I wake up with a chill in my body. It's warm...but i have a cold sweat. Breathing hard, i cant help but grip my chest in some sort of desperation. What was that? Why was that dream so real? Why...do i feel sad? Sighing, i get up from bed, the sheets silently crumpling on the bed as i do so. The floor board creaks slightly as my bare feet touch the floor, cold.I move over to where my phone was charging and quickly check my sleeping phone. Softly, i press the power button, bracing my eyes for the blue light that my phone will undoubtedly make. Wincing just a little bit as my eyes were forced to readjust to the new source of light, i find out that it is 5 in the morning. Not particularly sleepy i groan silently as i prepare for the day.
Making my way towards my closet i take a notice about how dirty my room has recently gotten. Soft creaks accompany me on my somewhat short journey as i get my school uniform out of the closet. Quickly putting them on, i then proceed to head to the bath room in order to wash my face and brush my face. The bathroom is also the place where i like to think things out so its perfect for me right now. I still need to sort out all of...these dreams and what they mean.
I open the bathroom door with a soft creak as i step into the dark bathroom, with a small click the lights are on. Quickly brushing my teeth with ease and also filling my hands full of water from the faucet, i splash it on my face. Cleaning it, and getting rid of any of those annoying eye buggers that stick my eye. Looking up, i eye myself in the mirror. Yep nothing new here. Just the same old me. I don't particularly feel anything at all when i look at my face. Trying to think about the meaning of those dreams went up to smoke as i just stared at my reflection in the mirror. Sighing, i finish my business and leave the bathroom, careful not to make to much noise. I activate one of my loner skills, i dub it the ninja walk. Yes i know, very creative. I make my way to the kitchen, and our old cabinet. It makes a soft sound as i carefully and quickly get my coffee beans.
I quickly prepare a cup of coffee, though not as good as a can of max, i would say that my cup is somewhat decent. Getting a small snack to munch on as well, i wait patiently for my cup of coffee to finish. Something about mornings always seemed to fascinate me, so as i waited i patiently and watched the tree, visible from our window and thought about how so many interesting things can happen in such a short amount of time. First there was a small birds nest, then a squirrel came up to the tree and started making a racket. Then a dog barked, scaring both the squirrel and the bird nearby. Amused, i silently awaited for my cup of coffee to be finished. Snacking on some chocolate mushrooms i once again looked at the area around me. Just behind the counter is the living room with a big wide comfy couch that i spend most of my days on after school. In front of that is the worn down TV. We've had that TV for about 7 years so its getting a bit worn out. After that are the carpets. I never really realized this but there were some stains in the corner of the room. The walls may look bright and cheery but in reality they need to be cleaned some time. It may not be perfect, but its home. I also like it for the peace that it holds. All this time i have been here brewing coffee, not a single sound has been made except for me and my actions.
Noticing that my Coffee has finished, i excitedly take a small sip of my coffee. Feeling that strong kick that i have always been used to, i cant help but have a small grin on my face. Relaxing, i take my newly acquired consumables to my room. Slowly and steadily both as an effort to not make any noise and to not spill any of the food. I safely open the door. Setting down my cup of coffee on my study desk, which i just now realized is covered all over with various notes and papers. Putting some papers to the side, i re position my Laptop and open it up. Greeted by my small screen, I enter my password and browse through the internet for a little while. I'm not a very sociable person, I've never really needed it, as such i don't have any social media at all. The only time i spend on my laptop is either for studying or watching amusing things on my screen.
Soon i hear the sound of a door opening outside in the hallway. Its probably my parents, they always leave at around six. Its about 5:30 right now so i have quite a bit of time to relax before going to school. School...Crap! i forgot that i'm going to Kyoto today! Panicking somewhat, i quickly pull out my travel bag and throw in 2 days worth of clothes in there. Just in case. Sighing, i take a sip of my coffee and mull over what i'm going to do in the next day. Looking into my laptop i think of something, it's stupid but its something. Ebina asked something of me, along with Hayato and sometimes the status quo is better left unbroken then broken. Knowing that this will most likely sever my relation ship with Yuigahama and Yukinoshita, i can only rub my temples in frustration. I have never liked the word Sacrifice...weird why do i feel like I've said that before? But anyway, i have my own convictions and no one will ever stop me from upholding my beliefs, up to the very end... All these events must be sapping me mentally huh?
For the next 2 two hours i hang around in my room, like a lazy cicada hanging on a tree on a hot summer's eve. Reading some light novels to pass the time here and there and also playing some tactics on my console. It always escapes me, for either i am a masochist or just a man that simply doesn't feel much, but i always look for something that stirs my heart. Like this game i'm playing, its the final chapter and my character is most likely going to kick it. This light novel can also serve as an example, man unrequited love can be a pain. Its these little things, whether it be real or something written up. That kind of thing makes me enjoy life a little. Noticing the clock in my room, i get up and head to the kitchen. Leaving my valuable possessions save for my phone and bag, i open the door. Accompanying me was an old and pathetic creak from my door. as i headed to the kitchen. In front of my eyes lay a Young woman with hair as black as night, She's small and intelligent with a kind soul as she gives me a scowl as she see's me. That's something genuine right there, for that young woman is my sister, oh, have i told you? shes not really a morning person.
