Hey guys It's me again. This is the first part of the extra chapter I talked about posting a while ago. I know what your thinking, why not post them all together. Well
for one, I haven't come up with the other stories yet, I'm still brain storming. The only one I have completely in my head is Hotaru's which is why I'm posting hers
first. The extra chapter will have three parts in total, and this is the first. I hope you enjoy it.
Extra Chapter Part One: Hotaru's Story
Hotaru's POV
I looked up at the sky, it's raining again. I hate the rain, it's so melodramatic. In every scene or movie that involves rain something bad always happens. It's as if
there are people waiting on cue to let a downpour fall on you. It just so happens that on the day I came to this school it was raining. I took a glance at the scars on
my arm. They shouldn't hurt, but somehow every time I look at them I can feel the sting, although I know I can't.
Flashback: Ten Years Ago
"And the Award for 'Best Innovation in the World of Technology' goes to……Keisaku Imai" I cheered as loudly as I can as my daddy went to claim his award. My father
was one of the most amazing scientists of his generation. He was said by all the magazines to change the world one day. I was proud to call him my father, but at that time
I wondered, 'Is he proud of me?' My mother died giving birth to me, so I never was the girliest girl out there, I'd much rather play sports or video games, and my baby
sitters could never get me to put a dress on. I would sometimes play with my father's suits. I admired him that much. Now I realize that I never really knew my father. We
almost never talked and whenever he saw me, he would throw me a mint and continue on with his work. All of the maids and baby sitters would always talk about him
though, they said he was handsome and ingenious and that's why I loved him. I tried hard in school to make him proud of me, but when I showed him a good mark, all he
would do is ruffle my hair and continue doing whatever he was working on.
"Hotaru, how would you like to help me with an experiment." my father asked me. I was ecstatic. "I would love it!" I said completely excited. Imagine your hero
asking you to be their sidekick, that's exactly how I felt. He said that all I would have to do is take pills with water. I did whatever he asked without even asking why. After
about a week of me taking the pills he told me that he had to look at my brain. I thought it would be so cool so I immediately agreed to the MRI. When it was over I asked
my dad if he had found anything. He ran up to me lifted me off the floor and kissed me. He said the experiment was a success. I was so happy that I had helped him, but
then months after the experiment I began to feel funny. Whenever someone would touch me I couldn't feel it. I would trip at school and would bleed, but I couldn't feel
anything. Then a maid caught me at home with a knife in my hand. I had sliced my arm. She ran up to me and her ees widened as she looked at the cut. She examined my
arms and saw scars from other times I had tried to cause myself pain. "I can't feel anything." I told her without emotion. They rushed me to the hospital. After many tests
and another MRI, the doctor told my nanny that my nerves were completely shot. I had lost my sense of touch. I couldn't feel pain, and I couldn't be tickled, I could no
longer feel anything. The doctor asked me to leave the room. I overheard them whispering. My nanny told him it was my father. Apparently my father had been
experimenting with pain killers at the time, and had used me as his subject. The MRI he had done on me had shown that while under the influence of the drug, I had felt no
pain. Now I was suffering the permanent side effect. Human testing on drugs is strictly forbidden until years of testing had been conducted on animals. My father knew
this, but he had tested his drug on me anyway. He used his six-year old daughter for experimentation. It was all over the news, my father's past achievements were
discredited and he lost his job. As for me I was taken into custody by the state. I was put in more foster homes than I could remember. Then when I was ten, a guidance
counselor deemed I was a suicide risk after seeing the scars on my arms. I had never even thought about suicide actually, the scars she saw on her arm were from when I
tried to get myself to feel pain, but I didn't argue. They sent me to Gakuen Alice. On that day it was raining harder than I ever could imagine. During school I was deemed
the 'Ice Queen' because I never showed any emotion. It was a suitable title for me I must say, since I couldn't feel anything.
Most people think that pain is an unnecessary feeling, and that they would surely do without it if they could. But those people have never been stripped of the
sense of touch. They have no idea how I long to feel pain, or to feel anything for that matter. I am like a walking doll and I'll always be that way. But I've moved on.
I have accepted that I will probably never fid someone who loves me. I have accepted that people will forever call me 'cold' and 'unfeeling'. But they should
understand, it's not by choice.
Next Extra Chapter: Nonoko and Koko's Story
One of the most cliché things in sitcom is the story of two twins separated at birth and finally meet each other through some weird coincidence. Well imagine if that actually
did happen know-a-days. You would think I'd be impossible right? Wrong. It's oh-so possible. And we learned that the hard way.