This will be central location for the writing I've done. I got the idea for a shorter story than I've done before, so I'll be putting it here along with any other short pieces I write later.
Meanwhile, here are links to my previous longer ones. Keep in mind that these were written before the full release.
Update: These stories now have navigation links in them.
Emi's Winter Break Emi POV, Emi/Hisao
The Most Surprising Thing Shizune POV, Shizune/Hanakosex in the epilogue from Hanako's POV Now with art added! (4/5/2013)
Short works:
The Decision Lilly POV
Questions With And Without Answers Hisao POV, Rin/Hisao
We DeepEnd On Each Other Hisao POVCharacter death
Griffon8's Writing | New: We DeepEnd On Each Other
Griffon8's Writing | New: We DeepEnd On Each Other
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Re: Griffon8's Writing Center
I just read through the Emi story. I enjoyed it quite a bit. Currently, I'm in the Shizune one. I have to say, I wasn't expecting how it turned out. You just earned yourself +1 fan. 
The Decision
The Decision
I don’t like waiting in line.
Considered one of the most quintessential Japanese qualities and I just don’t like it.
Waiting isn’t the problem. I have patience in good measure. It’s when I have to do it in a queue that I have difficulty. That’s when a dependence on others is forced upon me.
“You didn’t run your ticket through the wash this time, did you?”
“No Lilly, I didn’t. I have both of our tickets right here. Is this something you’re never going to let me live down?” Akira asks as she guides me forward one place in line.
“Not at all. I’m sure you will be providing new things with which to embarrass yourself. Constantly,” I giggle.
Though of course I can’t see it, I’m sure Akira is smiling at my gentle jab. This level of playing off each other is what produces envy in my friends who don’t have siblings.
“Right. I have to keep reusing the same ones of yours over and over,” she rejoins.
We fall silent after that, just waiting. For some reason I’m feeling more impatient than I ought to though. I let out a sigh through my nose as we take another step.
“Something bugging you, Lils?”
“No. I don’t think so. Nothing should be bothering me.”
“Uh, huh.”
I know that tone. “You think there’s something bothering me?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Just that you’re about to leave the life you’ve had for the last six years, not to mention your home for eighteen years, behind. No, you’re right. There’s nothing there that should be bothering you.”
I frown at her words. “We’ve discussed this. This is the proper thing to do.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I know.”
Eager to end this line of talk, I don’t respond.
As we take yet another of what seems and endless number of steps, Akira says, “Just one more person ahead of us, Lilly. Then we’ll be able to go to our gate.”
I nod in response, not mentioning that I could determine our proximity by the voice of the woman checking bags.
At last we arrive at the counter. Akira hands over our tickets and then proceeds to put our luggage on the scales.
The airline woman is quick and efficient. “Thank you, Ms. Satou. Your flight on Air France from Tokyo to Inverness, Great Britain via Paris, France and Manchester, Great Britain will be boarding in fifty minutes. Your gate number is printed on your ticket.”
“Thanks. Well, Lilly, I guess we’ve got a little more waiting before we go. Wanna get a quick bite to eat after we pass through security?”
I think about it before I reply. “No, I will be fine waiting at the gate. If you wish to eat before our flight, that will be all right.”
“Okay.” Akira leads the way to our gate. Security doesn’t take long checking our things and us through.
Shortly we reach our destination. Akira finds a seat for me to sit with our carry-on bags, and says before she goes, “I noticed a ladies’ room just a little ways down the wall to your right. If you follow the wall, it’ll be the first door you come to.”
“Thank you, Akira. I don’t believe I will need it, but your directions are much appreciated.”
“Hey, no prob. I’ll be back in plenty of time. You have a book or something to read while you’re waiting?”
I place a hand on my bag. “Yes, I’ll be fine. Don’t have too many beers before we board; I’m sure drinks will be available on our flight,” I chide good-naturedly.
“Yeah, but we’re on Air France! That’s fine if I want champagne or wine, but a beer? Come on!” she laughs as she leaves, no doubt holding her hand high in a wave I can’t see.
And now I’m left by myself to wait for our plane. A plane that will take me to my parents’ home. A home I’ve been to only once, just a little while ago.
Are these second thoughts? I shouldn’t be having second thoughts at this point. I’ve made my decision. I’m going home.
“But whose home is it really?” I hear myself asking in my mind. “Yours?”