"yo"
"...Gomi chan"
"The food looks Delicious" I say as the food was presented out for me on the table. Today's dish was simple, Fish with rice (Along with a bottle of soy sauce as seasoning of course)
"Ehhh? that's it? not even a good morning? or even a thank you?"
A scoff.
"Yes, i appreciate you making food for me very much Komachi, and i would say good morning but it seems you have it rough this morning, there fore it would be appropriate to say bad morning"
"Ehhhh? was that supposed to be clever or a compliment? 10 points"
"Well, nothing can be done then" I say as i pull out the chair, softly the chair squeaks as i pull it out of its original position.
With a slight thump, i am now sitting on the chair. Next was the food. I'm still slightly hungry so this breakfast looks like a feast to me. Thanks for the food my dear sister!~ Saying my daily thanks for the food, i start to dig in. Picking up my chopsticks, i hastily and greedily dig into my food like a wolf. Mmphf! this fish was really good!
Seeing this, Komachi starts to eat to. Now, when we eat during the mornings we don't usually talk much, just some banter here and there but its mostly quite. We understand each other too well to actually need to formulate words for a change. After enjoying our meals, Komachi like a bird migrating, gets up to leave. But then a slight pause, without any hesitation or an ounce of shame she pulls out a list. With a smile that seems to know only itself and not others, she gives to me.
"Oh yea! souvenirs for all of us please!" In defeat i can only nod my head. My wallet is going to be absolutely ravaged by the sheer amount of items on that list. With a smile she turns around and leaves. Groaning, i mull around for a couple of minutes before heading out.
Getting up from the chair, i push it back to its original position. Heading to where my bag is, the carpet slowly crumples under my feet as i pick up my bag. The only sound that it makes are soft rumples and crinkles, making the whole action seem tingly for some reason. With my free hand i pick off my keys from the key holder next to our door. Opening the door, i leave my house with ease. Turning around, i lock my door. With a satisfying click, i know that the door has been locked properly. Feeling a little chill from the early morning, i quickly make my way to school. To me traveling seems like a pain for some reason so i don't really care if i'm late or not.
Walking down the hill with no particular rush, i take the chance to reinvigorate my body in this early morning chill. Its almost winter, and with it brings the cold autumn chill and the dead brown ugly leaves. Those leaves are everywhere, on the the ground, roofs and in the sky. So much death, yet no one talks about it that much, it makes you wonder what else people just don't bother to talk about. Slowly but surely as the days pass by, a slow yet ugly fog shall emerge whenever i breathe or talk. A reminder of how ugly this time of year truly is. Looking at the scene, i focus on reaching the station, there i'll be commuting my way to school. It's a very tedious journey that i take everyday, but the school is very prestigious so i'll say that everything is somewhat worth it.
Making my way to the station, i haphazardly stand around on the lane waiting for my line. All around me everything is the same. Its all grey and white, everyday i do this, and everyday its the same. Everybody is keeping to themselves in line except for shameless friends and family. The majority of everybody don't really talk much except for those on the phone. Everyday this happens, and everyday i ignore it, what has it got to do with me? The majority of society today has just...just become in genuine. Indeed, Chiba has become a very...very...dead city...what?
Just then an image flashed in my mind. It was clear as day, colorful and i could recollect voices...I must be day dreaming. Then my heart tightens for a second. A beautiful woman, if one saw her then they would most likely mistake her for a goddess. When she smiled and laughed i would be happy, when she was sad my heart felt like it would break. My fists clench without me realizing it... I saw the pictures go by like a train in my mind. Images of her laughing, the feeling of warmth in my heart. These are much to clear to be a daydream aren't they? As i have these images pop up in my mind the train appears. Thoughtlessly and wordlessly i step on the train. Shaken, i sit down, my legs enjoying the brief respite. As i think about the woman, i get flashes of what seemed like Kyoto in my mind...No that was Kyoto, except with more ancient looking buildings. I'm not stupid, after thinking a bit on these things, i have concluded These memories are most likely memory's from a past live...But why now? this isn't a light novel, this is real life. Why is my heart beating like this?
Focusing on these past memory's, i reach my stop before i know it. Still shaken, i leave station and make my way to school. From here it's a short and brief five minute walk. Focusing on going to school, i put these thoughts to the back of my mind, i'll reflect on this later. But just as i think that, a clear voice appears in my mind.
Hikigaya! are you prepared? are you prepared to never go home!? once we leave Kyoto none of us will ever go back!
