CLANNAD
Second Story
So this is something I've been wanting to do for a long time and I'm finally not lazy with it anymore. Its not professionally done and this is only my second Fic so just be warned. "The Second Story" Takes place one (1) year BEFORE the beginning of CLANNAD and I'm hoping to end it After the end of "After story" I will Do my best to Keep all characters in character. I want to make this one my own though so some story plots may be changed! The Original character was named using a random generator so don't hold it against me. Also I will be going along a "hybrid" story line in which the storyline of both the anime AND the visual novel will be intermixed. Let me know what you think please! Positive criticism please.
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I claim any rights of ownership to CLANNAD and CLANNAD: After story. This story is not and never will be intended to be produced to obtain monetary compensation. Please support your favorite series by legally purchasing the series and products.
Chapter One:
'The Beginning'
This city, unchanging and stoic. A city that holds future promise and sadness. Also a city in which a great tale is beginning to unfold...
The air in the room is dark and cold filled with nothing but the slight breath of one figure. Breaking the silence an alarm began to sound. Rolling over and swatting it the figure climbed slowly out of bed.
"First day of the second year of high school huh? I really don't want to go," The person sighed deeply stretching and standing up.
Standing about average height with deep green eyes and shoulder length brown hair slight muscular male build the person stood up. In the empty apartment he begins to get ready in his new school uniform.
A thin fog coats the air and surrounding scenery slowly giving way to the lazily rising sun. Students trudging forward on their way to school, some with weary eyes, some with bright eyes, fill the sidewalks up and down the streets, a sight that was all too familiar to him. The occasional glance shot in his direction was often quickly averted due to his reputation. There were few who wished to talk to him or even make eye contact, save for two individuals that is. His shirt was loosely buttoned and tie was sloppily tied around his neck. It was no wonder no one wanted to be associated with him with the way he looked.
"Oi! Fujihiro! You're up early today!" A voice called from behind.
Turning back to the voice a young man was walking slowly while waving lazily with a yawn. The blue hair was a dead giveaway as to who it was.
"Yo Okazaki, you're way earlier than usual as well. What wakes you up this early?" Fujihiro questioned the slightly less sloppy dressed Okazaki.
"I don't know, I woke up early and I was bored so I left as soon as I could you know?" Okazaki responded while scratching his head and continuing his walk along side of Fujihiro.
"Its been a year already huh?" Fujihiro whimsically asked no one specifically.
"What are you talking about?" Okazaki asked looking slightly confused.
"Oh come on now, that's something I'd expect Sunohara to ask. A year since we started at this damned school, and thanks to old man Koumura, we met each other. Speaking of idiots, let's take bets on what time Sunohara is going to show up to class," Fujihiro Grinned.
"Well with it being the first day of the new school year I'm going to bet 300 yen on him not showing up until after lunch break," Okazaki Grinned back.
"I'll match you and I'm willing to bet he'll be there on time today," Fujihiro finished.
"What makes you so sure?" Okazaki asked.
"Oh, call it a hunch," Fujihiro Smiled darkly making Okazaki shudder slightly.
Meanwhile at the dormitories...
"DAMN YOU SUNOHARA!" Screamed an angry muscular man in a rugby outfit.
"WHAT? What did I do?" Sunohara questioned while panicking after just being woken up.
"What the HELL is THIS?" The angry young man threw a piece of paper at Sunohara.
Looking closely it was a rather insulting letter about the rugby player's mother and was finished with a signature that read 'Youhei Sunohara'
"I didn't write this! I Swear! Its not even my handwriting!" Before Sunohara could say anything more the rugby player proceeded to 'lay waste' to Sunohara and slamming him on the floor only to be chased out by Misae.
"Gosh, what did you do to make him angry this time Sunohara?" Misae questioned as she brushed her hands together in a dusting fashion.
"I didn't do anything Misae-san! I swear!" Sunohara whined.
"Whatever, you'd best get ready for school anyways now that you're up," She finished walking off followed closely behind by a small orange striped cat.