“It is now,” I respond in kind.
Sweeping these thoughts from my head, I pick up my carry-on bag. As expected, the book I’ve begun reading most recently is on top. What is unexpected is that the arrangement of my other things has been altered.
“Akira, what did you do?” She knows better than to change how I’ve packed my bag.
Sighing, I set about emptying my bag and making sure I know where everything is. At least I won’t be bored waiting for Akira to come back.
Spare clothes, now haphazardly bundled. Two more books. Toiletries in approved amounts and containers in a ziplock bag; at least that’s completely intact. And…
As soon as I touch it, I know what she’s done.
Gently, careful not to disturb it, I pull the box out of my bag and rest it in my lap. Feeling for the lid, I open it. The beautiful tune plays, so out of place in the middle of a bustling airport.
Memories flood through my mind, impossible to hold back. “Hisao…”
When he gave me this music box, I kissed him. Not a romantic kiss, but an affectionate one. But I knew then where we were headed.
His second call to me during my visit to Scotland, we said that we missed each other. But I know what we both ached to say.
I had told him I loved him. I told him over and over that day in the wheat field. Hormones took over us both the rest of our vacation, but they just affirmed our mutual feelings.
Were those feeling now a lie? Did I not trust myself, did I not believe in the truth of those feelings, now that my parents had called me to their home?
Hisao was always honest with me. Even when he wanted to hide his condition from the world, he told me about it. When he had a problem with me, he didn’t let it stew. How many people would admit to having just received a letter from his previous love? So easy to let details like that just be ignored.
“But Hisao knew that this was the right thing to do. He knew he couldn’t keep you anymore. What did he say? ‘It’s okay. You’ve got your own life to lead, after all.’”
“That’s right. I do have my own life to lead.” Grim determination sets in as I repack my bag.
As I finish, I hear Akira call out as she comes near. “Hey, Lilly. How are you… Ah. Found it, huh?”
“Yes. Yes I did. Akira, how could you?”
“Well, I don’t know. I just figured, you know, it might make you think of something…” she lamely trails off.
My face must be quite a sight to so cow her. “You’re right; it has made me think of something.”
“Um, okay. Like what?”
I stand up. “Like getting out of here and back to Hisao. Take our bags; we’re not getting on that plane!”
There’s a long pause before she responds. “Geez, Lils!” she begins as she picks up our bags. “About time! I was worried we’d be in the air before you finally figured this out!”
Ignoring her reply, we set about leaving back through the security we previously passed through.
“You know, our luggage is probably going to leave for Paris without us.”
“I don’t care. There’s nothing in them I can’t live without for now, and it’s all replaceable. Once we get a taxi you can try calling the airline to cancel our tickets and get our luggage unloaded.”
When we reach the exit, there’s a much larger commotion than I would have expected for this time of night. I can hear loud whistles and men shouting directions. “Akira, what’s going on?”
“I don’t know. Some kind of traffic snarl maybe; there’s someone directing cars.”
“Is there an officer or airport employee around we can talk to?”
“Yeah. Yeah, there’s one just to the left ahead. Hey, excuse me sir, what’s going on?”
“Apparently, someone had a heart attack right in front of the doors here. The ambulance just left.”
Akira and I stop dead still. A cold fear clutches my heart. “Excuse me, but did you happen to see the person who had the heart attack?” My voice sounds strange to me as I croak out my question.
“Yeah, looked pretty young. Even had a school uniform on.”
“White shirt, black tie, green pants?” Akira asks.
“Yeah. How’d you know?”
My mind goes blank. Dimly, I hear Akira call out for a taxi. Eventually, she leads me over to a cab and we get in. Akira tells the driver to take us to the nearest hospital.
“Hisao…”
“Hm? Lilly, did you say something?”
Tears are streaming down my face now. “You came for me…”
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I posted this about 1:30 am my time—just had to get it out of me. Now that I've had some sleep, I wanted to write some comments about it.
As happy as I was with Lilly's Good End, I felt that the idea that Hisao needed to have a heart attack to convince Lilly to stay wasn't right.
So I figured, if Hisao's choices are changing how he thinks, maybe they can change how others think of him. So Hisao's honesty didn't just make him get Lilly, it helped Lilly get Hisao. This story was the result.
I don’t like waiting in line.
