Ok so I'm new to the Majikoi fandom here but I've been a fan of the Majikoi franchise for years now, the VNs and the manga and anime. Kawakami Momoyo FTW.
With that said, however, the anime adaptation felt very messy and unfocused.
I've read the majikoi fanfics here and I'd like to give a try as well. A different take on what happened after Momoyo rejected Yamato for the second time.
But this is a rather angsty and dark take of the story. If anyone here read my Oregairu fanfic before they'd probably see the pattern. So a bit of a warning. Heavy divergence from the anime adaptation plot, possible OOCness.
() used for thoughts, just like the VN.
Well please enjoy.
"There was a time above, a time before.
There were perfect things, diamond absolutes.
How things fall, things on earth.
And what falls, is fallen.
In the dream, they took me into the light.
A Beautiful Lie."
"Yamato, sorry." Kawakami Momoyo said, her arms still wrapped around Naoe Yamato.
"Eh?" Yamato exhaled, his heart starting to feel heavy.
The two stood by the river with the evening sun casting a sparkling shine on the flowing water.
She had rejected his confession for the second time. Yamato confessed to her once but Momoyo did not see those feelings being serious at all then. But Yamato got back up putting in effort into showing how serious he was to Momoyo that he was in love with her.
Which had led up to this moment, where after he poured his mind in gaining her affections and showing his manliness by beating her in the Kawakami battle through tactics and strategy, he made his confession of his serious love to her by the Kawakami river. And Momoyo rejected again.
"I see you as a man now." Momoyo said. "But if you ask me to go out with you, I think I'd rather you stay as my underling."
She pulled away to face him properly. "Your serious feelings came across. But let's remain friends. See you."
She turned away and left, leaving Yamato by the river bank.
Yamato remained where he stood for a moment, his eyes saddened and he let out a long sigh.
He put in quite a lot of work to make Momoyo happy and to get her to like him after she rejected him the first time, taking her out to try out new food, playing with her during the festival and giving her two birthday gifts. The Kawakami battle and a ring.
After all that, she wanted to be friends only, that was his efforts amounted to. It hurt even more than before, because he was seriously in love with her.
He trudged up the bank and made his leave heading for the bridge. He suspected the rest of the Kazama family had witnessed his confession off in the distance but he was not going to acknowledge their presence. Not right now.
In fact he felt upset they would step into something he considered private.
His being felt hollow as he continued his path on the bridge. His mind drifted to what Momoyo told him, to just remain friends. But he doubted he could, not when he was so serious about his confession. He did not where this was going to go.
(Dammit this sucks so bad.)
As he reached the bridge he felt a vibration in his pocket. Pulling out his phone, it showed someone was calling him, and it was the last person he was expecting to call him now.
Swallowing his heart back down into his chest, he answered the call.
"Dad?" Yamato said.
"Yamato." Naoe Kagekiyo answered. "Listen carefully."
"What is it?" Yamato said.
Kagekiyo noted something was off in his voice, it felt empty.
"Something wrong Son?" His Father asked.
"Nothing." Yamato said clearing his throat, making it seemed like it was a just a case of phlegm.
"What happened? Did you get dumped by a girl?" Kagekiyo pinned the nail.
"What is it dad?" Yamato did not answer his question.
"Your Mother and I are on our way back to Japan now."
That caught Yamato unaware. He asked, "Huh? This is very sudden? What's the occasion?"
"Just a business matter that requires me to back in Japan for a few days."
"I see."
"Your Mother wants you to come see us at the airport." Kagekiyo explained before someone else took over the phone.
"Yamato." A sweet voice gave Yamato a huge sense of nostalgia.
"Mom?" Yamato said, a tint of warmth in his chest hearing his Mother, Naoe Saki.
"I'm coming back home to see my baby boy heehee." Saki said. "Please come to the airport ok dear?"
"Yeah, yeah sure mom I'll be there." Yamato nodded.
Kagekiyo took back the phone, "I'll be sending you the flight details. See you in a few hours."
"Oh, ok. Bye." Yamato hung up the phone.
Yamato took in a deep breath. Turning around he set on the path back to the Shimazu dormitory. The setback he had with Momoyo still took hold of his head. Shaking his head out of it he set his focus on the airport.
(Mom wants to see you at the airport so let's go.)
Night has happen with the full moon and red clouds dotting the sky. Reaching the Shimazu dorm, he stepped inside dreading that the Kazama Family would be waiting for him. Stepping inside he could hear the sound of dining in the kitchen. He swiftly moved pastthe kitchen entrance, sneaking through the dorm to his room.
Changing out of his school uniform he was now wearing a black zip up hoodie, and a pair of blue jeans.
Once he set foot out of his room, there stood someone he really did not want to contend with now.
"Yamato!" Shiina Miyako squealed throwing her arms out to embrace him, only for her to tumble forward as he shifted to the side dodging her advances.
"What are you doing Miyako?" Yamato asked unsettled after the spontaneous move from her.
"I've come to warm your heart after that terrible rejection you took from Momo-senpai." Miyako beamed.
(So you were watching, you and the others.)
Yamato's eyes narrowed.
He sighed, "I can't deal with this now."
"Don't worry Yamato." Miyako tried to grab his arm. "I'll make sure you become a cheerful cherry by tomorrow."
He did not even want to know what that meant.
"Seriously Miyako not now." Yamato stepped away from her looking at his watch. "I need to go somewhere. And I don't want you or anyone coming with me ok? This is private."