Meanwhile...
"Man this stupid hill is so huge I'm not ready to walk up this damn thing," Fujihiro whined.
"Suck it up man we might as well get up there, maybe we'll even be able to get some shut eye once we get there," Okazaki retorted.
"Easy for you to say, we still have to find out what class we're in this year before we can do anything like that," Fujihiro responded.
"OI! Okazaki! Fujihiro!" An all too familiar voice shouted the pair's names as the blonde haired fool ran up to the pair.
"Pay up Okazaki," Fujihiro demanded with an out stretched hand.
"Wow, Sunohara you're up waaay early today," Okazaki said trying to divert attention towards Sunohara in an attempt to get out of the bet.
"Yeah, yeah, someone forged my signature on a note that was given to one of those damn rugby players and he flipped out on me. So I wasn't going to stick around there. Speaking of which, you're both early too," Sunohara responded.
"Well its a fresh year so we thought that maybe we'd try to be better students and better people in all," Okazaki said with a cheesy thumbs up.
After a moment of silence and odd stares exchanged between the three they all broke out in laughter. After maintaining composure they continued to walk up the hill. Coming upon the school there were tons of students flooding into and around the school. In front of the school there was a billboard with names and class assignments.
Looking to the board Fujihiro noticed that all three of them were grouped together in the same class.
"Hey look at that! We're all in class 2-C," Fujihiro said with a straighter than usual face.
"You don't look too excited about it," Okazaki pointed out.
"Its not the fact that we're in the same class together that gets me its the fact that another name on there doesn't make me too happy to see," Pointing to one name in particular that was right next to his own.
The name read Fujibayashi Kyou.
"What's wrong with her?" Sunohara asked.
"I was in class with her last year..," he trailed off beginning to rub his head as though it were struck by something.
"And? What about her? Is she one of your exes?" Sunohara egged on to get an answer.
"That's not it at all!" Fujihiro shouted gaining the attention of a few on lookers who quickly turned away. "Its just that she...well, you'll understand what I mean when you meet her," Fujihiro sighed.
The trio began walking to their first class. The bell had already begun to ring though they showed no interest in getting there by the last bell. Walking to the door getting ready to open it Fujihiro felt something was wrong.
"What's wrong Fuji?" Sunohara said as he stood right behind Fujihiro.
"Don't call me that," Fujihiro deadpanned. "Would you like to go first Sunohara? I have a feeling there is a beautiful girl just waiting for you behind this door," He finished.
"Would I ever!" Sunohara gleefully shouted and reached for the door.
Upon opening the door a female voice shouted.
"HEY YOU, YOU'Re LATE AGAIN!" Screamed A purple haired girl as she threw a rather heavy looking dictionary full force hitting Sunohara square in the face sending him flying.
"Huh? You're not Ichijo," she said after she realized she had hit the wrong target.
"Okazaki, Sunohara, meet Kyou Fujibayashi, the Class Rep," Ichijo Said holding his hand out in an introductory fashion.
"Uh, Nice throw. Nice to meet you too," Okazaki said with a slight bow.
"Thanks, but that still doesn't change the fact that you're late! Get in here and take a seat!" She demanded.
Obeying obediently all three of them followed and took the left rear three seats in the corner and class had commenced. It was decided in class that the representative would be Kyou, to which Ichijo grimaced. After class the three had started to walk out only to be stopped by none other than the purple haired foul, tempered vixen.
"Hey, you three, show up on time tomorrow or I'm gonna throw a bigger dictionary at you," Kyou said in a threatening tone.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say boss" Ichijo responded in a sarcastic tone which Kyou only responded with a rather evil looking glare.
"Man she is evil!" Sunohara said after confirming that they were a safe distance away.
"Yeah but she has her good qualities. And she has a twin sister though I've only met her once," Fujihiro responded.
"Twin sister you say?" Sunohara said rubbing his chin.
"Don't even think it, Kyou would probably literally kill you if you tried something like that. Trust me, I know," Fujihiro Shuddered.
