds before she lets go of my hand and punches my arm and starts to giggle. “Good save.” She says as she starts moving around a little and putting her body into awkward positions. What the hell is she at this time? She notices that I’m a bit lost and motions for me to come closer. “C’mon! We need to stretch before we run!”

“Oh yeah. Stretching. Right…” I say this a little slowly and I start thinking back to when I actually used to stretch. Back when I was learning how to fight, my sensei would always have me stretch right after a quick warm up. I quickly shake my head and go back to my stretching before Emi notices that something about me is off… Or at least more than she probably already thinks that I am.

I try to start doing my stretches by mimicking whatever Emi is doing. As I bend down to touch my toes my eyes shoot open and I realize that I am nowhere near as flexible as this legless girl. Emi notices my dismay and gives me a look of amusement. “C’mon Hisao! You need to hold it longer!”

I look at her with pain in my eyes and then bite my lower lip. It might hurt, but it will be good for me. And like hell that I’m going to let her get the best of me. Emi smiles at my determination, even if it is just stretching, and I continue to follow her through the stretches. This is until she suddenly reaches down and puts her head through her legs. I try to do this but get caught up in staring at her butt.

“Hisao!” she yells at me a little embarrassed, snapping straight back up into a standing position. She folds her arms and puffs out her cheeks and flashes me an angry look. God she looks so cute. I look away a bit embarrassed but quickly shake it off.

“Uhh… So should we get started?” I ask, walking over to the track before she can even answer. She quickly makes her way next to me and I hold my arms out to the track to present it to her. “Ladies first.” I tell her, earning a giggle in return. She steps onto the track and I follow her right after. I can feel my heart pounding from how nervous I am. It’s been so long since I’ve gotten any form of exercise that just the thought of it is enough to make my heart explode. But no, I have to do this. I can’t back down. I want to get stronger… I need to get stronger.

Without even thinking I take my first step forward and feel all of my nervousness wash away with that single step. Alright. Good. Now the next one. I swing my other leg forward and begin my run at a fairly slow jog. I don't’ know how long Emi plans on having me running, but it doesn’t really matter. I’ll go until my heart tells me to stop.

During my run I notice that Emi is next to me the entire time. She’s a little bit far away and she looks a little disappointed for whatever reason. I start to pick up my pace a bit after noticing and her face seems to lighten up a little bit. It’s a little weird. I finish my first lap and the silence between us has yet to be broken, only the sounds of my breathing filling the air. Goddamn. She’s doing just fine, not even breaking a sweat! I take a few heavy breaths in and decide that it’s time to break the silence.

“Hey.” I say this so suddenly that it causes Emi to almost jump a little, but she just gives me that heart-warming smile that she has.

“Hi.” She says before giggling at my random reintroduction.

“How are you doing?” I ask her. I’m not really too good at small talk, so I guess this is as good practice as any.

“I’m doing pretty good. What about you?” she says with that same smile. Goddammit how the hell can she smile while running?

“I’m doing. Okay.” I have to take short breaths between every other word because my exhaustion is already getting to me. My heart is beating loudly and my muscles are aching. My lungs are gasping for air but in reality I still feel like I can keep going. “Hey, wanna pick up the pace?” I ask her, to which her eyes widen and she gives me a joyful nod. I guess she was keeping pace with me just because it was the nice thing to do. I shouldn’t have to hold her back, if anything I want to see what this legless wonder can do.

Emi picks up the pace quite a bit and I have a hard time catching up, but it doesn’t take long before I do. I keep stride with her as we finish our third lap and we enter what I’m hoping is our last one. Surprisingly Emi picks up the pace once more and I grunt a bit as I try to catch up. To mock me she turns around and starts running backwards. “Hisao! You’re doing pretty good to keep up with me. Not many people can, y’know. I’m the track star of this school~” she says whimsically, earning nothing but a quick snarl from me.

