- 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.
Fall For Me
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“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.