Miyako taking the opportunity she bounced onto his futon. "Then I'll wait till you return."
"Miyako would you just- Tch I don't have time for this." Yamato shut the door and headed for the dorm exit, not giving a glance to the other Kazama Family members in the kitchen.
Through the train ride to the airport, he leaned against the window gazing out into the city. His lips formed a sulk, thinking back at the river, thinking of Momoyo.
(You see me as a man but you still think of me as an underling. What does that even mean?)
His chest still held onto to that hollow sensation. He tried to keep his mind on his parents ceasing his thoughts of Momoyo, and he failed to do so.
(Dammit.)
It was past midnight. In the airport, he sat by the bench in the public section watching the planes by the airstrips taking off and landing.
Checking the flight details in his phone, he made his way to the arrival hall.
Waiting among a crowd he watched as the conveyor belts circulated the luggage around. The passengers soon came and they began picking out their bags.
And at last, he spotted them. A man with a goatee and white hair reaching the neck, he was wearing a suit with no tie. A woman with brown hair reaching her neck too, she wore a sleeveless polo and jeans.
He waved up high for them to see, his Mother spotted him and she shined a motherly smile to him. Pulling out their luggage from the belt, Kagekiyo and Saki made their way to join Yamato.
"Yamato." Saki greeted happily giving her Son a warm hug.
"Welcome back mom." Yamato returned the hug as well. It was something he needed, after that sting in his chest in the evening.
"Yamato." His Father greeted as well.
"Good to see you again dad." Yamato said taking the luggage from his Mother like a gentleman.
"Thank you baby." Saki gave Yamato peck on the cheek.
"Mom stop." Yamato pulled his head away. "We should go already."
As a family, they exited the airport and got to the cab to bring them to their old home before Yamato moved into the Shimazu Dorm. While Saki took her seat inside, Yamato and Kagekiyo were putting the luggage in the cab's boot.
Out of the blue Kagekiyo asked his Son, "So who's the girl that dumped you?"
That got Yamato's eye to twitch, his heart stung, he groaned.
"Talk to us ok? We can counsel you." Kagekiyo said as a Father to a Son.
During the cab ride through the expressway, Yamato reluctantly explained his whole situation to them.
"She rejected you for the second time? Momoyo?" His Mother asked, rubbing Yamato's knee for comfort. Yamato was currently seated in between his parents while cab rode through the expressway.
"Yes." Yamato admitted for them to hear, even the cab driver.
"But do you still like her dear?" Saki asked her Son.
"I…I think so. Ah I don't know." Yamato scratched his head.
"Yamato. I know this is confusing." Saki said. "I was even when your Father was trying to win me over."
His Father then spoke out. "But I just managed to convince you once. He did twice and it didn't work. It seems to me like it is she who does not know what she wants. It's all fickle."
"Huh?" Yamato raised an eyebrow.
"She seems like she just want things to stay the same from what you told me. She's scared that things will change between you two." Kagekiyo paused for a second. "But I think that's a little too late."
"She just wants me to be her underling." Yamato said.
"And do you?" His father asked.
Silence was the answer Yamato gave.
"There's no one really at fault here. All your efforts to win her over got her to think differently of you but she just wants to stay as friends, one doesn't owe the other anything."
"Then what do you suggest then?" Yamato asked.
"Yamato." His Mother held his shoulder. "Trying to win her over following her like a pet is not going to do you any good. You're just going to pamper her." She squeezed his shoulder. "Don't take this the wrong way about her, but I don't like it that she hurt my son's feelings, twice for that matter."
Yamato's eyes drifted down, reflecting on his mother's words.
(Just follow her, but no fruit to bear? It's not like that right?)
"Son, I know you love her, but if this eats you away it's not healthy. I suggest you make her see what things are like if she no longer has you around. Because she's dependent on you. Do not lose that love, but do not let it consume you." Saki warmly said. "It's about your life ok? Your life."
Yamato fell silent for a few moments before changing the subject. "What's this business matter of yours dad?"
Seeing as their Son did not want to talk about the subject anymore they went along.
"It's about the Kuki group." Kagekiyo explained.
"Oh?" That got Yamato intrigued. "Is it regarding Kuki Ageha?"
"Not only her, it's also concerning what our company is developing. She-"
Everything stopped in Yamato when the car windows shattered. And Yamato's parents suddenly flinched with a bloodied hole in each of their chests. The cab driver suffered the same, blood droplets scattered all over inside. The car went out of control swerving around till it crashed into the expressway's shoulder lane barrier.
It felt like forever. Yamato seated in the middle seat behind breathed heavily. His head hurt incredibly. A bead of blood rolled down from his lip.
"Mom?" He wheezed out, but there was no response. "Mom?"
Turning his head to her, everything in him froze. His Mother, eyes lifeless as she slumped in her seat with blood all over her chest with a bullet hole that had pierced through her. Looking away to the other side, his Father appeared the same, dead with a bloodied bullet hole.
Without thinking, Yamato reached out and covered the wound, based on a useless attempt to stop the bleeding. "Dad! No!"
He tried shaking his Father awake.
Realising his hand was now soaked in his father's blood, he hyperventilated. Scrambling to the front passenger seat, he flinched by the sight of the dead cab driver. Opening the front passenger door. Yamato crawled out of the car, turned around and gazed on his dead parents with teary eyes.
He looked down at his blood-soaked hand before dropping to his knees.
Everything in him perished.
"Noooooo!"
Well, any comic book fan would find this all familiar.
Let's see where this story will go.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter.
