A/N: This takes place after Act 1, when Hisao spends the day of the festival with Rin. If you haven't gotten to that point in the game yet, there are some spoilers, which I consider minor, but I haven't had a whole lot of time to think about it. I'm not entirely sure what warrants a spoiler in terms of this game, or a great deal of things really, but you have my warning, so heed it as you will. Otherwise, please enjoy these next two installments of Impossibility. Kind of starting to sound like a dumb name at this point, but I don't have time to give the whole damn thing a makeover. I did the rewrites, so as long as you're happy with them the name can stay. Now, without further ado, let's get right into this thing!

-LR

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A few days after the festival, I decided I'd go talk to Rin. She's been looking a little lonely lately.

After a brief search, I found her room and knocked on the door.

"Hello?"

"Come in. The door's open."

Rin's voice was low and muffled, but I could just barely make out what she was saying.

I opened the door to a rather messy but not so-cluttered-you-can't-see-the-floor room. In the middle where the bed was lay a very disgruntled Rin.

"Oh, Hisao, could you get that for me?"

She motioned slightly to a small pile of clothes, on top of which was a brown satchel full of art supplies.

"I was going to go outside and paint, but I dropped my bag and fell."

I simply nodded and retrieved the satchel, not surprised in the least at Rin's likely story.

I brought it to her and thoughtfully wrapped the strap around her neck so she could carry it.

"Thanks."

She then got up and looked out the window.

"You don't think it's going to rain, is it?"

"Nah, the weather report didn't say anything about a storm."

"Good. I'm going to need it to be sunny for a while."

"Why?"

"Because I can't paint if it's not sunny. Kills the inspiration."

"And your canvas would get wet?"

Rin stared at me for a while, pondering about this.

"… I guess you're right. You really are observant, Hisao."

I had to lift a hand to my mouth to suppress a laugh. Out of all the things, I would've expected Rin to at least come to that conclusion. As strange as she is, she can sometimes succeed in pointing out the obvious, too.

"Well, I can't say I don't try."

"But didn't you just say it?"

This time, I let myself laugh at will.

"So, where are you going, Rin?"

"I'm not sure. Wherever I stop, I guess."

I was going to stay here and rest today, but now Rin had me curious.

"I'll go with you, then."

If not just to find out where she'd decide to nest herself in the endeavor of artistic inspiration, I thought it might be a good idea to make sure I kept an eye on her so that she wouldn't wander off to another dimension.

"Alright. Let's go," she said, not even waiting for me before she started towards the door and into the hallway.

So off we went, our destination unknown to an unforeseen future.

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By the time we finally arrived at Rin's decided ideal spot for painting, the sun was hanging a bit lower in the sky. It must've been around 5:00 pm.

We found ourselves parked in a nice little clearing, away from the world but still somehow seeming connected to it.

A couple of trees littered the ground in such a way that didn't seem too intrusive or alienated. The land seemed to harmonize with its surroundings, little patches of white flowers and clovers adorning the blank spaces and adding splashes of color to accompany the sea of green beneath us. The view of the sky was rather nice, feeling like a valley with the dazzling sun centered in our line of view, with a small bench plopped right in the middle of it. From here, I felt as though I was looking far out into the distance, the light from the sun's rays casting shadows to create depth and contrast.

Leave it up to Rin to find the most Rin-ish parts of the world, if not just to observe her impressive ability to decide things on a whim and somehow just work with it. I wanted to know how she could just think of something in a split second and make a conscious decision to do something, without any direction, with not even a half-formed idea, and just make it work for her. It was incredible to see. I almost felt like I was watching a nature documentary. "The Mysteries of Rin - a look into the complexities of the human mind and resourcefulness."

The thought made me chuckle. I could imagine myself creating the first ever Rin documentary, but even if I were to do so, it probably wouldn't be very informal, given the little I know about how she works and why. All I could really do was follow her around with a video camera and make small observations about her behaviour, and little else. I could speculate, but I'd worry that it wouldn't be faithful to the nature of her being.