Considered one of the most quintessential Japanese qualities and I just don’t like it.
Waiting isn’t the problem. I have patience in good measure. It’s when I have to do it in a queue that I have difficulty. That’s when a dependence on others is forced upon me.
“You didn’t run your ticket through the wash this time, did you?”
“No Lilly, I didn’t. I have both of our tickets right here. Is this something you’re never going to let me live down?” Akira asks as she guides me forward one place in line.
“Not at all. I’m sure you will be providing new things with which to embarrass yourself. Constantly,” I giggle.
Though of course I can’t see it, I’m sure Akira is smiling at my gentle jab. This level of playing off each other is what produces envy in my friends who don’t have siblings.
“Right. I have to keep reusing the same ones of yours over and over,” she rejoins.
We fall silent after that, just waiting. For some reason I’m feeling more impatient than I ought to though. I let out a sigh through my nose as we take another step.
“Something bugging you, Lils?”
“No. I don’t think so. Nothing should be bothering me.”
“Uh, huh.”
I know that tone. “You think there’s something bothering me?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Just that you’re about to leave the life you’ve had for the last six years, not to mention your home for eighteen years, behind. No, you’re right. There’s nothing there that should be bothering you.”
I frown at her words. “We’ve discussed this. This is the proper thing to do.”
“Yeah. Yeah, I know.”
Eager to end this line of talk, I don’t respond.
As we take yet another of what seems and endless number of steps, Akira says, “Just one more person ahead of us, Lilly. Then we’ll be able to go to our gate.”
I nod in response, not mentioning that I could determine our proximity by the voice of the woman checking bags.
At last we arrive at the counter. Akira hands over our tickets and then proceeds to put our luggage on the scales.
The airline woman is quick and efficient. “Thank you, Ms. Satou. Your flight on Air France from Tokyo to Inverness, Great Britain via Paris, France and Manchester, Great Britain will be boarding in fifty minutes. Your gate number is printed on your ticket.”
“Thanks. Well, Lilly, I guess we’ve got a little more waiting before we go. Wanna get a quick bite to eat after we pass through security?”
I think about it before I reply. “No, I will be fine waiting at the gate. If you wish to eat before our flight, that will be all right.”
“Okay.” Akira leads the way to our gate. Security doesn’t take long checking our things and us through.
Shortly we reach our destination. Akira finds a seat for me to sit with our carry-on bags, and says before she goes, “I noticed a ladies’ room just a little ways down the wall to your right. If you follow the wall, it’ll be the first door you come to.”
“Thank you, Akira. I don’t believe I will need it, but your directions are much appreciated.”
“Hey, no prob. I’ll be back in plenty of time. You have a book or something to read while you’re waiting?”
I place a hand on my bag. “Yes, I’ll be fine. Don’t have too many beers before we board; I’m sure drinks will be available on our flight,” I chide good-naturedly.
“Yeah, but we’re on Air France! That’s fine if I want champagne or wine, but a beer? Come on!” she laughs as she leaves, no doubt holding her hand high in a wave I can’t see.
And now I’m left by myself to wait for our plane. A plane that will take me to my parents’ home. A home I’ve been to only once, just a little while ago.
Are these second thoughts? I shouldn’t be having second thoughts at this point. I’ve made my decision. I’m going home.
“But whose home is it really?” I hear myself asking in my mind. “Yours?”
“It is now,” I respond in kind.
Sweeping these thoughts from my head, I pick up my carry-on bag. As expected, the book I’ve begun reading most recently is on top. What is unexpected is that the arrangement of my other things has been altered.
“Akira, what did you do?” She knows better than to change how I’ve packed my bag.
Sighing, I set about emptying my bag and making sure I know where everything is. At least I won’t be bored waiting for Akira to come back.
Spare clothes, now haphazardly bundled. Two more books. Toiletries in approved amounts and containers in a ziplock bag; at least that’s completely intact. And…
As soon as I touch it, I know what she’s done.
Gently, careful not to disturb it, I pull the box out of my bag and rest it in my lap. Feeling for the lid, I open it. The beautiful tune plays, so out of place in the middle of a bustling airport.
Memories flood through my mind, impossible to hold back. “Hisao…”
When he gave me this music box, I kissed him. Not a romantic kiss, but an affectionate one. But I knew then where we were headed.