"Yeah she doesn't seem like she's too stable of a person now that you mention it," Sunohara said in response to the shudder.
Before any of them knew it the air was filled with a thick killing intent. Slowly turning around to the source of the killing urge the three found very quickly where this intent was actually coming from. Kyou stood with a clenched fist as she stared down Sunohara with a glare that could kill.
"Unstable am I? I'll show you unstable" She finished as she reared back the clenched fist and thrust it forward connecting with Sunohara's face and, once again, sending him flying down the hall.
"Nice one Kyou, you got some pretty good distance with that one. Farther than you ever sent me. Have you been working on that straight punch? Or is it jus– " Before he could finish Ichijo was sent flying with the other hand though not near as far Sunohara.
Looking stunned Okazaki looking shocked slowly turned to face Kyou who had finally started to settle down and was beginning to turn when he began to talk.
"Fujibayashi was it? The name's Okazaki, Tomoya Okazaki," Tomoya asked asked as he introduced himself.
Getting a sour face Kyou proceeded to throw a dictionary which had appeared out of nowhere which Tomoya had promptly but just barely evade. Noticing that she had missed she followed up with a kick that would have landed on Tomoya's head had he not managed to evade the main force of the kick causing her to merely graze him.
"Hmph, you're not bad. Call me Kyou. Nice to meet ya," She said as she gracefully flipped her long silky hair and walked off.
Tomoya looked down to the two partially conscious guys lying on the floor from the impact and merely shook his head and left the school.
Getting up Ichijo shook off the headache that he had and looked around noticing neither Sunohara nor Tomoya were anywhere in sight.
'Those guys left me behind. Oh well I'll get them back.' He thought to himself. Walking down the corridor and into the musical arts room he sat down quietly and picked up an acoustic guitar sitting in the corner.
"Its been a while hasn't it?" He asked as he looked to the guitar. "Too long if you ask me," He sighed.
"Its already been one year since I came to this school and nothing has changed has it?" He questioned as he began to tune the guitar.
After doing a few warm-up exercises he began to play a familiar song. One that he had known since birth though he could never remember exactly how or where he heard the song from but it was engraved in his memories. After he finished, he began his walk home staring to the sky wondering what tomorrow would bring. After undressing he slowly climbed into bed. Lying in bed he looked around at the small empty apartment and then to the ceiling, he began remembering his past before blissfully fading to sleep.
Three months later...
Arriving to class late as usual, Ichijo quietly snuck in so as the teacher and Kyou would not notice him. It was already and hour before lunch period. It is a few days before summer vacation.
"Nice of you to join us Fujihiro-kun," The teacher stated loudly enough for the entire class to hear.
Crap, he was caught and now received a rather vicious death glare from Kyou. Over the past three months Kyou had begun to mellow out to the point where she wasn't beating the 'idiotic trio' as she put it, but was still throwing dictionaries full force towards them, though other than Sunohara, who had continually irritated and agitated Kyou, both Tomoya and Ichijo had started to get along with Kyou. Tomoya more so than Ichijo, but still better nonetheless.
Lunch period had begun and Kyou had moved back to the trio of troublemakers.
"You guys are coming to lunch with Ryou and I again today aren't you?" Kyou asked in a half demanding half sweet voice.
"Why should we eat lunch with you?" Sunohara questioned.
"Who invited you?" She retorted
"What's that suppose to mean you–– " Sunohara being stopped by a rather hard slap on the back of the head slamming his face on the desk delivered from Tomoya.
"I guess we could," Tomoya responded
"As long as you brought bentos for us," Ichijo finished
"Yeah, yeah, now come on Ryou is waiting for us!" Kyou said as she grabbed both of them by the collar and rushed out the doors.
Sitting down on a sheet spread out in the courtyard joining the waiting Ryou. It was a hot day out and the food was ready and spread out on the sheet with four sets of chop sticks ready for use. Sitting down they said the tradition phrase and began to eat.
"Hey Ichijo, I don't think I've ever asked but what's your story?" Kyou asked.
