Da Capo II: Endless Memory
Foreword: As April moves along, the weather changes, and with it, comes a new story, one that I never thought would get done. Hello, Mayflower Productions, expert procrastinator and average writer, introducing another one of my ideas. This time I've revisited one of my favorites, a franchise that time has long forgotten, Da Capo, a love story set on an island where the trees are always blooming. The last story on this site was posted almost a decade ago, can you believe it? They don't even have DC III?... Ok, that's enough ranting. I'll be completely frank, I don't have the highest expectations for this story, or think many people will read it, but I decided to publish it anyway to stroke my own ego. Consider it all a vanity project that may or may not succeed. Judging from the title, Endless Memory (working title) takes place in Da Capo II, which occurs decades after the first installment. I'll stop rambling here and will instead go on with the show. Welcome to Da Capo II: Endless Memory- Chapter 1... I hope the ride isn't too rough.
Endless Memory- POV shift, line break "How troublesome-" Dialogue
I do not own Oregairu, Da Capo, or any other intellectual properties that may appear in this story. Please don't sue me.
Chapter 1: The Curtain Rises on His Story
"If you don't wake up soon, Onee-chan will..." I rise from my deep sleep to the sound of an alarm. I really needed to change that one of these days. What if someone stumbled upon my room and heard it? They would think I had a sister complex or something. Which I obviously do not!
"*sigh*" Why am I even worrying about such scenarios? It's not like I have any friends, let alone a girlfriend who woke me up every morning. I decided to rise out of bed and table this discussion to prepare for school. I quickly changed into my uniform and walked out the front door, remembering to lock it as I left.
Endless Memory
Walking down the street, I enjoyed the cool sea breeze flowing through my raven-colored hair and the lack of traffic. I guess waking up late has its benefits, so maybe I should do this more often... The only downside is being chewed out about my laziness after school, but that is not necessarily a deal-breaker.
Now, what to do? I don't despise quiet walks, but they can get slightly tedious. However, one of my many skills included engaging in one-sided conversations, so here goes nothing.
Ahem. If I were to ask people, "Do you believe in magic?" how would they respond? The answer to that question may surprise you. I know what I said sounds crazy but listen to me. This can be an insightful discussion. Taking in the sights around me, I notice the line of sakura (cherry blossoms) along the road. They coated the trees in a pink aura, not too dissimilar to the effects of Super Saiyan Rose. That seems normal enough, right? Most people would think nothing of it this time of year; just another sign of the changing seasons. However, that's where my magic discussion comes in.
Here on Hatsunejima (Hatsune Island), the trees are always in bloom, and they don't lose their leaves. Yes, that's right, every season, from the summer heatwaves to the bitter winter storms, a pink hue lines the streets. People here worry more about skimming their swimming pools of cherry blossoms rather than dead insects. Scientists like to explain the phenomenon as something related to an irregularity in the island's soil, but most locals attribute it to supernatural forces. Even I, a noted believer in sound logic and reasoning, couldn't help but share their view. No other grounded explanation could explain the magical properties of Hatsunejima's trees.
However, I draw the line when other locals claim that wishes made under the trees are always granted, especially those of the romantic variety. That superstition blows the matter out of proportion and is purely fictional speculation... It's not like I tried, and my calls were ignored. That's ridiculous.
Regardless of my personal qualms with local legends, magic can make the impossible possible and throw common sense out of the window. Where am I going with all of this? Well, it has to be magic that my reputation is so horrible. While walking toward my school, I met numerous disgusted glares and scowls.
"Is that him?"
"How could he be so nonchalant after what he did?"
"He's the worse."
It amazes me how petty teenagers could be, as more than six months after the fact, some are still upset with me. Incredible. And they're shocked that I walk to school alone.
Nevertheless, the new school year was here. This day functions as the looming end to my traumatic middle school chapter. All I have to do is ride out the next few months quietly, and I can put these days firmly behind me.
"Just one more year," I quietly chanted that mantra as I walked through Kazami Academy's main entrance and changed into my indoor shoes.
I traversed the school's many hallways to reach my destination, including passing my former classroom, where everything went wrong... Stay calm, Hachiman; it's all in the past. There was no point in flashing my anger, so I controlled my temper and didn't spend much time looking at the room. If I wasn't mistaken, my classroom was 3-3 this year, so that should mean it's...
"*gulp*" I stood outside my classroom's door in trepidation for what lay inside. Sure, I've set up some defenses since the incident, but they might collapse. After all, look what happened to the French; they built the Maginot, the World's Best Defensive Line, and believed that their country would never fall to the Germans. And how did it end? They were quickly defeated. So, where did that leave me?
"Tch, there's no point in being so hesitant. What am I, some Harem protagonist? Let's just get this over with." I found my resolve and opened the door, taking my first steps into my new homeroom, and inside were...
"Hey, how is it going?"
"Oh, you know, the usual."
"That's a nice hair clip. Where did you buy it?"
"I got from the place on Main Street."
"Uh, so many riajuu." (Translator's Note: popular people. You will be hearing that a lot from Hikigaya over here.) I groaned at what I saw. The first day had not technically started, yet all the cliques were in place. Everyone already knew each other, which spelled doom for anyone trying to climb the social hierarchy. And they say that schools are a meritocracy. What a joke.
Scanning the form I received yesterday, I walked towards my seat. "Please, not the window, please not the window," I prayed, hoping for my ideal outcome, which was being placed near the door; in that position, I had more space to myself and wouldn't be bothered by the socialites, frolicking with their circles. Just glancing at them right now is enough to make me feel nauseous.