His second call to me during my visit to Scotland, we said that we missed each other. But I know what we both ached to say.
I had told him I loved him. I told him over and over that day in the wheat field. Hormones took over us both the rest of our vacation, but they just affirmed our mutual feelings.
Were those feeling now a lie? Did I not trust myself, did I not believe in the truth of those feelings, now that my parents had called me to their home?
Hisao was always honest with me. Even when he wanted to hide his condition from the world, he told me about it. When he had a problem with me, he didn’t let it stew. How many people would admit to having just received a letter from his previous love? So easy to let details like that just be ignored.
“But Hisao knew that this was the right thing to do. He knew he couldn’t keep you anymore. What did he say? ‘It’s okay. You’ve got your own life to lead, after all.’”
“That’s right. I do have my own life to lead.” Grim determination sets in as I repack my bag.
As I finish, I hear Akira call out as she comes near. “Hey, Lilly. How are you… Ah. Found it, huh?”
“Yes. Yes I did. Akira, how could you?”
“Well, I don’t know. I just figured, you know, it might make you think of something…” she lamely trails off.
My face must be quite a sight to so cow her. “You’re right; it has made me think of something.”
“Um, okay. Like what?”
I stand up. “Like getting out of here and back to Hisao. Take our bags; we’re not getting on that plane!”
There’s a long pause before she responds. “Geez, Lils!” she begins as she picks up our bags. “About time! I was worried we’d be in the air before you finally figured this out!”
Ignoring her reply, we set about leaving back through the security we previously passed through.
“You know, our luggage is probably going to leave for Paris without us.”
“I don’t care. There’s nothing in them I can’t live without for now, and it’s all replaceable. Once we get a taxi you can try calling the airline to cancel our tickets and get our luggage unloaded.”
When we reach the exit, there’s a much larger commotion than I would have expected for this time of night. I can hear loud whistles and men shouting directions. “Akira, what’s going on?”
“I don’t know. Some kind of traffic snarl maybe; there’s someone directing cars.”
“Is there an officer or airport employee around we can talk to?”
“Yeah. Yeah, there’s one just to the left ahead. Hey, excuse me sir, what’s going on?”
“Apparently, someone had a heart attack right in front of the doors here. The ambulance just left.”
Akira and I stop dead still. A cold fear clutches my heart. “Excuse me, but did you happen to see the person who had the heart attack?” My voice sounds strange to me as I croak out my question.
“Yeah, looked pretty young. Even had a school uniform on.”
“White shirt, black tie, green pants?” Akira asks.
“Yeah. How’d you know?”
My mind goes blank. Dimly, I hear Akira call out for a taxi. Eventually, she leads me over to a cab and we get in. Akira tells the driver to take us to the nearest hospital.
“Hisao…”
“Hm? Lilly, did you say something?”
Tears are streaming down my face now. “You came for me…”
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I posted this about 1:30 am my time—just had to get it out of me. Now that I've had some sleep, I wanted to write some comments about it.
As happy as I was with Lilly's Good End, I felt that the idea that Hisao needed to have a heart attack to convince Lilly to stay wasn't right.
So I figured, if Hisao's choices are changing how he thinks, maybe they can change how others think of him. So Hisao's honesty didn't just make him get Lilly, it helped Lilly get Hisao. This story was the result.
Last edited by griffon8 on Mon Apr 21, 2014 7:11 pm, edited 4 times in total.
I found out about Katawa Shoujo through the forums of Misfile. There, I am the editor of Misfiled Dreams.
Completed: 100%, including bonus picture. Shizune>Emi>Lilly>Hanako>Rin
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Re: Griffon8's Writing Center | New: The Decision
god i love this... i love how you made lilly choose to stay without hearing about hisaos attack first. it nearly brought a tear to my eye ^^ good stuff man.
in the wise words of Jack O'neill ..."what?"
