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Have you ever had one of those day when you thought it couldn't get any fucking worst, and it did? I had one of those day, it took away my dream, my talent, my everything.
My name is Sakura Sagashimi, a boring ass name but it's my name so I had to cope with it. I was born with a beautiful voice, one that can make other people cry when they heard me sing. In high school, I even won a singing competition and became nationally famous. I was the star of my school, of my town. Confessions and love letters kept on coming. I was in the spotlight, the central of all attention. A bright future awaited me, even my agent said that I would make it to international wide. My grades were above average, but that's not the point. The point is, I made a stupid mistake, a misjudgment, and a fucking dumb one too.
It was when I was a junior, walking home from school, surround by my circle of friends. My girlfriend, who had just confessed to me last week, clung on to my arm trying to act all cute and shit. That's when I see him. A fucking convenient store's robber, being chase by a few police officer. He had a mask over his face, a bag of money on his hand, and a gun on the other. He ran toward our direction, yelling for us to get out of the way. Do you know what happened? I made a stupid decision trying to be a hero and save the day. Thanks to a few years in Akido, I was able to easily catch his gun hand and stopped him from running away
"Stop, don't do…" I didn't get to finish my line as I heard a gunshot, and a stinging pain. The fucker fucking shot me. Maybe out of panic, maybe out of annoyance, but he shot me. even though I was standing sideway and not in front of the gun, that fucking piece of shit redirected the gun and shot me right in the fucking head. I looked at him with disbelief eyes before falling to the ground. Before I lost my conscious over the pain and blood loss, I saw the guy's insane smiling face, like he just made a point to the whole world that he is not a pansy, while looking at me as I wither away. I tried to...
I woke 2 weeks later to a white ceiling, confused as hell. I was trying to clear my head and remember what happened when I heard the sound of gasping, and the sound of door opening. A doctor entered the room right after that and looked at me. He explained my condition to me, that I was shot in the head, that I survived, that I lost it. I tried to laugh and tell him to stop joking, but I can't. There was a big bundle of bandage around my head, and I can make any sound. I started to panic and looked at him, but he only turned his gaze away. He told me that a part of my brain was destroyed, but I was lucky, that I survived. My parent jumped in joy when they see me awake and fine, but give me the same eyes as the doctor when they know that I can talk anymore, let alone sing, the eyes of pity. Even my friends give me that look, even my girlfriend give me that look. Fuck you all, I don't need your fucking pity.
Overtime, they stopped coming, my agent, my 'friends', my 'girlfriend'. I spent over a year there, learning sign language from the basic. It was frustrating not being to talk, but I act normal in front of my parent, they already had enough thing to be sad about. Not only that I can't talk anymore, I also suffered dizziness and occasionally memory loss thanks to the bullet.
After 13 months there, my parent approached me with a proposal. Yamaku, a school in a remote area, specialize in taking care of people like me, crippled, useless. Then a week after that, they threw me into the school and left me there, maybe for my own good, maybe for theirs. I had to be a junior again because I missed a year. I hate every single day at this fucking school, but at least no one is looking at me with pity eyes now, since they themselves are to be pitied
I was sitting in my class, head moving up and down, dozing off to the warm morning when the door flung open, and entered a boy. He introduced himself as Nakai Hisao, and that he will be with us for the time to come. I chuckle, mentally, because now isn't exactly time for a transfer since the year is coming to an end anyway. And with the festival coming up, that poor dude will most likely become the new servant of Empress Shizune and Misha. As he stands there in front of the class, I start studying him. No limbs missing, so the problem is internal.
A heart problem, maybe? I muse over the thought for a while, ignoring Mutou and his boring science lesson But what could be the cause?
I effortlessly give up after 5 minutes and return to my drawing. Since I was not able to communicate by voice anymore, I took up a habit of drawing. First, they were just doodles, but now they are my everyday activities beside from coming to class. I tapped my pencil in rhythm as I try to find what's wrong with my drawing. It was the drawing of the school gate, but I just can't seem to find what's wrong with it. I must have been very focused to not realized that the bell has rung, and everyone is rushing out of the classroom for lunch. Up ahead, I see that Misha and Shizune have already ambushed the new student, and begin their conquest on him
Good luck, new guy I sigh and push myself up, but then a wild thought come to me and I sit down again. I tore out a new sheet of paper and start drawing like a mad man. 5 minutes later, I look up to see if they're still there, and lucky for me, they're still. Casually, I walk toward Nakai's table.
"SACCHAN!" I shudder at the mention of that word. Misha has noticed me, and now I'm going to die "We're about to give the new student a guide around the school, would you like to help us?"
"Is that a proposal or a demand?" I signed to her annoyingly "Because if it's a proposal, I would say no" I then turn to the new guy, Nakai, and offer him a handshake, of which he return
"Come on, it would be fun!" Misha said, or rather scream, with her loud voice. Sometime I wonder if Shizune deafness is the result of listening to Misha's voice every day "And having you around will even the number, 2 boys, 2 girls"
"Even if he and I can't talk?" I asked back, rather annoyed by now "Can you translate for us both?"