I don't usually ask for much, but can these fickle friend groups just collapse? Hearing them laugh without a care in the world is enough to make me angry... *sigh* It's not worth it, but... Go explode, go explode, go explode...
"No." Once I reached the location on the paper, my heart dropped. My seat was between a slew of chattering students and the window. Why did it have to be there? What am I, some Shounen protagonist, who wins with the power of "Guts" or "Friendship"? Why can't things ever go my way?
"What a nice day it is." I took my seat and turned my gaze outward to enjoy the view from the affiliated campus. If you stared hard enough, you could see the glimmering sea in the distance that surrounded Hatsunejima. Unlike most schools, Kazami Academy was both a middle (affiliated campus) and high school divided between two wings. All the older students resided in the building beside the one I was in, connected by one long hallway overlooking the tennis courts behind the school. It was a slightly complicated setup but necessary since Hatsunejima wasn't the largest island in surface area or population. Most students didn't leave the island unless they wanted to attend prestigious schools on the mainland, but those individuals were rare. For a large majority of the population, Hatsunejima was all they ever needed.
You could even circumnavigate the island in only a few days. Maybe I should do that when I have time. It could be like one of those adventures heroes have in the light novels I read... That sounds nice, a few days away from home and all its related tribulations. ("Baka Nii-san!" "Why are you so lazy, Otouto-kun?" "Ha-chan!")... I need to look into that avenue.
"Ara, ara, what a pleasant surprise it is to be neighbors?" I heard a soft voice call out beside me, interrupting my monologue. Oh, come on, I was getting to the good part. That person sounded familiar, almost like someone I purposely avoided interacting with for the past year. When my social life went into free fall, I decided to forgo any previous relationships I had out of fear of further rejection and my life spiraling out of control. Once the metaphorical fires were put out, I gave up looking for friends and channeled inwards on my internal development. All vestiges of those connections wilted away after such disuse, and I should have been erased from any affected parties' memories.
"*sigh* So it was you, after all, Yukimura," However, I sighed once I realized the person's identity. The dainty girl beside me had a slight, almost doll-like frame, golden eyes, and white hair tied in braided twin tails. From that description, I knew that she was, unfortunately, my former associate, Yukimura Anzu. A member of the infamous Setsugekka (Translator's Note: It comes from the first character of each group member's last name.) trio. Their renown was only rivaled in our year by the Golden Boy, Hayama Hayato, and his merry band of pals.
Back in the [before times], I used to talk to Yukimura alongside a few others, but as I said before, we haven't been on speaking terms lately. Sadly, I did not have to worry about her forgetting me since she had a perfect memory. It was due to her patented "Yukimura Memorization Technique," but I don't know the specifics. Even if I did, it would probably be locked away in my [Dark Memories], never to be brought up again.
Regardless, Yukimura must be surprised to know that I didn't drop off the face of the earth after all these months.
"Mou, why are you so cold, Hachiman? You don't need to treat me like a stranger." She teased me with a sly grin. If I were to describe Yukimura's main trait, it would be her mischievous nature, as she always seems to be planning something, and if you're not careful, you could be caught in her plots. There was this one time in elementary school when she made me... Wait, I'm not doing this. Those memories were forever sealed away, never to be discussed again. In a way, she resembled another one of my former associates...
"Ah, Hikigaya, what a pleasant surprise, we have been reunited!" A male voice boomed. Oh, no.
"*sigh* Seriously, what is my luck?" I groaned once the second familiar voice spoke to me. In front of me was a boy with an (objectively speaking) charming face, smooth black hair, and a wide smirk. This was, of course, Suginami. No one knows his first name, and it remains shrouded in mystery.
How am I associated with this male student? He roped me into some "interesting" plots in the past, which may or may not have invoked the Student Council's ire... I remember when she always scolded me after the fact ("You know, Otouto-kun, just because it's funny doesn't mean you should do it. Suginami-kun is a bad influence, someone to avoid at all costs."). And looking back on it, she was right, and I was wrong for not taking her seriously. Past Hachiman was such a fool.
However, I repeat, those days have long passed, and I am now just a humble loner, looking to quietly ride out his final year of middle school. There was no way I would allow myself to be caught up in another one of Suginami's schemes.
"Oh, Anzu-chan, is that who I think it is?" Great, more's the merrier, I suppose.
"Tch, I should have asked her to check the rosters before the school year started," I complained as the third familiar face walked over to my desk.
"Hello, Hachiman. Have you missed me?" She asked, trying to dominate my peripheral vision.
"No, not really, Hanasaki." I curtly replied, trying to pivot my gaze away from her, let's just say, an impressive figure. The person I was avoiding eye contact with was the second member of Setsugekka, Hanasaki Akane, who had flowing light pink hair, matching eyes, and generous proportions for a middle school student. Hey, don't call me a pervert; it's just that I'm a gentleman. Yeah, I'm so much of a gentleman that I avoid women altogether. I'm such an honorable person. Maybe I should treat myself to some MAX Coffee after school? Now that sounds like a great idea.
"Not even giving me a reaction; you're no fun, Hachiman~." She pouted at my avoidant look. Yeah, that's right, I won't fall for your petty tricks anymore!... Just what am I talking about?
"H-Hikki." After Hanasaki, my last former associate, spoke up, her short orange hair swaying as she swiveled her head to meet my gaze. And if she's using that name, it has to be...
"Of course, you're in this class, Tsukishima. Now the whole group is here. *sigh* This is too much for one day; I should have just stayed in bed." The girl I spoke to was Tsukishima Koko, and we had some history between us. We lived in the same neighborhood, and you know how parents are; they like having their children interact with each other from an early age, attempting to forge "lifetime bonds," or something. As a result, I've known Tsukishima for a while, but she mainly spent time with my sisters while I was just a background character. The only sign of our familiarity was her persistent use of the title "Hikki" for me. Like what does that mean; is it some kind of disease?