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Re: Griffon8's Writing Center | New: The Decision
Massive amounts of feels, man. And goddamn do I really need to hurry up and finish Rin's story to get to Lilly's (saving best for last 
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Re: Griffon8's Writing Center | New: The Decision
Dammit man! What the hell are you doing wasting time on the forums when you aren't done with the game yet?xaolindragon wrote:Massive amounts of feels, man. And goddamn do I really need to hurry up and finish Rin's story to get to Lilly's (saving best for last
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Completed: 100%, including bonus picture. Shizune>Emi>Lilly>Hanako>Rin
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Re: Griffon8's Writing Center | New: The Decision
Very good point. I think it's mostly a combination of college and the fact that I might be a little too attached to Hanako to start the other stories. I know. How silly.griffon8 wrote:Dammit man! What the hell are you doing wasting time on the forums when you aren't done with the game yet?xaolindragon wrote:Massive amounts of feels, man. And goddamn do I really need to hurry up and finish Rin's story to get to Lilly's (saving best for last
Plus, fan fics like yours help me get my Katawa Shoujo fix. hehehee
Edit: Now, I don't know if this is just me, but I feel like putting "____ POV" under spoiler tags isn't really necessary. I feel like letting someone know whose POV the story is written in helps. Just my opinion.
Questions With And Without Answers
Unusual for me, I had a notion for a little Rin piece. Found it easier to get in her head for some reason. Maybe it's all the pain killers I've had to take…
Anyway, here it is.
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Questions With And Without Answers
“Hisao?”
Rin prods me slightly with her foot when I don’t respond right away.
“Hisao?” she says, giving me another push.
“What is it, Rin?”
“Have you thought of the answer to my question?”
“What question was that?”
“What’s the word for when it feels inside your heart that everything in the world is all right?”
I open my eyes to see that the sky is still the beautiful cerulean it was when we laid down. Dandelion seeds continue to drift over us in the breeze.
“I don’t think there’s one answer to that. I can think of at least two.”
“What are they?”
“Peace. Happiness.”
She thinks about my answer for a bit. Then she smiles.
“Yeah. That sounds right. Maybe there are a lot of questions that don’t have one answer. Maybe there are some that don’t have any answer. Seems inefficient. Shouldn’t there be as many answers as there are questions?”
“No, life doesn’t work that way. Unlike science, where there may be one answer, or at least one best answer, life’s questions don’t fall neatly into place like that. Some things we’ll never know. That’s just how things are. It’s not something we can change. But I like exploring them. I hope…”
Rin waits as my words trail off. She is looking right at me, really at me. Not like all those times where her eyes seemed to go past where I was and just looked in my direction. Rin has focused her eyes on me.
“You hope?” she prompts.
Steeling my resolve, I continue. “I hope we can explore them together.”
There’s a pause before she replies, but it’s shorter than I feared. “I’d like that.”
At that, we lapse into silence again. Then Rin speaks up. “Do you think we should go back?”
“Hmm, is there any reason we should?”
Rin takes her time before responding. “I think I’m hungry.”
Of course. Biology would be the reason to disturb our comfort. I glance at my watch and see that it is lunchtime. Thinking back, I don’t think I’ve eaten in quite a while either. Once brought to my attention, my stomach growls in confirmation.
“Guess my stomach agrees with you.”
Rin snickers at my comment. That surprises me a little.
“Funny, huh?”
“Yeah. Like we’re becoming more alike. Where will you end and I begin if this continues?”
“Well, it’s okay for you to be you. By extension, it’s okay for me to be me. Shouldn’t it logically follow that it’s okay for us to be us? Whatever that turns out to be?”
Rin contemplates this for a moment. She tilts her head to one side, then the other, as if the slight change of view will provide greater clarity.
“I think… that sounds about right. Yes, definitely. It is okay for us to be us.”
I smile at her conclusion. “Glad to hear that. Let’s see where that takes us, huh? But first, I think that’s going to take us to the cafeteria.”
Nodding in agreement, Rin gets up, and I follow suit.
Neither of us know where this is going, because that would be the future. For now, I will do my best to stay in Rin’s present.
Anyway, here it is.
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Questions With And Without Answers
“Hisao?”
Rin prods me slightly with her foot when I don’t respond right away.
“Hisao?” she says, giving me another push.
“What is it, Rin?”
“Have you thought of the answer to my question?”
“What question was that?”
“What’s the word for when it feels inside your heart that everything in the world is all right?”
I open my eyes to see that the sky is still the beautiful cerulean it was when we laid down. Dandelion seeds continue to drift over us in the breeze.
“I don’t think there’s one answer to that. I can think of at least two.”
“What are they?”
“Peace. Happiness.”
She thinks about my answer for a bit. Then she smiles.