“Oh. Yeah?!” I yell out as I try and pick up my pace a bit. I succeed in doing so and pass her and begin to outrun the legless girl. I feel like my heart is going to explode, but another much more nostalgic feeling takes over. It’s like when I used to fight. That amazing rush that I would get, it’s coming back. Filled with excitement I try to keep running, charging into a full blown out sprint. Suddenly, I see a little blur pass my peripherals and it goes dashing off in front of me. Was that Emi?

I watch her as she passes me and that sheer look of determination on her face makes my heart stop. She looks absolutely stunning, and it’s not often that I see a girl with that type of look on her face. It’s not that she’s cute or beautiful or anything. But that show of pure willpower and enjoyment in doing what you love… She’s truly somebody that I can respect.

I suddenly realize that the moment that I saw her face, something went wrong. It wasn’t some emotional bullshit like I hoped it was… Oh yeah. It’s something much worse.

My knees buckle and my body flings forward, skidding along the track and crossing the finish line. Emi turns around and cries out something that I can’t really understand. It sounded like my name. I can only wonder what’s going through her head right now. This guy she just met just tried to race her, and now he’s face down in the dirt.

My body jolts from the pain and I begin to convulse a bit. I feel Emi’s hands on my back and she flips me over. My eyes are wide in pain and I can barely make anything out from the red spider webs clouding my vision. I can kind of make out Emi’s head and she looks like she’s crying at the moment. God dammit I hate it when a girl cries.

I struggle to put my arm up on her shoulder but my arm won’t respond. Fuck! Two times in two days… This might be the end too. Emi only cries harder as I turn my head to the side and grab at the dirt track. C’mon Hisao, you can’t die now; you’ll make this girl feel like shit.

After thirty seconds of this horrible horrible pain I can finally start to feel my heart calming down. The red spider webs clear from my vision and all that I’m left with is an overworked heart and a crying girl. Emi is crying into her hands and sniffling and babbling nonsense about how the nurse said to watch out for me. “I-I-I’m so sorry Hisao!” she cries out before she lets out another cry.

God dammit I just want it to be quiet right now… Shut the hell up! No need to get so worked up over a stranger. But of course she isn’t a mind reader, so my pleas go unheard. Dammit.

I lift up my arm and put it onto her shoulder, her face lighting up instantly as I look her dead in the eyes. She then suddenly throws herself at me and gives me an extremely tight hug. “Hisao! I’m sorry! The Nurse told me to watch out for you! But I didn’t! And now this happened! And I knew that you weren’t supposed to be pushing yourself so much, but I was having fun! And now the Nurse is gonna find out and he’s gonna go and yell at me! Even though he doesn’t really yell. But he’ll give me a stern look and then probably get you a new running partner and-”

“Holy crap! Calm down!” I say and she instantly shuts up, stifling her cries into my chest. I adjust my body a bit and take my arm out from under me and fling it over Emi. “It’s my own fault. Okay?” I start my speech and it vaguely feels familiar to the one that I gave to Misha. “I wanted to push myself. I wanna get stronger, and maybe I pushed myself a little bit too much just starting out.” I start to inform her of the reasons why I’m out on the track today.

I adjust myself a bit and make her stop hugging me so I can sit up. I look at her in the eyes and smile a bit. I hate admitting weakness, but this girl just poured her heart out to me, and is out here to help me too. So the least I can do is open up a little. “I’m a little weak right now, so would you mind helping me get stronger?” I ask her this before flashing her that grin that rarely shows itself. Her eyes go a little wide before softening up a bit and her cheeks turn a shade of pink. She pulls me into another hug and throws her head over my shoulder.

“Of course I’ll help you! That’s what I’m here for, right?” She says this very happily; I’m guessing she’s regained her old… Eminess. “C’mon Hisao, we need to go see the nurse.” She quickly says before standing up and offering me a hand. I take her hand into mine and help pull myself up and stare at it for a little while as I get a good feel of her hand one last time.

“No, it’s okay. We don’t need to.” I say, which earns quite a bit of shock to her.

“What?! But Hisao! You just collapsed! You need to go see the Nurse!” she cries out, tugging on my arm and trying to get me to go Nurse’s office.