These days we don't talk much (see earlier explanation), but our interactions are slightly more frequent than the others. Occasionally we pass each other when I go food shopping, and I give the obligatory greeting, but not much more...
[Flashback]
"W-what a coincidence running into you here, Hikki."
"Yo. I'll see you around then."
"H-have a nice day, Hikki."
[Flashback End]
"But what about..." Tsukishima spoke up. Tch, why did she have to bring up that subject? I've already dealt with enough unsettling reunions for one lifetime. I don't need...
"And now I'm here, Hachiman!" A boy with brown hair, and an annoying grin, exclaimed as he joined the circle around my desk.
"You just had to jink it, Tsukishima. I didn't think everyone, including Itabashi, would be in this class." The naive idiot who disappointed me was Itabashi Wataru, the last of my associates. He has an unhealthy drive for the opposite sex and reeks of false suave. He reminded me of a certain Sacred-Gear-wielding Harem Protagonist, but not as extreme. As for our connection, Itabashi joined Suginami in his hare-brained schemes, and I was foolishly dragged along with them. We used to have a group name, but like most of my [Dark Memories], I cannot remember.
"All right, everyone, settle down." The teacher gained everyone's attention by clapping their notebook, and the crowd around me soon dispersed, granting me some reprieve.
"So now my past decides to haunt me?" I sighed while ruminating over recent events. All these reunions without warning combined with my comically abysmal reputation; this scenario reads like fiction, more than anything. Which means that I'm the protagonist caught in all the chaos.
"How troublesome."
Endless Memory
"Thank you, everyone, for attending today, and I would like to say..." The Student Council President gave a speech welcoming the 3rd Years for starting the new semester. I could barely pay attention to its contents as I struggled to maintain consciousness. Why did they always host these opening day ceremonies in the auditorium? Let alone so early in the morning? The seats are soft, the sunlight isn't too harsh, and the President has a silky voice. These three factors are the perfect combination for an early-day snooze.
"Ngh," I mumbled as my awareness wavered between reality and dreams. My mind couldn't tell the difference. Huh, is that a walking MAX Coffee fountain? Hey, wait up! I want to drink you dry.
"And I hope that all students have a productive and focused school year," a loud voice echoed, and it shook me fully awake. What was that for? It's not polite to interrupt someone's slumber.
"Huh?" I murmured, taking a moment to reassess my surroundings. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary besides...
"*stare~*." The Student Council President looked at me, clearly frustrated with how I was acting. How could she even see me; I'm sitting in the back row? Why was I there? Well, lunch was right after these announcements, and I wanted to be able to quickly leave the auditorium. The cafeteria and school store always became crowded, making time a precious resource. Besides, I might run into more familiar faces if I took my time. And that was the last thing I needed today.
"*shuffle*" I straightened my posture and made eye contact with the President, hoping it would be enough to satisfy her. Why is she such a stickler with me for proper etiquette? A few rows ahead of me, Itabashi was sleeping, and Suginami was absorbed in one of his supernatural books. They're not upholding respect for the speech either, yet why am I the scapegoat?
"Thank you for listening, and I hope you all have an enjoyable year." The President, apparently satisfied, continued talking, which eventually brought her speech to a close. Finally, now I could leave, and... "However, now a short speech from our school's principal." What do you mean there's more?
Sometimes I wonder about the point of these speeches. It makes sense during transitions between schools or phases (middle to high school) but not internal years. What difference is there between being a second or third-year middle school student? Not much, right? That fact only makes these speeches look like an even bigger waste of time. We could be learning right now, or classes could end early, but no, everyone is instead held hostage, listening to people ramble on about empty platitudes. I just want to go back to sleep!
The Student Council President walked off the podium and took a seat by her associates, and in her place was a diminutive girl with long blonde hair styled in twin tails. From a glance, this woman could pass as a grade-schooler, but to the initiated, she was... "Thank you for that moving speech, President. I would like to keep my words brief since there's not much for me to add, but..."
Kazami Academy's principal, teaching prodigy, and my guardian. Whenever she spoke, I took great care to listen. If it wasn't for her, who knows how my life would have progressed? "Make every moment count in your springtime of youth!" And now she wanted me to become a riajuu.
*sigh* Why am I not surprised; I could never tell what Yoshino Sakura was thinking. And like so many other times, she blindsided me.
"How troublesome," I quietly sighed.
Endless Memory
"It's all over now," I muttered once Sakura-san dismissed the students. No longer did I have to suffer in the auditorium; freedom had finally come. Before anyone could talk to me, I ran to the school store and bought myself a sandwich. Oh, school food, how have I missed your convenience so. Sure, they're not necessarily healthy, but it didn't require the herculean effort of preparing a meal. Especially duck nabe (hotpot)... let's not think about that right now, Hachiman.
Now that the lunch issue was dealt with, I sought to find a quiet spot to eat. There were multiple options like the rooftop and library, but they each had glaring downsides. The former was frequented by popular groups, including the Setsugekka and co, while the latter had a chunni problem. Leaving only one choice, which was my personal favorite... the stairs!
Ok, maybe I should clarify my choice since it sounds too vague. While I dealt with the confession saga, I needed a place to clear my thoughts and escape the endless criticism; during one lunch break, I stumbled upon a secluded location beneath the campus connection bridge. It seemed too good to be true, a set of stairs overlooking the tennis courts and two benches under large trees. When the weather was nice, I could enjoy the sea breeze, or if it rained, I could rest under thick cover. Recognizing the spot's value, I immediately claimed it as my [Best Place] and have frequented it until today.