“Yeah. That sounds right. Maybe there are a lot of questions that don’t have one answer. Maybe there are some that don’t have any answer. Seems inefficient. Shouldn’t there be as many answers as there are questions?”
“No, life doesn’t work that way. Unlike science, where there may be one answer, or at least one best answer, life’s questions don’t fall neatly into place like that. Some things we’ll never know. That’s just how things are. It’s not something we can change. But I like exploring them. I hope…”
Rin waits as my words trail off. She is looking right at me, really at me. Not like all those times where her eyes seemed to go past where I was and just looked in my direction. Rin has focused her eyes on me.
“You hope?” she prompts.
Steeling my resolve, I continue. “I hope we can explore them together.”
There’s a pause before she replies, but it’s shorter than I feared. “I’d like that.”
At that, we lapse into silence again. Then Rin speaks up. “Do you think we should go back?”
“Hmm, is there any reason we should?”
Rin takes her time before responding. “I think I’m hungry.”
Of course. Biology would be the reason to disturb our comfort. I glance at my watch and see that it is lunchtime. Thinking back, I don’t think I’ve eaten in quite a while either. Once brought to my attention, my stomach growls in confirmation.
“Guess my stomach agrees with you.”
Rin snickers at my comment. That surprises me a little.
“Funny, huh?”
“Yeah. Like we’re becoming more alike. Where will you end and I begin if this continues?”
“Well, it’s okay for you to be you. By extension, it’s okay for me to be me. Shouldn’t it logically follow that it’s okay for us to be us? Whatever that turns out to be?”
Rin contemplates this for a moment. She tilts her head to one side, then the other, as if the slight change of view will provide greater clarity.
“I think… that sounds about right. Yes, definitely. It is okay for us to be us.”
I smile at her conclusion. “Glad to hear that. Let’s see where that takes us, huh? But first, I think that’s going to take us to the cafeteria.”
Nodding in agreement, Rin gets up, and I follow suit.
Neither of us know where this is going, because that would be the future. For now, I will do my best to stay in Rin’s present.
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Completed: 100%, including bonus picture. Shizune>Emi>Lilly>Hanako>Rin
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I updated my old stories with navigation links for easier reading.
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Re: Griffon8's Writing Center | New: Questions With And With
That last Rin one seemed rather 'meh' but the Lily one was definately a nice addition to the canon story. I agree, that really didn't sit well with me at all in the game as it gives the impression that she's motivated more by pity than love.
Rin > Shizune > Emi > Hanako > Lilly
We DeepEnd On Each Other
We DeepEnd On Each Other
“I hope you realize the seriousness of this situation,” Nurse admonishes.
Actually, I was having trouble following along. I can barely see anything, and being this drunk isn’t helping. I wasn’t going to let that mean I needed Nurse to repeat what he said though.
“Yeah, I understand. This will never happen again,” I say.
“And we’ll be making sure of it. We’ll be keeping a closer eye on you for now. The death of a student is fortunately rare at Yamaku. Death by misadventure even rarer. The police may be done with their questions, and I’m convinced you had no direct involvement in what happened, but rumors will be circulating over this.
“Most will know the basics: that two students were on the roof of the school for the festival, that one of them took the direct route down, and that the other needed carrying out. I don’t know what effect the lack of interaction between your hallmate and the rest of the students will have, but I expect everyone will be very interested in you now.”
I nod at that. So much for trying to keep this covered up in some way.
“Yeah, I get that. I’m just sorry I couldn’t’ve done anything to stop it. He was my friend. Really, the only one who seemed to understand me.”
Nurse pauses at my admission. Was what I said so hard to believe? That after knowing someone for only seven days I would call him a friend?
“All right,” he says. “Your body survived everything you poured into it, surprisingly enough. Drink at least another half liter of water before you go to sleep. For tomorrow, if you feel up to it, try to go to class, even if it’s only for the afternoon. The homeroom teachers will be informing their students about your friend’s death, but they won’t mention your involvement. You can tell people what happened or not, it’s up to you. I don’t recommend lying; that will just needlessly complicate things for you.
“Now, are you going to be okay?”
Was I? A good question.
I think…
I think I better be.
“To be honest, I’m not sure yet. But I’ll do my best. He’d be disappointed in me if I didn’t. I know that much.”
That statement seems to really surprise Nurse. For the first time tonight, his face loses its grimness.