“But you said he’d get me a new running partner. I want you.” I say this without really picking my words carefully and Emi’s cheeks turn a dark crimson color. I realize that I’m still holding her hand and I quickly pull away, she must have been embarrassed that I was holding it for so long.

“Yeah well… You asked me to help you get strong! So I say we gotta go see the Nurse! And you can’t just make a girl cry and not do what she says, so c’mon!” she barks the orders at me and grabs my hand and begins to pull me along back towards the main building. I don’t really like being ordered around, in fact I hate it. But the fact that I get to hold a girl’s hand is good enough for me.

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I forgot to proofread this and I think this is the longest chapter that I've written... I don't really know. I'll get to it later when I get home.

I figured this would be a pretty long running fanfiction that would be more adventure of the day style type of deal, so no set timeline. Or girl for that matter. But I'm not entirely sure. I've decided I'll do two encounters at a time now, and shorten them a bit for the main action. I think that my favorite so far is Encounter: Kenji, but I'm gonna be posting that up last.

Anyway, hope you guys like it, once again, feedback and comments are always appreciated. I absolutely love hearing what people have to say, so even the smallest things are cool... although insults make me sad... Whatever! Thank you for reading and everything, ciao!

MockTugBoat wrote:“That’s weird, I could of sworn that…”

That's about the only thing I can criticise here. It's a common mistake, sadly; it should read "could have". Other than that, nice work. I'm looking forward to Encounter: Kenji, very much so indeed.

i like this so far. Keep it up!

This is really, really good. I hope to see it continue, eventually.

Sorry this took so long... and it didn't really end up the way that I wanted it to either. School kind of murdered me for the last few days!

Anyway, once again! Sorry that it took a long time. But finals are over and a new quarter started, so it's pretty easygoing for now. I didn't keep to the promise to 2 encounters per chapter cuz I realized I write a lot for each girl... so it's hard y'know. But yeah, I didn't like this encounter too much cuz it took the span of all that time during finals. So it feels off to me. I don't think I missed anything in terms of proofreading, but whatever. I might rewrite this, but if you guys like it, I guess I'll keep it.

Hope you enjoy, and see you again soon!

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Chapter 5: Encounter: Hanako

I walk around school aimlessly trying to find the library. I feel like I don’t have enough to do around the school and most of the times I just end up falling asleep with my face in a book. It’s good to study and all, but I still need to carry on my hobbies. And aside from video games that I’ve beaten twenty times over and manga, I think I would have an easier time trying to find more manga. Procrastination is a key part of being a student, and without these vital items I feel like my academic skills will start declining again. I guess I’ll go into town sometime soon so that way I can buy some new games…

I scratch the back of my head in confusion while I try to make my way through this maze that I call school. In hindsight, I should have asked Misha and that Shizune girl where it was. But they seemed a bit busy, so I decided to leave them alone. I let out a long sigh and slump my shoulders a bit. It is at that moment that I realize what I’m standing in front of. “The library!” I exclaim rather loud, gaining the attention of a few nearby students.

I glare down the students to make them avert their gazes and head on in. The library is exactly what I expected it to be. It’s rather boring; random desks, random students, and lots of books. I glance around the library to try and find anything that might give a sign as to where I need to go for my entertainment, but I honestly don’t know where they would go. Laziness quickly gets the best of me and I decide that I’ll just ask the librarian.

I make my way towards the desk where a rather mousy looking girl seems to be doing some paperwork. With closer inspection, it seems she’s just shuffling papers out of boredom. “Yo.” I say to her rather calmly to get her attention. Even with my calm demeanor, the girl still lets out a little ‘eep’ of surprise and looks at me.

The girl at hand is wearing a light blue dress and glasses, but that’s all that I can really see from this position. Then again, I don’t think I need to know any more. She wears her brown hair down and has a rather nervous look to her face. I harden my gaze at her to try and test how fragile she is, and I break her like an egg. “Wh-why?” she asks with a frightened look on her face.

