Disclaimer: I don't own School Days or its respective content and creators. I only own my OC.

Author's Note: So this is the remake of the first chapter of my School Days story. When I first started this story, I only had a limited knowledge of this series from the anime and snippets of the games. But now that I have the game myself and with the help of watching some walkthroughs on YouTube, I hope I'm more prepared for this story.

Hope you'll join me on this renewed story.

School Days: A New Life

Prologue – Waking In a New World

I was once just like you.

Probably… I can't remember anymore.

At least… I hope I was.

My name's not one you'll probably ever remember; the name Trystan Callahan was the name given to me in this new world I stumbled into to. My old one… I've practically forgotten it, I shouldn't have.

You see I don't belong in the world I'm in right now. I don't want to believe it's true, I tell myself that every day, but every time I wake up… reality kicks in and knocks out my ignorance.

In a way you could call me as some would label a "nerd", and in all honesty it's a label I don't disagree with. I know all to well that I consume way too much video games, barely socialize as is and watch a large share of Japanese anime and TV shows.

Now the label of an "otaku" is one I would object to wholeheartedly. You'll never see me with some grand collection of dolls, figures or posters doting every inch of my wall or shelves. The only thing about me that would give off that feeling is the pair of rectangular spectacles that adorn my face.

But enough about that, I wouldn't want to bore you with anymore minute details about my life unless necessary, and to get on the main topic I must explain the night I found myself in this… new world.

And so there I was on my computer after my final day of school for the week; my blue computer screen showing me the ever-tangled web of plots and storylines to the most recent show I had been re-watching and now playing for myself for the first time. It was School Days.

I had long since been on a retro-craze and I remembered seeing a few YouTubers review this show mostly for how they saw the show as a steaming pile of trash, but I don't let opinions influence me that much.

So after re-diving into the franchise after years had gone by I re-watched and even read the accompanying manga that had come with it as well as it's sequel, Shiny Days along with its cross-over, Cross Days.

All of these games followed the ame formula of a young man either be pinned for by girls or trying to get a certain girl's attention. Both of them innocent enough at the start, trying to woo the girl of their dreams with the help of their ever-faithful female friend usually. And while he seems to succeed, said assisting friend now begins to feel more than just friendly with said male friend.

Eventually our hero's path becomes muddled as drama and jealousy take over. One slowly becomes a jackass, and a sex fiend never caring for the consequences of his actions and as such both of the love interests turn insane and slowly go down the rabbit hole of violence.

The other while still well-intentioned begins a chain of events of his own making that changes not only his life but those around him as well. From having to juggle his normal life; he lives a double life thinking he can expose a cheater, but as he goes down his own rabbit hole things can… become either crazy, romantic, or like in the case of before down right bloody.

This story has become a cult classic among it's fan base. The ability to make small and sometimes big choices that can affect the story in tons of ways was interactive in some ways. Sometimes things had a happy ending with the love interest, or a painful end awaited either of them. Or sometimes neither.

But even so despite my best attempts to not let the first guy become an uncaring nymphomaniac, sometimes I would fail and that's exactly one of the paths you can find him on.

I should also preface this by saying that I had little in the way of romantic experience; outside of say old friends who were girls would later confess to me that they did in fact have a crush on me but wouldn't act on it thinking I would reject them.

All that to say, I understand these guy's positions. Having a bunch of pretty girls grabbing for you sounds like a dream come true, but it makes one wonder if they realize the nightmare they're about to enter. I hated breaking a girl's heart, even a virtual girl's heart, but I guess that just makes me an over-sensitive wuss.

(? - ?)

Now back to the strange world I found myself in.

Now I had a very vivid memory of having drifted off at one point in my papasan chair, but right now I'm finding myself awaking in a bed I know for a fact I never entered.

As my sight returns to me I then began to study the room and notice that this looked nothing like my original room. The bluish white walls; the next thing was that my bed was tidy with even my blankets tucked into the mattress. My bed was never that tidy.

"Am I in some nightmare?" I said to myself as I reached around "my room." I then spotted a cube-shaped alarm clock on my side table. It's incessant alarm finally getting to me as I slammed by fingers down on the snooze button.

As I threw the covers off my body I sat up and hung my legs off the side of the bed as I dropped off I felt my feet fall almost perfectly into a pair of slippers just as I was rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

Finally clearing some of the gunk from my eyes, I then noticed my glasses on my desk and as I put them on I could finally see the world around me more clearly.

As my gaze shifted to every corner of my new abode I could tell almost immediately aside from color that this place was not my room. Number one: Was the lack of a bookshelf that hused many of my books instead I had no such thing except what seemed to be a large closet.

