Hello readers, Nyanotic here. This will be my first fanfiction for Angel Beats. I have recently discovered that the first volume of the VN will be released in May. It was for that reason that I rewatched the Anime and after seeing the ending I thought to myself: "This needs an 'after story'." So I decided, why not have a go at it. Lemme' know of you love it or hate it.
Takes place after the events of the anime (After all of the original cast passes on).
Disclaimer: I do not own Angel Beats. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfics.
Angel Beats After Story: A Second Chance
Chapter 1: Dear Yuzuru
Angel.
Why was that the first word to cross my mind?
Strange. Where am I?
Ah, that's more like it.
It's dark, are my eyes closed? Probably. I feel strangely numb as well. Am I asleep? No it's probably painkillers, though I'm confused; why would I need to have taken painkillers.
Damn, this makes no sense. Why can't I remember anything except...
Angel.
It's a memory that's lingering somewhere in the hazy depths of my thoughts. It strains me to think about it, like I'm reaching out to it but it's floating just barely out of reach.
Why? Why can't I remember?
...
Wait! That was it!
Damn! It was only a glimpse but it was there, if only for a second. Striking yellow eyes that shone brilliantly bathed in the sun's warm gaze; pools of liquid gold that captured me in their gentle aura. Silky, silver hair fluttering in the gentle afternoon breeze.
An angel.
My angel.
Damn it, why can't I remember more? Curse this.
...
Beep...
What was that? I could swear I just heard something, albeit rather quietly.
...
...
Beep...
There it is again! If I focus enough, I can hear it.
Beep...
...
Beep...
I keep hearing that sound, is it in my head? I don't think so. What could it be.
Beep...
Beep...
Beep...
It's persistent, I'll admit that much.
Beep...
Beep...
Hey, that's enough already. Shut up.
Beep...
Beep...
Hey, can you hear me. I said shut up!
Beep...
Sounds like my alarm clock, a little. Wait... alarm? Could I be asleep right now? It doesn't feel like I'm sleeping. Come on eyes, open already.
Open...
His eyelids cracked open blearily as he stirred, snapping shut just as quickly in response to the blinding light streaming through the windows basking the room's white walls and reflecting sharply off the metal components of the medical devices on either side of his bed. It was bright, incredibly bright for the pair of burgundy colored eyes that haven't seen the light of day in over four weeks. The pair of eyes that belonged to a young man with ginger hair and a plethora of discolored gauze bandage wrapped around his torso.
"This is a hospital room isn't it," croaked Otonashi, finally managing to pull his eyelids far back enough to see.
His eyes slowly scanned the rather bleak room, finally landing on the source of his irritation and the incessant beeping noise: a monitor displaying his heart rate that released a faint beep each time he felt a gentle thump within his chest. He almost instantly remembered every detail on the function of the device, his brain quickly processing the surplus of raw information he had memorized from medical textbooks. His brain doing much the same as his gaze landed on the IV and followed a thin tube down to the needle currently residing in his forearm. He then turned his head over to the right, his eyes landing on a small table by his bed on which there sat a vase containing a small bouquet of flowers.
He also noticed a few 'get well' cards lying untouched on the table. There was a card that lay on its side. It was off-green in color and had illustrations of flowers on the cover. Another card leaned against the vase and was a pale gold in color with stylized text printed on it. There were a couple more cards placed carefully on the table but only one card stood out. There was only one card out of the many that had managed to trap his weary gaze. The card was simple. There were no illustrations on it and it was plain white in color, almost as if someone had simply folded a laminate piece of paper in half. There were only a few characters written on the card in scratchy hand writing that one would most likely expect of a grade schooler.
Dear Onii-chan.
Please get well soon.
Love, Hatsune.
Otonashi stared blankly at the card, reading the words over and over in his head.
Get well...
Onii-chan...
Hatsune...
What was this? What the hell was with these emotions running rampant through his head? These words, these few words had somehow sent his thoughts spinning at a thousand feet per second. It was as if an earthquake had shook him to the core and he had turned into a bomb ready to explode. He could only lay in shock as a conflict deep within him had erupted into a full blown war of thoughts and regrets. He could only remain in his state of semi-shock as he felt the oddly familiar sting of tears well up in his eyes, clouding his vision. It had happened so suddenly and left him completely defenseless as a torrent of forgotten memories from a life he once lived washes over him like a tidal wave.
A light glaze over his eyes and a stinging in his nose had turned to streams of tears that ran freely down his cheeks as all of his thoughts looped back to the only thing that had ever kept him afloat. Otonashi could only force one word through his dry lips as he let it all out.
"Hatsune."