Shit. Stop being an asshole Hisao! “Uhh… hey. I’ve been pretty bored so like…” I start to explain my case slowly but it doesn’t ease that look on her face. Maybe she’s always like this. I shake my head and realize that there’s no point in explaining and clear my throat before extending my hand out, to which she shifts her body to slightly try to avoid. I raise my eyebrow at her and leave my hand out dangling in the wind for a while, before she daintily takes it into her own. We shake hands and I give her a light smile and introduce myself. “Hi, I’m Hisao.”

“Nice to meet you, Hisao.” It’s strange how she says this with that same look on her face. I guess she really does always look nervous. “My name is Yuuko… Uhh…” She obviously doesn’t feel comfortable talking to me. I guess the introduction was kind of random too… Whatever. As far as my quest for friends go, she can stay on hold. We stand there in silence for a little bit, and it feels like it’s getting a little more awkward with each passing second.

“So yeah, I’m here looking for some manga, I was wondering where I’d find it here. Or if you guys even have any.” I tell her what I’m looking for and her face seems to brighten up a bit.

“Oh, yes. We do have quite a bit. A whole entire section, actually.” She says this with a bit of enthusiasm, and as if by some unnatural force her face falters again. “But most of it is donated… so we don’t have too many complete series.” I give her a slow nod in acknowledgement and she points off into a direction behind me. “They’re over there by the bean bag chairs. If you have any questions just feel free to ask.” She says this with a light smile and I return it for a second before going on my way.

I make my way over to the spot Yuuko was pointing to and notice that somebody is occupying those beanbag chairs. A girl with dark hair is sitting down on one of the beanbag chairs. I think she’s in my class, but it’s kind of hard to tell. She’s pretty unnoticeable for the most part, but I guess she does have a pretty cute face... Markings and the like aside I guess. I shrug it off and go back to looking for my beloved distractions.

I spot the section fairly quickly after I’m done staring at the girl and I realize that it actually is pretty small. Four or five shelves of random series that I’ve heard of throughout the years but never got to really reading. I guess now that I’m here I’ll have not much better to do. As much as I like just walking around and doing all that fun stuff, I don’t think I want to risk too much. I’ve had two heart-splosions in two days, so it might actually be good to calm myself down. But knowing my luck, I’d say I have another three to four hours before my next accident.

I give a light sigh and grab some stuff that looked interesting and head over to the beanbag chairs. I plop myself down onto the beanbag chair rather loudly, scaring the girl sitting across from my out of her trance. She lets out a little ‘eep’ as she does so and hops off the beanbag a bit. She looks at me for a brief second before turning her attention back to her book. “Uhhh…” I don’t really know what to say right now. “Sorry ‘bout that… I’ll try to be quieter from now on.” All right, an apology. Seems good enough. She only nods to me and then gets right back to her book. I guess she isn’t really one to talk too much.

I begin reading my first volume, and time just seems to fly by. But the entire time that I’m reading I can’t help but feel that something is off. It feels like I’m being watched. I take a glance at the girl sitting across from me with a suspicious glare, and I’m not too shocked at what I see. She’s just sitting there and reading like she was before my suspicion kicked in. I start to turn my attention back to the manga in front of me, but I notice something out of the corner of my eye. That girl is looking at me!

“Aha!” I yell out in triumph as I throw my manga down and point at her. Her eyes go wide and instantly fill with fear. She hides a majority of her face behind her book and she keeps looking away, trying to pretend that I’m not in front of her. I don’t really know what this girl’s problem is, but I think I scared her a little bit. She looks like she’s trying to get back to reading but her eyes keep on shifting from the book and back to me at incredible speeds.

“Wh-what?” she asks hesitantly. Her voice is quiet and soft. I stare at her blankly for a second before shaking my head.

“Oh, I don’t know… You were looking at me. So I was just… You know I don’t even know why.” I start to ramble on. I guess I’m just a little too headstrong in these types of thing. Is that even the right word to describe myself in this situation? Maybe… impulsive? Yeah. Let’s go with that. Impulsive.