"You know, this year might not be too hectic, after all." I grinned to myself while eating and holding a can of my favorite drink. This, in particular, wasted some of my time as I forgot to bring one while initially leaving. I walked halfway down the street before realizing that fact. That was why I had to lock the front door this morning to leave no variables unaccounted for.
Ignoring that misstep, days like these made me feel glad that I was a loner, as the uninformed masses wouldn't understand my [Best Place's] strengths. They would complain about the lack of foot traffic or the wind, but not me. I revel in solitude! If only this moment would last forever...
Sadly like all good things, lunch would end, and I would return to the classroom, where only misfortune awaited me... That realization dampened my mood, but let's look on the bright side. I won't have to worry about my annoying sisters for the rest of the school day. That's worth a lot of points in my book! Why does that sound familiar?
Endless Memory
Interlude: After all, he was still her older brother
"Heh," from my classroom, I saw a single boy sitting alone with a wide smile. It usually would be difficult to pinpoint their identity from so far, but their behavior quickly gave it away. There was only one person I knew who valued solitude so much.
"*sigh* Why are you so weird, Nii-san?" I mused as I observed the male student and his happiness. He used to be outgoing until the incident, and now he's... Nii-san, for lack of a better term. Sometimes I wonder if he'll ever recover into the person he once was, or if this was always his true personality, just waiting to be revealed.
"Come on, Asakura-san, lunch just started." My classmate interrupted my thoughts. Well, I can worry about my idiotic brother later.
"Oh, I'll be there in a second," I explained before taking one look at the boy outside.
"Ah, privacy is bliss," he remarked while enjoying a can of his favorite drink...
[Flashback]
"Ugh, why do you like this stuff, Nii-san? It's too sweet."
"Tsk, tsk, Imouto-san (Translator's Note: Little sister), you still don't get it, huh?"
"Yeah, how could I? This MAX Coffee is loaded with sugar. There's nothing good about it."
"*sigh* I guess you're still too young to understand."
"Huh, what does that mean, Nii-san? I'm way more mature than you are!"
"Woah, slow down; there's no need to get all defensive. I was just trying to say that I have a specific reason for drinking MAX, aside from its incredible taste."
"Oh, what could that be?"
"I'll tell you only if you don't laugh at what I'm about to say."
"What could be so important, that..."
"I guess I could spare you the details if you're so uninterested in what onii-chan has to say."
"Ok, ok, I'll listen seriously, Nii-san. Tell me~."
"If you understand... Life's already bitter as it is, so why can't coffee be sweet?"
"You didn't steal that line from somewhere, right?"
"Nope, that's an onii-chan original. I've learned a thing or two over the years... especially since."
"*gulp*."
"I thought you didn't like it, so why did you finish the can?"
"You were pretty cool, onii-chan."
"Do my ears deceive me? If I wasn't mistaken, did you call me..."
"Nope, you're just not completely hopeless, Baka Nii-san."
[Flashback End]
I think I know what drink to have today. After all, coffee should at least be sweet, "You never fail to amaze me, Nii-san."
[Interlude End]
Endless Memory
Interlude: His Abscene Created Holes
"So it's just the five of us today."
"I guess so."
"It didn't feel as empty last year, but not now."
"I wonder why that could be?"
"The only difference between then and now was..."
"Hikki, he was in a different class before," I concluded as we all sat in awkward silence; it was the usual group: me, Anzu, Akane, Suginami, and Wataru, and that used to be enough. We would have our lively discussions on the roof and soon return to our classroom, but not today. Even the lively Wataru struggled to break this suffocating atmosphere. The source of this malaise was my childhood friend, Hikki, better known as Hikigaya Hachiman. He was an integral part of our group, some might say our unofficial leader. His electric personality pulled us all together and made every day an adventure. However, that all changed after last year.
"Six months have passed since the incident, huh?" Suginami quietly noted as he scanned through his book, his voice lacking its trademark flare. Now, where was I?
Our group was shocked to learn that Hikki wouldn't be in our class. However, he assured us not to worry with his classic charismatic grin, "So what if we're not in the same homeroom? It's not like I'll change without you all beside me. All we have to do is ride this year out and hope for better luck next time.". Oh, if we only knew what happened after that day... I took Hikki for granted at that point; he was just another fixture in my life, like the blooming sakura or the sea breeze. And now he was warped beyond recognition: his eyes lifeless and resembling a dead fish, and personality cynical to a fault.
"Maybe he'll shake off this phase, right?" Wataru hopefully asked.
"If only changing his personality was that simple," Anzu sighed with a resigned expression.
"Hachiman is pretty much a different person at this point. The boy we once knew is long gone," Akane explained, her face clouded over.
Why are we feeling so miserable over this outcome? Isn't our reaction a bit overdramatic? Sure, Hikki changed, but he's not dead or anything. Despite all the differences, his good parts are the same: he's rational, courteous (most of the time), and a kind soul; he was still helping his relatives with manual labor whenever I passed by his house, betraying his laziness.
So what if he isn't our expressive leader anymore? First and foremost, Hikigaya Hachiman was our friend, and we needed to treat him as such.
"I... I still want to believe in Hikki and reach out to him," I spoke up, my words barely cutting through the silence, "How many times has he helped us before? Whether it be with his time or his reputation by always taking the blame for one of Suginami's pranks, he looked out for us."
"Heh, that did happen a lot, huh?" Wataru nervously laughed.
"Where are you going with this, Tsukishima?" While Suginami sought a further explanation... Ok, here goes.
"I think it's time to repay the favor and accept him for who he is. That's what friends should do, right?" I explained.
