Life without Hisao
Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2012 9:22 pm
This my first attempt at writing a fan fic. Undoubtedly there are some grammatical errors that will need refinement. I have been an avid reader of many provocative yet touching stories of the community on this board. I'm not always a dark person but the thought of where the characters lives might have drifted if not for one fellow with a bad heart that needed cheered up. Katawa Shoujo is a beacon in a world where normal doesn't exist. We aren't broken, we're just different.
The possibilities.
Lilly:
She returns to Inverness. A life never ventured, and friends unknown left behind. Her parents see that the staff tend her needs. Long days are spent alone while Akira exhausts herself joining the rat race in her Father's hopes that she'll one day lead the family business. Lilly's Mother takes an interest in so far as finding family approved suitors for Lilly. One day she is married away to a trusted company man to provide for her.
Hanoko :
Another day ending in overtime while editing at the local paper. An interest sprung by a briefly emboldened young women at a loss without her dearest friend in life. In time life cruelly wears her down that she now rents a windowless apartment one block from the only thing that draws her from the lonely walls. A need to go about the paces. Even a tidy store is an easy stop to and from each sanctuary. The nights provide a cover to unwelcome stares and daylight is rarely seen.
Emi:
A life of great highs. Para-Olympic golds and records on the track. The Fame, the books and the tours. The lows of time spent locked away in a room alone. The new agent always being told to go away at these dark hours lest they want to find new work. A mother whose fond memories of a bright spirit that no longer allows even her to come close.A cold fire of determination to never be hurt that denies that it burns the one that wants protection from it.
Rin:
A lost and nearly forgotten tale that should be shared among talented but wayward youth. Un-named works adorn murals, books and homes without having to pay respects to a once promising flicker of life. She made no quarrels to her health and had to interests in protecting her works against those who would advantage them. The nameless artist with only one small portrait of herself left behind titled "unknown".
Shizune:
It wasn't ever supposed to be this way. A bitter existence to a once rising star in the business community with hopes of a politcal future. A bad investment there, a gamble here and few swollen toes seeking revenge for their humiliation. Now a bitter women she tends to the library of Yumaku. A once proud institution now over shadowed by the endowments of it's competitors.
Misha:
Misha is a bitterly interesting contrast. She succeeded at becoming a teacher of sign language at a school in Atlanta. Professionally she has exceeded all her personal goals and is now a vice-principle at very fine institution of learning. However, she lives in fear. A fear that students, coworkers or the board may find out her secret. In a conservatively structured community she fears that she'd never be accepted if they knew. She longed for the company of a caring woman. A couple discreet visits to dark rooms while on vacations temper her urges but never silence the whispers that it is odd for a smart beautiful and successful woman not to have a love interest in her life. After a few strung along suitors she resigns herself to a life that fulfillment will need to be found in her work.
Kenji:
It's cold here. A lonely place where Kenji has discovered enemies far worse than dreaded feminists. Prison. Why he was sent here never bothered him. He had fought the good fight. The books, the demonstrations organized and rallies. All in the name of a just cause. Til the day they caught him. A one rally he had made a grave mistake of taking on a leading politicians wife and berating her for all that ills his once proud country. Had he stopped there he may have merely been sent for treatment. However in a spirited burst he had sent her flailing down the concrete stairs. On camera no less. His lawyer tried unsuccessfully to keep him from testifying but no avail. The judge had no ills about sending him here. A place where men are broken by other men.
[ One fated day left my life with an irony that with the lose of other sound, I hear my heart beat forever through silence.]
The possibilities.
Lilly:
She returns to Inverness. A life never ventured, and friends unknown left behind. Her parents see that the staff tend her needs. Long days are spent alone while Akira exhausts herself joining the rat race in her Father's hopes that she'll one day lead the family business. Lilly's Mother takes an interest in so far as finding family approved suitors for Lilly. One day she is married away to a trusted company man to provide for her.
Hanoko :
Another day ending in overtime while editing at the local paper. An interest sprung by a briefly emboldened young women at a loss without her dearest friend in life. In time life cruelly wears her down that she now rents a windowless apartment one block from the only thing that draws her from the lonely walls. A need to go about the paces. Even a tidy store is an easy stop to and from each sanctuary. The nights provide a cover to unwelcome stares and daylight is rarely seen.
Emi:
A life of great highs. Para-Olympic golds and records on the track. The Fame, the books and the tours. The lows of time spent locked away in a room alone. The new agent always being told to go away at these dark hours lest they want to find new work. A mother whose fond memories of a bright spirit that no longer allows even her to come close.A cold fire of determination to never be hurt that denies that it burns the one that wants protection from it.
Rin:
A lost and nearly forgotten tale that should be shared among talented but wayward youth. Un-named works adorn murals, books and homes without having to pay respects to a once promising flicker of life. She made no quarrels to her health and had to interests in protecting her works against those who would advantage them. The nameless artist with only one small portrait of herself left behind titled "unknown".
Shizune:
It wasn't ever supposed to be this way. A bitter existence to a once rising star in the business community with hopes of a politcal future. A bad investment there, a gamble here and few swollen toes seeking revenge for their humiliation. Now a bitter women she tends to the library of Yumaku. A once proud institution now over shadowed by the endowments of it's competitors.
Misha:
Misha is a bitterly interesting contrast. She succeeded at becoming a teacher of sign language at a school in Atlanta. Professionally she has exceeded all her personal goals and is now a vice-principle at very fine institution of learning. However, she lives in fear. A fear that students, coworkers or the board may find out her secret. In a conservatively structured community she fears that she'd never be accepted if they knew. She longed for the company of a caring woman. A couple discreet visits to dark rooms while on vacations temper her urges but never silence the whispers that it is odd for a smart beautiful and successful woman not to have a love interest in her life. After a few strung along suitors she resigns herself to a life that fulfillment will need to be found in her work.
Kenji:
It's cold here. A lonely place where Kenji has discovered enemies far worse than dreaded feminists. Prison. Why he was sent here never bothered him. He had fought the good fight. The books, the demonstrations organized and rallies. All in the name of a just cause. Til the day they caught him. A one rally he had made a grave mistake of taking on a leading politicians wife and berating her for all that ills his once proud country. Had he stopped there he may have merely been sent for treatment. However in a spirited burst he had sent her flailing down the concrete stairs. On camera no less. His lawyer tried unsuccessfully to keep him from testifying but no avail. The judge had no ills about sending him here. A place where men are broken by other men.
[ One fated day left my life with an irony that with the lose of other sound, I hear my heart beat forever through silence.]