Rin gave pause and glanced about the scenery, taking in the details of our surroundings.

"… Perfect."

She stated quite simply, sitting herself on the bench and setting down her satchel.

"Why?" I asked, hoping to get a better idea of Rin's vision.

She blinked at me in surprise, as if the reason was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Because now I can see everything."

I decided not to ask what she meant by 'everything'.

I helped set up her canvas and art supplies, and lo and behold, she began to paint. I wasn't sure what she was painting, and I didn't care. I was just happy to be there in this moment, observing the strange beauty of Rin's motions and inspirations while the brush created a vessel through which I could gaze into an image in her mind. Watching a painting being born on the canvas was almost like magic; after just a few strokes, the colors and shapes would suddenly come together and form something beautiful. Or, in Rin's case, something extraordinary.

"Hisao, can you add more yellow to this?"

"You're using an awful lot of yellow, there."

Rin paused to think about this.

"… I suppose I am."

I guess it doesn't seem like very much from an artist's point of view.

"So, what exactly are you painting?"

Rin turned her head upwards for a minute, staring out at the impressive view from her bench.

"… That."

She nodded her head towards the sun, glowing like a lantern in the cerulen sky.

Now I understood what she was talking about the other day. This must've been the same bench she was sitting on in the park a while ago. Maybe it was that experience that gave her inspiration.

"You're painting the sun?"

"Yes."

"Is this about that time you were eating skittles alone on a park bench?"

She looked impressed by either the fact that I remembered that conversation or the way I applied logic to connect my conclusion to her situation.

Either way, she cast that aside to answer my question.

"Yes, it is. That's why I needed the sun to be out today."

Everything fit into place. One more piece of the puzzle.

"Do you like skittles, Rin?"

"Only the yellow ones. They taste like lemons."

"What about the orange ones?"

"Oranges taste better when they are oranges, I think."

I smiled at her. There was something about Rin that just made me feel content about the world.

"What do you think the sun tastes like, Hisao?"

I had to think about this one.

"I have no idea."

"Do you think it's made out of skittles?"

I looked up there and imagined a large mass of melting skittles in the place of the sun.

"Maybe."

I looked at her painting. It was very faint, but I thought I could just barely see a small white 's' in the middle of Rin's sun.

"I'm sure it tastes like whatever you think it tastes like."

"Wanna go check?"

I laughed again.

"Nah. I think I like it here."

"Me, too."

Rin smiled her rewarding little smile, giving me a sense of ease and serenity. I couldn't help but grin. That smile of hers was definitely better than any other reward I've ever gotten in my old life. It made me feel like there was more to this new one that I could take comfort in, knowing that there were some things I could enjoy in these years to come, and that letting go of the past could become easier for me if I really tried. There was something about that smile that made me feel like everything in this world just might be okay.

"Hey Rin, let's buy some skittles on the way back. I'll sort out the yellow ones for you."

"Okay. But who's going to eat the rest of them?"

I grinned playfully.

"Maybe we can add them to the sun."

"But Hisao, that's impossible."

"I don't think so."

"You don't?"

"Rin, after meeting you, I don't think anything could be impossible."

"Really? Then do you think I can finally slam a revolving door?"

You know what? If it's anyone, I think she can do it.

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Much thanks to you all again for being so kind and understanding about this! I hope you won't be disappointed with the last of this little project of mine. It might never be as good as some of the other things I'd written, or things that I may write in the future, but it is a drawbridge to bigger and better things. I'm glad I've had this quality time with my earliest Katawa Shoujo fanfic, and I hope there will be more to come when I get over that last hump that will lead to my eventual prosperity. Armless hugs to you all! This has been truly enlightening and I hope to hear from you when I update the final part of this.

P.S. In case any of you were wondering about the technical structure of these stories... remember that I was just starting out on FanFiction when I first made them. I didn't know how to make new chapters, or that this site even had that function, so I made them in batches and published them as separate stories. Don't blame past me for her mistakes. She didn't know what she was doing. OK, back to the grindstone. I'll see you all next time. xo