"You're on to something, Koko."
"How could we have been so blind for so long."
"Now you've caught my interest, Tsukishima."
"Yeah, let's rekindle Hachiman's hope in friendship!" They all regained their vigor and showered me with praise.
"Don't thank me, Hikki deserves all the credit since he brought the group together," I added, a light blush growing on my face.
Just you wait, Hikki. We'll close the gap between us once and for all!
[Interlude End]
Endless Memory
"Ding, dong!"
"And with that, classes are now dismissed!" The homeroom teacher's announcement signaled the school day's end. Finally, the torture was over.
After my peaceful lunch, I suffered through a long session of lectures on my favorite subjects, math, and science. Those hours took a toll on me, as I was incapable of immediately walking out of the classroom, as my brain needed time to cool down. You could almost see steam leaking out of my ears.
What do you mean we're starting Algebra this year? Why are there letters in math; it's only supposed to have numbers? The building questions flooded my mind, but I suppressed them. I wasn't going to be receiving any answers soon.
"Hikki, you don't look so hot; are you sick?" Tsukishima loomed over my hunched form. What does she want from me; it's only the first day, so it couldn't be homework... I don't have any other reasons for her concern unless... It's the honey pot scheme!.. I'm sorry to break it to you, but I'm not that easy of a guy, Tsukishima.
"Can you leave me alone? I'm trying to recharge my brain cells." I explained, trying to stifle a groan.
"Are you doing anything later?" And she completely ignored me. How rude.
"Yes, my schedule is packed today. There's not a single opening," I lied as naturally as I breathed. My after-school routine was usually: I visit the book store or library, spend a few hours there, and then it's either food shopping or another chore before finally arriving home. Technically my statement to Tsukshima was truthful, but only for the first half. I easily could rearrange my plans to hang out with friends, but I chose not to. Since, you know, I don't have friends and am not interested in making any right now. The only people that can force me to alter my plans are my sisters when they act very stubbornly.
[Flashback]
"*sigh* Otouto-kun, I'm bored."
"How is that my problem? If anything, don't you have a meeting today? Go to that instead."
"No, Student Council was canceled today, so I have nothing to do."
"I'm just about to enjoy a quiet day after school, so leave me alone."
"We should go window shopping!"
"No."
"But Otouto-kun~."
"I don't care how much you whine; it won't change my opinion. Besides, doesn't your current behavior make you look bad? You're on the Student Council, after all. Also, we have a little sister, so just go with her."
"Who cares about that. And what's wrong if I just want to go out with my adorable little brother~."
"No means no."
"Hmm... What if I added tomatoes to tonight's dinner, moderately sized chunks that you couldn't pick around?"
"You wouldn't dare. It would upset your beloved little brother."
"That doesn't matter so long as I can spend more time with him while shopping."
"*sigh* Tch, fine, you win."
"Yay, I love you, Otouto-kun~."
"She's so persistent... Oi, stop clinging to me. What if people misunderstand our relationship?"
"I don't care~."
[Flashback End]
And that is why I walk home alone these days, to prevent situations where I was exploited; after making that change, my after-school schedule has rarely been altered. The rare outliers consisted of times when Student Council meetings were canceled, and I couldn't avoid running into her at the school gate.
However, Tsukishima shouldn't have that much tenacity, so my afternoon ambitions should be safe today. "Oh, ok, Hikki, maybe tomorrow, then," and look at that, I was right.
"Sure," I answered in a non-committal tone in preparation for the next assault. You learned to be proactive as a loner, so I sought to cover all my bases with my words. The trick with making plans was always giving vague answers, so the other party will not get their hopes up. I'm balancing on a very narrow tightrope with Tsukishima, and if I made one mistake, it could lead to numerous setbacks. Judging from my experience as a person with two sisters, I knew that women only needed the smallest excuse to dominate your free time. And I was keen on preserving my routine.
Once Tsukishima walked away, I rose out of my seat and stretched after spending so much time hunched over during the lectures. I take my physical health very seriously, you know~?... Never another bedside visit event ("Open wide, nii-san." "You don't need to be shy, Otouto-kun." ). I don't know how, but they raised my fever more than the cold itself did.
"Now, what to do?" I mulled to myself. After planning so much to maintain my freedom, I didn't know how to spend it. Sure, I could go with the usual option of reading somewhere, but that felt insufficient for today. What's a novel place to visit and start the new year? I wracked my brain for an answer.
Endless Memory
"Crash!" And my decision was the shoreline. It took some time to get here, but I made it to the road overlooking the sea surrounding Hatsunejima. Wow, the water's clearer than it is from Kazami Academy. I was currently sitting on a wall separating the beach from the road to gain a better view. Weirdly, I have never visited this place before, but you learn something new every day.
"Crash!" As the waves collided with the beach, my mind again felt at ease, and I could relax to my heart's content. There were no classmates, responsibilities, or expectations, just the water to wash away all your fears. You can't beat a quiet trip to the shore. It's therapeutic to the soul.
Endless Memory
After spending more than an hour watching the coastline, I decided to call it a day and start walking home. I wouldn't want anyone to get worried about my whereabouts and overreact... That was such a headache when all I was doing was buying a limited edition light novel.
As I rounded a corner where the road curved away from the water, my mind began to wander. Well, how should I pass the time now? Hmm... let's talk about some of my dislikes.
"*sigh*." School is too tiring; why does it have to be so long? I only could imagine how productive my life would be without it. Just think of all the light novels I could read with those hours to myself. The thought alone is enough to make me cry... Why does reality have to be so cruel?
"*groan* These bags are so heavy. I guess Father Time truly is undefeated." I noticed an older woman struggling to carry multiple grocery bags ahead of me.