"Well…" her voice trails off, just like her request. Let out a small sigh, I turn to the boy and give him the sketching. A large 'WELCOME' word was drawn on the paper, with decoration of smiling faces, and confetti. While the boy become confused by the paper, I dash out of the room. I don't know if I what I did was necessary or not, but I just had a feeling I have to. Head fill with thought, I arrived at my location without noticing it. As quietly as possible, I slide the door open and enter the 'tea' room. A girl with blond hair sit there, her eyes close as she sipping on to her cup of tea. I put my bento box down quietly and…
"Sakura-san?" the girl noticed me anyway. I sigh and tap the table, noticing her that it's me "Were you trying to sneak into the room again?"
"Y.e.s" I tap me hand in morse code and sit down
"I've already told you that you're welcome to join us anytime, you don't have to sneak in" the girl said that with a frown. Her name is Lilly Satou, blind.
"I.w.o.u.l.d.p.r.e.f.e.r.n.o.t.b.e.i.n.g.n.o.t.i.c.e.d" I tap the table again while opening my bento at the same time "H.a.n.a.k.o.i.s.n.o.t.h.e.r.e"
"Yes, she's a little late" Lilly nodded. Then there was silent. A conversation between a mute and a blind person isn't something that prolonged. We sit there in silent until the bell ring, signaling the ending of break time "Look like she didn't make it"
"M.y.f.a.u.l.t I.a.m.s.o.r.r.y" with that said, I quickly leave the room before Lilly can finish translate that. I know how much she hates it when someone apologizing, so this is the best course of action. I quickly make my way back to the classroom. A few moment later, Hanako enters the room. She must have wait for me to leave to come into the 'tea' room, maybe I should restrain from going there, even though it's the best place to have lunch without being disturb. Not long after her arrival, the trio enter the room as well, and quite loudly might I add
Poor guy, must be exhausted by now I thought to myself. Even though I could've gone with them and help him ease up the feeling of being overwhelmed by those two, one being too bossy and one being too dumb, I do not feel guilty because I myself ain't so fond of those two anyway. The class goes by quite dull so i start drawing. I drew a girl, an anime girl that I watched some time ago, but I can't seem to remember her. The bell ring, causing me to snap out of my thought. I quickly gather my thing and head for the door, but not quick enough
"SACCHAN!" a voice calls out to me, preventing me from leaving the room, because I know there will be serious consequences. So reluctantly, I turn my head around to answer the girls "Hicchan need to go to the nurse's office, but we're busy now. Can you take him there for us?"
I sigh and take out a notebook and a pencil from my bag. I walk up to the new guy and show him the notebook "Let's go". The boy nod and get up quickly, maybe he noticed how annoyed I am right now. Misha waves us off, but Mrs Empress keep on eyeing at me like I murdered her entire family last night. I increase my pace so that I can quickly get out of their sight.
Our trip is too quiet, not a sound from both side, his side mostly since I can't make a sound. This awkward silence is killing me, I have to do something
"So, have a girlfriend yet?" I scream, mentally, and ask myself Why the fuck did I wrote that? There're better way to start a conversation! I'm a fucking idiot
"N-Not really" he stuttered a bit, must have taken him by surprise "Though there were…"
"A confession?" I scream, again, mentally, and yell at myself Why the fuck did I push the subject? Couldn't I just let it rest?
"Yeah…" his voice trails off after his answer, must have been a bad experience. That was when I remember that I used to get confessed to a lot, so maybe I can help him
"Wanna talk about it, just us guys?" that last part was necessary, since you can't just talk about a previous confession to a girl, that would be disastrous, speaking from experience. He seems reluctant a bit, so I decide to push a bit further "Let me guess, she said she like you then left you after your illness?"
His eyes widened at my word, which proves that I am right. That was a wild guess, I basically put myself in him, and I found a kindred spirit "Mine too"
"You too?" Nakai look at me with surprise. I pat him on the back and point at a bench so we can sit down and talk. We talk, or write in my case, for a while. About our similarity, how we both suddenly became a subject to be pitied, how we both got left behind by our 'friends'
"May I ask, what's wrong with you?" while we were on the subject of our time in hospital, I press the question
"I…" he hesitates for a moment, like he considering if I'm worthy enough to know about it, but then exhale and say "I have heart problem"
"What kind?"
"Arrhythmia" what the hell is that? Maybe he noticed my confused face, because he proceeds right after that "It's a condition that cause my heart to beat wildly at random moment"
"That's rough" I pat him on the shoulder and smile "It messed up your life, huh?"
"That's an understatement" he chuckles lightly as he nods his head. I turned to my notebook to say something, but I realize that we have spent too much time talking. Beside, I feel like if this conversation continued, he might ask the question
"Let's go to the nurse office, it's getting late" I tap him lightly and stand up, then pull him up as well. We have another uneventful and quiet walk to the nurse's office, and I say goodbye to him as soon as we arrive, but not before warning him "There's a possibility that you will stay in a dorm room next to a boy know as Kenji who is batshit crazy, my recommendation is that you play along"
After leaving Nakai at the nurse office, I return to my room. As i open the door, a sight of a dangling rope come into my eye. Ignoring it, I close the door behind me quickly, and jump on to the bed and think about what happened today. Until this day, I hate every single day at this school. A school full of hypocrite and strong people, people who are strong enough to accept reality. I'm a weak-willed person, my lack of word may have helped me built a cold and composure façade, but it's won't last forever. Hisao Nakai just might be my first and only friend in this school, a kindred-spirit, a weak-willed person.
I had just finished Katawa Shoujo all route, and decided to write this fic! this is not a yaoi fic, i promise! please R&R