The girl stares at me like a deer trapped in headlights then looks down to the manga that I threw down. “I-I noticed wh-what you were reading…” she says a bit hesitantly. The stuttering in her voice kind of irritates me but it makes me understand her that much more. She’s too shy and hidden, that’s for sure.

“So you were looking at me?” I ask her. Her face goes ghostly pale and I realize my mistake far too late. The girl starts to stand up, but her knees are buckling. She falls right back down onto the beanbag chair and I shoot up and walk over to her. “Oh… no! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to… ugh. Are you okay?” I ask her franticly. The fact that I ask this all in a slightly angry tone doesn’t help.

The girl just seems to freeze up the closer I get and I realize it a little too late. Her eyes are absolutely fear stricken. I think if I stay any longer, it’s just going to get worse. I can’t imagine the scene at hand looking too fantastic to anybody, really. Some handsome badass standing over a girl in an awkward position on a beanbag chair, and she’s staring at him like she just saw the devil. I think I might get arrested if I don’t leave soon…

The girl looks like she’s about to open her mouth to say something but I beat her to it. “Ivegottogodosomething!” I shout out and I simply stare at her for a second wide-eyed at what I just said. Yeah… Let’s go before this gets worse. I quickly run out of the library and I can hear Yuuko yell something that I can’t quite make out as I pass by her.


The next day I’m sitting in class alone, waiting for it to start. I just finished my morning run with Emi and she says that the girl’s name is Hanako. Apparently Hanako is a super shy girl that isn’t too fantastic at making friends. So I guess I messed up big time… “Gurah!” I let out a shout and throw myself onto the desk, burying my head into my arms.

I hear a small ‘eep’ that sounds all too familiar coming from nearby right as I throw myself down. I pick myself up quickly and look up with a raised eyebrow to Mutou. Mutou stares at me with that same look that he always has and points to the doorway, where I see Hanako standing timidly. She looks like she’s about to cry, but she looks like she’s trying to stand strong. Or she’s just too afraid to move.

Oh great… She is afraid of me. And now people are gonna be all like ‘Oh! Hisao freaked out Hanako on his first weak! What a total dickweed!’ Or something like that. Ffffuuuuuuuuuaaa-

“U-umm…” A soft and timid voice interrupts my little moment, and I look up to find that Hanako is standing pretty close to me. Her hands are behind her back and it looks like she’s holding something. I look at her a little slack jawed and she looks away for a moment before closing her eyes and bringing her hands forward, revealing several manga volumes of the series that I was reading yesterday.

“I-I…” She keeps her eyes closed the entire time and I look at her in disbelief. She brought me the entire complete series. “I r-remember you were r-reading this yesterday. Th-the library doesn’t have m-much so I thought…” she goes off before turning her head and putting the manga on my desk and hurrying to her own. I keep staring at them with wide eyes before looking towards Mutou, who looks equally shocked. He just gives me a shrug and goes back to looking down at his desk.

I look towards Hanako and she’s already staring at me. The moment our eyes make contact she looks away, but I can’t help but feel like I need to go and do something. I want to walk over to her desk but before I have time to think, Misha is assaulting me already. Apparently during my small bit of shock, a lot more time passed than I actually realized. Enough for the class to fill up at least.

“Hicchan~! Where’d you get these? And why bring them to class?” she asks as she picks up the manga and looks at it quizzically. The girl that I know as Shizune is picking up another volume and flipping through it nonchalantly. She then adjusts her glasses and puts her hands to her sides, waiting for an answer as well.

“Umm… a friend, I think?” I say this a bit hesitantly. I don’t know why Hanako would give me these when she doesn’t even know me at all. Maybe it’s some type of pity for the new guy. I don’t really know.

I look towards Hanako who is staring at me once again, and looks away just like all the other times. I keep staring at her though and her head slowly turns towards me. I mouth a ‘thank you’, and I could swear for a second that I see a small smile on her face.

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Next time on Katawa Yankee Z! Encounter: Shizune!