"Huh, is that?" I note once I walked closer to her.
"Oh, Hachiman, what perfect timing. Could you help me with these?" The woman gestures to the numerous bags she is holding.
"Of course, Nemu-san," I reply without hesitation. Sure, I could walk away or avoid eye contact, but it's not worth it. After all, she's done so much for me before, so there's no point in being rude now.
If I were to describe Asakura Nemu, she would be the second maternal figure in my life. She's been around forever and not just in my memories. Her neck-length brown hair with faint streaks of gray has become one of life's natural fixtures, just like the warm sun or the refreshing sea breeze. I don't understand why, but she wears a golden bell around her neck. It was a cat collar, not a human fashion accessory, so why does she have it? Does she have any secret hobbies or something?
"Ouch! What was that for?" I winced. Nemu-san had pinched my side with a surprisingly strong force for someone her age.
"Tsk, tsk, Hachiman, you should never underestimate a woman's intuition." She replied with a knowing look.
"So this is what Junichi-san meant by an "Evil Nemu," it all makes sense now."
"What did Nii-san, I mean, Junichi tell you, Hachiman?" She asked. Apparently, Nemu-san and Junichi-san, my other parental figure who has looked after me, had a complicated relationship. It was an epic tale that spanned decades with many twists, turns, and Rom-com antics, but I'll save that for another day. After all, I would rather refrain from invoking Evil Nemu's wrath.
Long story short, Nemu and Junichi were (not) siblings, but things happened, and now they're an old married couple. They had a daughter and now two granddaughters and a grandson, who is yours truly. Their confusing history is why Nemu-san occasionally stumbles over her words when referring to her husband, Asakura Junichi.
"Not much," I answered.
"I see then, so how was school, Hachiman?" She changed topics as we walked down the sakura-ladened path. Here we go, the classic parent line. Time to see if all my practice paid off.
"Oh, just the usual, Nemu-san. Today was the first day, and my class had some interesting faces, but nothing too major." I replied. Even if I tried lying to her, it wouldn't work since she was highly perceptive. However, I have the perfect counter to her trait, ambiguity. It can cloud her judgment and have her back off from interrogating me. Sometimes my own genius floors me.
"What do you mean by interesting faces?" Nemu-san asked, her eyes narrowing at me.
"You know, Setsugekka, Itabashi, Suginami, those people," I explained, with a neutral expression, concealing my inner thoughts. It was so annoying that I had to be surrounded by my former associates. It's like someone was trying to force open the vault of my [Dark Memories].
"So you're in the same class as Koko-chan?" Nemu-san concluded. She has an unusual interest in Tsukishima, and I don't know why. She always asked if I saw the orange-haired girl when I returned from shopping. It's almost like Nemu-san is projecting her past with Junichi-san onto me. She must be hoping her grandson will also have a fairy-tale-like ending (which will never happen). I guess her advanced age must be playing mind tricks with her?
"*glare*~." T-thanks to her immense wisdom, Nemu-san could read people like books. And she has a solid reason for caring about Tsukishima, and I was an idiot to question her judgment. She once could tell that Junichi-san snacked before dinner without any evidence. If only my 108 Loner Skills were that sensitive, I could become the ultimate loner.
"If you understand where you went wrong, I'll forgive you." She clarified, disengaging her "Evil Nemu" mode.
"Of course, Nemu-san," I affirmed without any sass.
"With that out of the way, remember, Hachiman, watch for any girls. You do you know that..." She nagged. And here came the usual routine. If she only knew what happened earlier today, mainly reuniting with Tsukishima, but that's not necessary. I could finally sigh a breath of relief.
"*sigh*." Married women are scary, horrifying even, almost to the point where I questioned my ultimate dream of becoming a stay-at-home parent. Nemu-san currently worked minimal hours at the local clinic, but I could barely imagine her at peak performance. I'm amazed that Junichi-san could handle her after all those years.
And this is why I'm a loner; all these interpersonal relationships would end me. It's bad enough dealing with my sisters and guardian. I'm almost grateful for Orimoto rejecting me, with the keyword being almost.
"Did you hear what I said?" Nemu-san drew me from my thoughts.
"If girls are talking to me, there are probably ulterior motives. I know, Nemu-san, it's not like you told me this a hundred times." I groaned, cutting her short. We've been having the same conversation ever since she learned about the confession incident and its ensuing chaos. That was six months ago!
"Well, if you understand." She quieted down, and we continued walking in silence, admiring the pink landscape before us. Sure, it gets repetitive at some points, but Hatsunejima has its moments, and right now was one of them. The sea of sakura can calm a person's worries and temporarily fill them with bliss. Not even someone like me can criticize them for this property. Being snarky gets annoying sometimes, you know~?
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"Well, we finally arrived, Hachiman. Could you please-"
"Do you want everything in the refrigerator?" I reflexively asked. What, are you shocked that I'm helping? Unlike those greedy riajuu, I don't bite that hand that feeds me and am respectful to my elders. I know my magnanimity shows no end. You don't need to sing my praises... Ok, ego, that's enough stroking for one day.
"Huh, is that Hachi-chan?" Oh no, why can't this day of surprises just end already?
"Fukou da..." I miserably sighed.
Endless Memory
Interlude: Some things never changed
"Knock, knock!" As I was relaxing on the couch, reading the newspaper, I heard a knock at the door. How could it be at this hour? Nemu just went out shopping, and the younger ones are at school. Maybe it could be one of my friends?
"Knock, knock!" There's no point in stewing over potential outcomes. I rose from my seat and opened the door.
"Yahallo, Asakura-senpai!" And it was unsurprisingly someone I knew very well. You could even say we were childhood friends.