A chill goes through me. That was... a man in Shensengumi clothes?...No, it was Sugita-san... A comrade. Whatever happened in the past, Kyoto seems to play a large part in my former life's memory...Well at least i'm back here now, in my current life. I'll think about this later, for while i was remembering this past memories, i made it all the way to the school gate. Focusing, i step through the gate and into the school compound. Maintaining my same old rigid face i enter the school building. As i make my way in the building to the classroom i pass by people that i frequently see. Not a single one greeted me. I'm used to that however, so that doesn't faze me in any way. Its the usual here, nothing changes and should never change. I am perfectly content with the status quo. We human beings are all the same. Iv'e grown to expect the same old, same old. If something new happened then it would catch me unaware unexpectedly indeed. Making my way to the classroom entrance, i expect the same thing every morning, entering through the open door, i silently make my way to my desk. Everyone is excited for the trip of course, Yui is talking to Hayato and his cliche, and the class mostly doesn't notice me.
Plopping my stuff down onto my desk, i sit down. I was able to relax for a couple of seconds before a snow haired head appeared by my shoulder. Always sporting a fair smile, Captain Saika...wait what? Captain? Just then, another flash, Instead of a smile, his face is now grim and cold hearted.
"Good morning Hachiman!" It takes a few seconds to react for me after seeing that.
"O..oh! good morning Saika"
"Are you ready for the trip to Kyoto!"
"...I i guess you could say that"
"Great!, anyway, i have to go back to my desk now, so see you later!" He says with a smile as he makes his way to his desk.
Pretty soon, Shiz-wait a minute... Hirastuka sensei looks excatly like the woman Shizuka in my memories...no way...right? Anyway Hiratsuka sensei enters the room, and calms everyone down. She briefs us on what to do once we get to the station and promptly leads us out of the building like a parent would her kids. Speaking of kids, the past me had gotten Shizuka pregnant, what ever happened to our child? Ugh, now i'm even talking like the me in my past life. But, paying that no mind, i follow the class out of the classroom, just coincidentally at the back. Like a lone wolf, always alone. Hands in my pockets, i follow them wordlessly down the narrow hallways, through the twists and turns of this school. All the while, they excitedly talked about what they would do in Kyoto. One thing for sure, for me at least is that i am not excited at all. Something about this trip seems like a trap, and the moment i get snared, its going to be very difficult to get out of.
Finally we get outside to the school grounds. There were several other groups already boarding the buss'es, i saw to men that i consider close with their silver heads, when they both saw me they waved and smiled. Awaiting us was a group of weathered bus's that has gone through more then a few trips. Not caring who i got seated with, i waited until i was the last one, as a courtesy of course. Unsurprisingly i was seated alone. Looks like no one wants to associate with the loser that made Sagami cry huh? Not caring, i sat down waited for the bus to start. It was a very short ride to the station from here on the bus, probably 10 minutes at most, 10 lonely minutes of lonely sad me time. Putting on my headphones, i started playing some music on my playlists. Contrary to popular belief, i'm not that big of an otaku, sure I've seen the great shows from the golden age but I've just kinda stopped caring. So one would expect many anime songs on my phone buts its just the opposite really. Most songs on my playlist are about love, and struggle!...I sound just like a young middle school girl huh? Any way the point is that i have nothing better to do then to listen to music on this bus trip.
As everyone talks loudly, overly excited for this brief trip to Kyoto i focus hard. Through my music and everyone's talking i can hear it. The soft low creaking of the bus, the rumbling of wheels and the crumples of seats. It somehow made me feel in tune with my surroundings, i have always been like this ever since childhood. Like a wolf, yes! like a wolf always ever observant of my surroundings, And because i am able to notice all these little things, i of course also notice bits and pieces of information from other peoples conversations. It never hurts to know whats going on as i a wise man once said. I hear something interesting while listening to them talk. Apparently they're going to recommend a girl as a presidential candidate. I see what's going on here, jealousy, pure jealousy. However, its not my problem so i just ignore it and let it slide. As the bus drives to the station dead leaves pass us by, making an ugly sight to behold indeed.
Pretty soon we get to the station. Excitingly everyone gets off in a hurry. Waiting, its not to long before the bus is vacated. Then finally at last i walk off of the bus. We are at the station at last. What greets me is a bustling station, with everyone walking around excitingly, a buzz in the air if you well. Spotting me, Saika excitingly runs to me and grabs my arms in a friendly manner. Oi, stop that Saika at this rate i might actually confess you know?
"Hachiman! I'm so Excited for this trip!" Oh Saika, if only you knew that i haven't been this excited about anything ever since you accompanied me to Hakodate... Just then, another flash. Saika was smiling at me in Shensengumi clothes...We were comrades? man the string of fate must be really tangled in terms of my life and reincarnations. Letting out a small grin, i nod and accompany him to the train.
Thats that everyone. Sorry if if there are any mistakes, i combed my story for any errors, also feel free to comment as i am always looking to improve.
