Kimi No Na Wa-Your Name

**A/N: I was recently introduced to the anime movie 'Your Name' and I was immensely baffled by the illustrations and the very appealing plotline, and so after my Kdrama phase has slightly (cough cough) worn off I've decided to take use of my summer holidays and write a fanfic dedicated to completing what Makoto Shinkai had 'finished' the movie on.

**Btw I'm the exact definition of inexperienced when it comes to anime/manga/Japanese etc., so if certain errors that are grammatically incorrect or out of context with the fanfic please ignore or inform me by sending me a comment in the reviews section thx:))))))))))

Mitsuha

"Sorry, gomen-nasai!"

"Ah, gomen gomen!"

"Excuse me can I-"

I took a glance at my watch, feeling slightly relieved when I found it displaying 7:56. There was still sufficient time to arrive at work by 8:30…Unless, of course, the train is delayed just like last week. Oh, but I can catch the bus outside Shinjuku Station if I need to…but what if there is also a problem with the bus! If the first train is delayed, then there will be an over mass of people trying to get onto the next one, and I might not be able to catch that one too, and the situation can get worse if there is a congestion of trains waiting to board the station, or-

"Excuse me?"

"Huh?"

"Would you be able to move over a bit? It's becoming more crowded at the back-"

"Oh go, gomen, gomen-nasai!"

Mitsuha, you are Mitsuha! Mitsuha, this is only a new job, it is only half a day. Mitsuha, calm down. Breathe in…

Breathe out…

Sighing, I habitually leant the side of my head against the glass carriage door, and stared out absentmindedly towards the Tokyo landscape which had once enthralled and bemused me so. The towers after towers of buildings that were competing against each other with their tremendous height, the footpaths that were smeared black by the people who had constantly walked past while completing their daily routines, the cafes that provided 24 hour internet, the flourishing job opportunities that would multiply constantly throughout the day and…

The thing I was searching for ever since 8 years ago

Taki

"Sorry! Incoming, incoming!"

"Gah sorry my bag is in your way…excuse me can you move over a bit?"

"Sir? Can you move over a bit?"

7:58. Platform 3. Nice.

Tenth job interview so far. Not so nice.

"Taki?"

"Mmm?"

"How's it going so far?"

"I'm still on the train, don't worry about me. Actually-"

"Yeah I know. Actually, please worry about me because my dad has promised to remove my name out from the family record if I fail this job interview and Ms. Okudera will go out with my best friend instead-"

"I won't yell at you for the family record part since that's going to happen sooner or later if I don't land myself a spot at this company, but who told you anything about me liking Ms. Okudera?! Wait, scratch that completely! I've told you over and over again that me liking her was 5 years ago and why the hell would she like a prepubescent fat ass like you when she's got hundreds of other far more attractive guys out there just waiting for her to like them?!"

"For your information Taki you…you should be glad my boss is around right now…anyway I'm 22 already like you, you…tw-itch…I'll…Boss I'll be right onto it sorry boss!"

I smiled, then sighed as my mind slowly drifted off like the clouds in the sky at inconsistent intervals, and found myself facing the inevitable problem of the interview. I'll be able to get my head around that city landscape plan eventually…or so I hope. Looking up, I realised that the thing I noticed from 5 years ago while pouring over the rural town of Itomori, was that the plan is based off something that I've been searching unconsciously for all along, something that I couldn't truly remember even now…

I glanced out the carriage window just as another train began to pass by my window.

All along…I had been searching for a person?!

Mitsuha

A person? All along I had been searching for…for a person…a man…his name…why's it so familiar…his name…what's his name?!

Taki

Huh? A woman?! For 5 years…gah, why does she seem so familiar yet so distant? Am I dreaming?!

Mitsuha

I want to yell stop, I want to chase after him, for 8 long and arduous years I have been walking mindlessly across Tokyo in search of a person, a person…a person!

Taki

Why can't I yell stop? Why isn't the wretched train stopping? Why am I so ecstatic when I don't even know her name? Why do I think I know her?!

Mitsuha

I need to find him again, I can't lose my last hope of seeing him…our stars have finally crossed after 8 years of waiting, I feel like this desperation that's been keeping me searching all these years must mean that he's fated to me, we're fated together…

Taki

I need to find her again, I know she's here somewhere…she must be the one! Sh*t…she's so pretty!

Mitsuha

He's standing right in front of me…what do I do?!

Taki

Taki, what should I do? Why does she look so familiar and yet I can't remember where I've met her, or even if I've ever met her before, what her name is…but that mark across my hand from 5 years ago…I know it's her!

"Hey, haven't we, haven't we met before?!"

Mitsuha

I know him! He's…

"I thought so too…Taki-kun!"

"Mit, Mitsuha…Mitsuha!"

A week later…

Taki

"Drat that alarm clock…turn it off…Shinta…"

"Taki? Taki-kun?"