"Yahallo, what is that, a tribal greeting? More importantly, why are you here?" I questioned her strange saying and the unplanned visit. Sure, people used to show up here all the time, but that was years ago.
"What do you think of the boy, Senpai?" She asked.
"Huh, do you mean, Hachi?" I replied, confused that she wasn't looking for her beloved Nemu-senpai.
"Who else could I be talking about, Asakura-senpai?"
"You know, you don't need to call me by that name anymore. It's been a long time since we were students, almost a lifetime ago."
"Even after all this time, I like to think of Asakura-senpai as Asakura-senpai."
"*sigh* You're so troublesome, Miharu. Or should I say Dr. Amakase?" I teased.
"Don't say that, Senpai. You make me feel important or something. I'm still just a silly girl who loves bananas, and nothing more."
"So why are you here? Especially when Nemu is out? It can't just be about Hachi?"
"What, can I not be interested in your grandson? Nemu-senpai wouldn't criticize me like this, you know~?"
"Fine, fine, what is it, Miharu?"
"Doesn't Hachiman remind you of someone? Especially with that lazy attitude and sluggish expression. His "to work is to lose" saying sounds like..."
"You're going to say me back in middle school, right?"
"Exactly, but unlike you, Asakura-senpai, Hachiman doesn't have any friends, let alone the circle we had."
"*sigh* Tell me about it. Nemu won't stop nagging about how Hachi will grow up lonely and will end up in a honey pot scheme."
"Yeah, he is pretty standoffish. He only utters the bare minimum of a greeting before leaving when I see him. Wait, now's not the time to get sidetracked!"
"Geez, you're too loud, Miharu."
"Sorry, teehee~."
"You know that cute pose only works with young people, not an old lady like you. It just looks weird at this point."
"Mou (Geez)~, Senpai, you're too cruel... Now, where was I? Oh, be aware that I've been working on something recently. Hachiman might find my project, so be prepared for wacky hijinks to occur," Hold on, she has another project, and it's related to my grandson? This doesn't sound good, especially with what her company had worked on. I can't believe that 50 years have passed since her father created that Mecha-Miharu. Time flies, huh? These days robots are mainstream but look like lifeless husks compared to her. Regardless, 50 years ago, what a time that was.
"Interesting? What are you planning, Miharu?"
"Why would I give it away now? That would ruin all the fun. So Senpai, how about it, why don't we go to the ice cream parlor for old time's sake. I'm craving that banana split."
"*sigh* All right if you insist..." How troublesome, but not annoying. I guess it's true that you grow wiser beyond your years. If only that would apply to Hachi as well.
"So, where do you want me to put this?" And look what the proverbial Utamaru (Translator's Note: Utamaru was Yoshino Sakura's pet (cat?) in Da Capo, who the older cast is very familiar with.) dragged in.
[Interlude End]
Endless Memory
"How did things end up this way," I sighed at the current series of events; just when I thought my troubles had passed, Junichi-san had a visitor, and then the rest of my family arrived. Now we're eating nabe... It just has to be that specific meal. ("Quack, quack!" "Hurry, Ha-chan, you need to catch that duck!" "This is taking "organic food" a bit too literally!")
"So, Hachi-chan, how have you been?" The person currently pestering me was one of my family's friends. Apparently, she grew up with Nemu-san, Junichi-san, and Sakura-san, where they had numerous adventures. If you only knew about some of their past, it would all read like fiction. Like a magical cherry blossom tree, who would believe something like that? Wait, didn't I...
"Fine, Amakase-san," I replied without an ounce of enthusiasm. Amakase Miharu was like that battery mascot, as she was always bursting with energy. Sometimes I could hardly believe that she was an esteemed engineer and head of the Amakase Insitute, but looks can be deceiving. It's like how most people would assume I was a NEET (Translator's note: shut-in) just because I wasn't outgoing. What naive fools.
"You don't need to be so cold, Hachi-chan," she pouted at my dismissive words. Do you want to know why I act distantly? It's because you have the mannerisms of a little girl, but you're an old woman! Seeing you pout is giving me cognitive dissonance. Her slightly wrinkled face, and long orange hair with streaks of gray, gave Amakase-san a seasoned look, betraying her explosive personality. Hmm, she could fit the stern principal archetype if she tried... Probably better than Sakura-san.
"Hey, did you think something rude about me, Ha-chan?" And to my right was another pouting face, this time my guardian. Why does everyone have a bone to pick me today?
"Huh, I didn't say anything," I feigned ignorance.
"Hmm, you're probably hiding something."
"There's no point in forcing him to talk, Sakura-san. That's just how Nii-san is," came an exasperated sigh from across the table. What are you implying with that statement? I can be open if I want; I just choose not to.
"You used to be such a nice girl. One who looked up to her onii-chan. What happened, Yume?" I commented.
"T-that never happened, Nii-san!" She barked with faint color dusting her cheeks. This upset girl was my little sister, Asakura Yume. If you're wondering how we're related despite having different family names, that's a story for another time. More importantly, Yume was one of Kazami Academy's idols, with her having a considerate following. Yet the moment I want to join the fan club as her brother, they immediately deny me... What double standards. This is why youth is a lie...
Oh, where was I... Yes, Yume was popular since she maintained a composed attitude at school and had high grades. It didn't hurt that her looks were also immaculate, with her dark-brown hair tied into buns and teal eyes giving her an elusive aura... But I wouldn't let any roaches get near her, as it's my duty as an onii-chan to... Ok, I'll stop myself there. It's not like I have a sister complex or anything, unlike...