“Okay. Good. Expect to hear from me tomorrow; I’ve got some things to arrange for you. Meanwhile, you go get some sleep; I’ve got to finish this report tonight.”
With that, he shoos me out of his office. One of the night guards is there to escort me back to my room.
I wish Nurse didn’t have that report to write.
My friend is dead, and the last time I saw him, we were drinking together on the roof.
Now Nurse has to fill out a report about it. A report that might as well read: “Inquiry into the accidental death from a fall of one Kenji Setou, because Hisao Nakai was too drunk to help.”
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“I hope you realize the seriousness of this situation,” Nurse admonishes.
Actually, I was having trouble following along. I can barely see anything, and being this drunk isn’t helping. I wasn’t going to let that mean I needed Nurse to repeat what he said though.
“Yeah, I understand. This will never happen again,” I say.
“And we’ll be making sure of it. We’ll be keeping a closer eye on you for now. The death of a student is fortunately rare at Yamaku. Death by misadventure even rarer. The police may be done with their questions, and I’m convinced you had no direct involvement in what happened, but rumors will be circulating over this.
“Most will know the basics: that two students were on the roof of the school for the festival, that one of them took the direct route down, and that the other needed carrying out. I don’t know what effect the lack of interaction between your hallmate and the rest of the students will have, but I expect everyone will be very interested in you now.”
I nod at that. So much for trying to keep this covered up in some way.
“Yeah, I get that. I’m just sorry I couldn’t’ve done anything to stop it. He was my friend. Really, the only one who seemed to understand me.”
Nurse pauses at my admission. Was what I said so hard to believe? That after knowing someone for only seven days I would call him a friend?
“All right,” he says. “Your body survived everything you poured into it, surprisingly enough. Drink at least another half liter of water before you go to sleep. For tomorrow, if you feel up to it, try to go to class, even if it’s only for the afternoon. The homeroom teachers will be informing their students about your friend’s death, but they won’t mention your involvement. You can tell people what happened or not, it’s up to you. I don’t recommend lying; that will just needlessly complicate things for you.
“Now, are you going to be okay?”
Was I? A good question.
I think…
I think I better be.
“To be honest, I’m not sure yet. But I’ll do my best. He’d be disappointed in me if I didn’t. I know that much.”
That statement seems to really surprise Nurse. For the first time tonight, his face loses its grimness.
“Okay. Good. Expect to hear from me tomorrow; I’ve got some things to arrange for you. Meanwhile, you go get some sleep; I’ve got to finish this report tonight.”
With that, he shoos me out of his office. One of the night guards is there to escort me back to my room.
I wish Nurse didn’t have that report to write.
My friend is dead, and the last time I saw him, we were drinking together on the roof.
Now Nurse has to fill out a report about it. A report that might as well read: “Inquiry into the accidental death from a fall of one Kenji Setou, because Hisao Nakai was too drunk to help.”
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Re: Griffon8's Writing | New: We DeepEnd On Each Other
That one was intentionally misleading...I can barely see anything,
I was wondering about the narrator, but that fragment seemed to answer the question.
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Re: Griffon8's Writing | New: We DeepEnd On Each Other
Hm. I could not really buy this as being from Hisao's point of view. None of the details seem ambiguous enough to give me the impression that could be anyone asides from Kenji.
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Re: Griffon8's Writing | New: We DeepEnd On Each Other
Obviously, the confusion is intentional. Let me see if I can elucidate on what things point to Kenji and what things point to Hisao.
Kenji:
Hisao:
Other things, like the mentioned lack of interaction and knowing each other for seven days apply to both.
To give you an idea of who this Hisao is, these are the choices made for Act 1:
Kenji:
- "I can barely see anything"
"The only one who seemed to understand me"
Hisao:
- "Your body survived everything you poured into it, surprisingly enough."
"Expect to hear from me tomorrow; I've got some things to arrange for you."
Other things, like the mentioned lack of interaction and knowing each other for seven days apply to both.
To give you an idea of who this Hisao is, these are the choices made for Act 1:
- Why?
I think I got everything I need to know.
It's a trap, it's smarter to play defensively here.
Hi! I'm new here. Hisao Nakai. We're in the same class.
She was cute.
Yes.
Hey, come on. Cut me and Lilly some slack…
Take it easy.
I don't really want to talk about it.
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