"Huh?"

"Taki, it's me, Mitsuha."

"Mitsuha…holy…Mitsuha!"

7:01 in the morning. The curtains are still closed. Both of my doors are meant to be locked at this time of the day. A girl, no woman, is not meant to be kneeling next to my bed, peering closely at my face, examining my physical appearance at 7:01 in the morning.

"My goodness, Mitsuha! Why, why are you…oh, I asked you over yesterday, didn't I?"

"I'm sorry Taki, for coming so early, but, um…Shin, Shinta I think insisted that I should arrive early or otherwise you wouldn't-"

"Ignore whatever Shinta that…anyway, Mitsuha…"

I finally took a moment to raise my weary eyes to look at Mitsuha closely. 5 years have passed, yet nothing has changed. She still owns that well-rounded face that had always ended, like a contemplative poem written with much thought, with a petite and elegant chin exposing her long and over-arching neck. Her unusual hazel eyes flashed consistently with the suns' feeble rays, reflecting her pupils and the tips of her delicate eyelashes that glinted like the ripples of the Lake Kawaguchi at sunset. Her cherry lips and flushed cheeks, long flowing hair tinged brown at the end, pointed nose-

"Taki? Are you properly awake now?"

"Oh…yeah…sorry…my mind gets very poetic in the morning."

I felt my cheeks burning up and cursing at myself I gave Mitsuha a meek smile trying to appear less like a psychopath.

"You don't look so well this morning, are you alright? It is flu season currently."

"Wha-no, I'm sure I'm alright. If anything, the guy downstairs is a doctor, he gives out free medical advice to his neighbours to feel more righteous."

"Haha, I'm sure there's more to that. My friend is also a doctor, and she says that most doctors today have too much spare time on their hands and nothing much to do with it that they are simply itching to receive more patients. She says you learn new things with each patient…I guess the same applies to you whenever you see a new building or structure!"

I laughed meekly and nodded my head, then decided to stand up to cure my fear of people looking down on me. Now that I've stood up, I couldn't stop laughing soundlessly. My slender, 1.93 height next to Mitsuha's helpless body that only barely reaches up to the middle of my chest made my so far bleak and lifeless week vibrant once again. I could sense a fragile strand of hope in her, albeit the many mysteries that we still have to unveil…I know that I can at least trust her.

"Cappuccino? Americano?"

"Tea for me actually."

"Tea?"

I could sense the growing impatience in the waiter, and I could see Mitsuha's embarrassment from the unusual crimson flush on her cheeks. Instinctively, I stood up and beckoned the waiter forwards with a twitch of my mouth, then pointed at an available area of the menu.

"Add tea to the menu for today. And traditional Japanese Udon."

The waiter stared at me bemusedly whilst examining Mitsuha with the form of interest that made my hands quiver with annoyance, however listening in carefully to my father's words has gave me certain unimaginable benefits in the past and I knew to let this issue rest for now.

"I'm the son of Mr. Tachibana, CEO of Hemito House Appliances and Furniture. My father has recently promoted your shop along with an array of other notable shops on the Golden Giveaway Promotion…I think that asking for a pot of tea and a bowl of udon noodles is not too big a favour…is it?"

The waiter took a second to comprehend, then immediately turned towards the direction of the staffroom leaving myself with a startled Mitsuha. I was expecting her to comment like any other women I've dated before in the past about my father's fame and earnings, however Mitsuha was clearly different.

"Taki…I'm sorry to have troubled you. I would've been fine with coffee…I'm sorry."

That was the first time I began to fall in love with her.

"Mitsuha, you really are something else."

Mitsuha laughed, then stared full on at me causing the pores of my skin to open and diffuse sweat all over my trembling hands. Seeing my embarrassment, Mitsuha sighed and opened her handbag, handing me a handkerchief with a contemplative expression on her angelic face.

"Here. You're sweating a bit on your forehead."

Beckoning me with her gaze and her finger circling around her forehead, I blushed even more and quickly wiped my forehead in a clean stroke, ashamed at my impotence in front of women. I was expecting her to ask about my occupation, or why I'm living by myself in a dingy apartment in the middle of the city when I could've lived with my father and step brothers in the reclusive mansion harbouring the city gardens, but she only smiled at my clumsiness.

"I think we should properly introduce ourselves. I'm Mitsuha, currently an accountant working for the company Echuhe. I came from the small town of Itomori…and although I can't remember my past at all, I was sure that you could help me in uncovering my past and help me find the missing puzzle pieces in my life…I feel lost, Taki."

I stared at the forlorn Mitsuha in front of me, and at that moment apprehension hit me and I realised that she must've felt as lost as me to not be able to remember the stories of the past and why we were both so seemingly significant to each other's lives. Speechless, I took her trembling hand and held it in my own, then stared at her with determination.

"I'm willing to help you, Mitsuha."