"Otouto-kun, stop being picky with your food and eat more vegetables." Why is she so fussy over me? It's not like I'm a baby anymore. I can make my own decisions.
"You know that as a third-year middle school student, I can..." I started to argue against her doting but was interrupted, "Mmph," as she shoved a piece of cabbage into my mouth. Oh, come on, I was so close to getting my point across.
"Was a sneak attack that necessary, Otome?" I grumbled once I finished chewing... Tch, the worst part was that the cabbage tasted good. My older sister truly is a great chef.
"Yes, since you haven't been listening to me lately, Otouto-kun," she lectured me as a parent did to an unruly child. This was my older sister, Asakura Otome, Kazami Academy's Student Council President. Like her sister, she had brown hair, but hers was longer and tied into a ponytail with a large pink ribbon... I know; it's quite the endangered look these days.
Whereas Yume radiated a graceful air, Otome felt warm and comforting, like the kotatsu on a winter day. She was also a genius and skilled with housework... Wait, does that make me our family's black sheep? No, this can't be. I have some redeeming qualities, right? Like, like...
"Am I worthless," my thoughts subtly leaked out. Now everyone will think I have an inferiority complex.
"Don't worry, Hachi, we can't all be prodigies," Junichi-san gave me an encouraging thumbs-up. I know you're trying to help, Junichi-san, but those words don't numb the pain... Well, it's not like my sisters have any Loner Skills, so take that!
"Otouto-kun, are you having another crisis of confidence?" And she can also read my mind. This isn't fair; Otome needs to be nerfed immediately; she's too strong.
"No," I huffed, looking away from her. Everyone at school constantly sang my older sister's praises, unknowing of her true nature. Only a small group knew about Otome's glaring flaw; she had a severe brother complex. And no, I'm not placing this up for comedic effect. One moment she's the perfect woman, and once she saw me, her facade came crumbling down. I didn't enjoy being suffocated with affection, so I sought to avoid her as much as possible (see my habits).
"Onee-san, just let nii-san be moody... Today must have been hard for him," Yume added. Hey, don't give that pitying look.
"Oh, I see." Nee-san, you don't need to agree with her! When my sisters joined forces, their teasing was nearly unstoppable. No matter what counterpoint I made, it would fall on deaf ears.
"How troublesome," I groaned. Sure, my home was hectic, and my family could be insufferable, but... it wasn't too bad, so I guess, like most things, the Asakura household had a silver lining. What it was, I had no idea.
"Nemu-senpai, he said the line! Hachi-chan really is Asakura-senpai's protege."
"Heh, that's my Ha-chan for you! He's like a time capsule for how onii-chan used to be."
"Sakura, I've spent more time with Hachiman than you did, so if anything. I'm the reason why he resembles a younger Nii-san."
"*sparking*~."
"Now, now, calm down, you two. The nabe doesn't have to get hurt."
"Why are they all fussing over nii-san? He's nothing special..."
"Yume, should I mention how you have a picture of..."
"You don't have to blab, onee-chan! He doesn't need to know!"
"Could this be the start of something special?" I mused, asking no one in particular. I wonder what this year held in store for me? I had a sneaking suspicion that it wouldn't pass as quietly as I expected. Maybe Nemu-san wasn't crazy after all, and the past is repeating itself...
And so, like a Da Capo, we return to the beginning.
Endless Memory
Author's Note: For any fans of Da Capo, you may have noticed some differences between this story and the source material. Just know that all these alterations were intentional as I wanted Endless Memory to serve as a love letter to the franchise and capture all its strengths, which includes the diverse cast... I may also be salty at how underutilized some characters were in the DC II anime,*cough, cough* Junichi. He was the former main character!... As to everyone else who isn't obsessed with a 20-year-old visual novel, what do you think of this Hachiman; did he come out okay or should I return to the drawing board? Please leave your thoughts about that and any other in a review or a PM, if you want. I've been Mayflower Productions, thank you for reading Endless Memory, and until next time... Peace.
Preview:
"I just can't believe Hikki!"
"What is it now, Koko?"
"You know I understood that last year was tough for him, but he's completely changed!"
"Oh, how so?"
"He used to be an active listener, but today I was ignored. Can you believe that?"
"Wow."
"And then don't get me started about his defeatist attitude. Sensei starts the math lecture and Hikki groans, "How troublesome" without any consideration for his surroundings."
"Did I hear something interesting, Nanaka?"
"Uh, Koko, I'll talk to you later, ok? Bye~."
"But Hikki-"
"So Nanaka what were you talking about?"
"It was nothing, Oba-chan (Translator's Note: grandmother, grandma), just some boy from school. Apparently, he's lazy and Koko knows him."
"Hmm?"
"What are you thinking about, Oba-chan?"
"Oh, I was just reminiscing about better days."
"Was it that Junichi guy again? How have you not moved on already?"
"Asakura-kun?"
"You even sound like a lovestruck maiden when you say his name."
"Sure I've lost but that doesn't mean it's over. I still have you Nanaka."
"Heh, heh, I wouldn't place all your faith in me… I've been in or loved someone before."
"Oh, don't worry, you will understand one day. In any case, what was that boy's name?"
"Oh, it was… Hikitani?"
"Why does that sound familiar?..."
"Next time on D.C. II: Endless Memory- Chapter 2: The Robot, the Idol, and The Loner."
"What is romance if it's affected oba-chan for so long?"
"Hikitani… How troublesome… Hikigaya Hachiman… *gasp* I still have a chance!"
"Achoo!"
"Achoo! Pollen is just the worst. Right, Hachi?"
"But Junichi-san, we don't have any allergies."
"So that means…"
"People were talking about us… How troublesome."
"Like father, like son, I suppose."
Chapter End