"My story? What do you mean?" Ichijo responded with a quizzical look on his face.
"Your history and how you got here. Like what's happened up till this point," She finished gulping down her piece of egg omelet that she had been chewing.
"Oh, well its a long one and I'm sure you don't want to hear it," Ichijo said.
"I'm curious though you have a lot of mystery to you," She continued.
"I'm curious too, what's your story man? I've known you for over a year now and I still don't know," Tomoya interjected.
"Well if you guys must know then alright. I should start from the beginning. My mother died after giving birth to me, so I don't even know what she looked like and my father was torn over it so he only did what he could to do in order to take care of me. That is, until he was killed in a car accident three years back. My uncle treated me as his own son after that and followed the wishes of my father and started to arrange for me to get into a well-known high school. My grades weren't always the highest in middle school but they weren't too bad. They were enough to get accepted in this school. But I became rebellious after my father had died which had almost cost me admission to this school. Now I live alone because my uncle and I no longer see eye to eye. The only thing that I have now to remember of my father is the guitar skills he passed down to me over the past 7 years. And so that's pretty much how I've gotten here. I'm strong enough to survive and that's all that counts," He finished.
"Wow, I never would have guessed," Tomoya said.
"Yeah you always seem so happy and carefree all the time," Kyou added.
"You seem like a very nice person though Fujihiro-san" Ryou finally began to speak.
"Well I appreciate it Fujibayashi-san, but I'm a pretty big trouble maker so don't waste your thoughts on me," Ichijo said looking to Ryou.
"I'm sure you're a better person than you let yourself on to be Fujihiro-san" Ryou responded
"Yeah right! Always coming in late, getting terrible grades and skipping classes sounds like a real winner to me," Kyou sarcastically.
"Onee-chan that's rude!" Ryou scolded
"I'm just telling the truth," Kyou pouted.
"Thanks for the food," Ichijo clapped his hands together in thanks and stood up.
"Eating and running huh? Make sure you show up to class," Kyou said pointing her chopsticks to him.
"Yeah Yeah, I hear ya Class Rep. See you in a bit," he said lazily waving.
He entered the halls to conceal his true intent on skipping the afternoon classes. Walking to the entrance of the school and leaving without another thought and walked home.
Back at the school Tomoya continued his conversations with the twin sisters until it was time to resume classes. Peaceful times continued for the rest of the school year. A bond forming between Tomoya, Ichijo, Kyou, Ryou and Sunohara be it positive or negative it was a bond nonetheless.
Nine months later...
The first day of the last year that they would be attending had finally come. Ichijo got up in his usual fashion and began walking to school. Approaching the ever dreaded hill he saw none other than Tomoya in the distance. As he was about to shout out to him he saw another figure, and unfamiliar female figure standing near Tomoya and it appeared the two were talking. He overheard the conversation and decided to remain quiet.
"Do you like this school?" The girl asked.
Tomoya looked to the girl.
"I really, really love it, but nothing can stay unchanged," The girl continued.
She didn't seem to be talking to Tomoya directly, more like she was talking to someone in her heart.
"Fun things... Happy things... They can't all possibly stay unchanged. Even so, can you keep on loving this place?" She once again continued.
"Just find them," Tomoya said.
Looking startled the girl looked to Tomoya as though she had not noticed that he was standing there and locked eyes with him.
"Just find new fun and happy things," He continued. After a short pause he finished what he was saying. "C'mon, let's get going," He finished and began walking and soon after she had started to follow.
"'Atta boy, Okazaki," Ichijo quietly whispered to no one in particular.
To be Continued...
A/N: Something to note is that this story is actually almost three years old. I'm finally going to do this and I'm going to do it right. Bear with me on the grammatical issues. I will be writing these chapters up at a fairly accelerated pace. As always, let me know your first impressions in the reviews area and don't be afraid to read the second chapter when it is posted even if you didn't really like the first one. Thanks for reading and I'll update ASAP I'm working on the next chapter as I bore you with these Author Notes. Expect it soon!