But just as I was going to continue the nitpicking of my new home I heard what was a female voice yell out, "Trystan! Hurry up or you'll be late for your first day of school!"

Acting nearly on instinct, at first I nearly fell back into my bed from how loud the voice through the paper thin walls, but instead the back of my head was greeted by the headboard.

I was never one to miss school even when I was sick and should've stayed home unless it was an absolute emergency or a family member was sick. But then the voice of my what appeared to be my mother made me think…

The last time she was hurrying me out the door was during my last year of high school and since I never told her about my upcoming college schedule she couldn't possibly know when I had to get up for classes. Usually by now I log since learned how to wake up on my own more so before she was even up herself.

But as I thought on it for a moment. While my mother was known to be loud when calling for me; this version was much more… shriller where as my real mother was much deeper.

I then turned to the large closet door from before and as opened it I realized then as I checked my pajamas that I was in fact wearing a matching pajama set which was something I had never worn before in my life.

Perusing my closet I found much more simpler outfits from shorts, shirts, jeans and your usual t-shirts and polos as well as dress shirts? I looked further in and found a few blazers as well as a red tie to go with it.

Was this a uniform? But those were mostly used in places… like Japan. Was I in Japan? I returned to my thought from before that I was still somehow vividly dreaming but then I also just remembered my encounter with the headboard and the pain I could still feel from it.

Deciding instead to venture out of my room, I opened the door and saw a lack of stairs leading to… anywhere really. As I slowly walked down the hall I could hear the sounds of cooking as sizzling sounds from a pan could be heard echoing. Did we live in a two story now or was this some type of bungalow?

As I looked into the kitchen I saw a woman with a slim figure with slender arms; with a head of dark, black hair working over an oven.

"M-Mom?" I called to the woman, knocking on the doorway.

The woman turned, looking away from her cooking to look at me and I couldn't help but almost jump back as this person looked like the spitting image of my mom, but take away about 20 years and less gray hairs.

She rolled her eyes as she turned back to her work and hummed a tune to herself as she replied, "Very funny son. Now go get your uniform on; I'll have breakfast done in a moment. You wouldn't want to make a bad impression of our home country, do you?"

I could still only stand in place in utter confusion and shock at the revelations just thrust upon me. Home country? I don't remember moving, much less going far from home.

As I walked back to my room as she had told me, I looked at a small table with some picture frames and to my shock and awe one in particular had a picture of me when I was younger. Same hair, same glasses… it was me.

Finally arriving back in "my" room, I did as I was told and having slightly come to terms with what was going on around me I got ready for my "first" day of school. Putting on an official school uniform after all the years of informal dress code in American school was so… well foreign to me.

Finally I finished by putting on the blazer from before and as I looked at myself in the mirror I had to confess that it did look somewhat snazzy. Nothing like the usual unifroms which consisted of polo shirts and dark pants. Honestly this felt more like something a guy from an anime would… Wait a minute?

Didn't my mom say something about… representing my country or something like that?

I looked over to a computer desk that I figured out I had and plucked one of the books from a small shelf underneath and began flipping through pages. And lo and behold it was all filled with characters for the alphabet in the Japanese language.

What was so weird was… I could read it so clearly. I mean I had taken lessons before on learning Japanese but I was never this good. (I was only on intermediate conversations but who's counting.)

As I looked at my clock I saw that me dressing myself took a good ten minutes as was my usual record for getting ready in the morning. As I contemplated going through my bedroom door I asked myself why I would continue on.

Curiosity? Stupidity? Was I on some kind of high? But my thoughts ended as I spotted a backpack near the foot of my bed and to my horror with many bulges seeping through I knew only more textbooks awaited me in that bag.

The sounds from the kitchen had gone mute as I looked around and saw my mother was no longer there. But on the table was a plate of food with a mote sitting next to it.

It read, "Sorry had to run, work called me in and I had to cover for someone. Eat up before you go. I love you, have a great first day! Lunch is near the front door."

And at the end of it was a little heart. For some reason I smiled and put the note in my back pocket and unwrapped the plate. Eggs, hashbrowns and sausages… I dug in and quickly went to town on the breakfast plate.

Feeling full came quickly as I got up slowly and headed for the front door. I saw a blue container with a lid, just as I picked up the container I looked underneath and saw what looked like a brochure of some kind.

With another note this one said, "Just in case you forget which train to take and where your new school is; I know you have trouble remembering these things. This time for real, love you!"

Well that answers my concern on that front. But now with little time to spare I head out the front door and finally the answer to my other question appeared before me as I looked out to see the sun in face but to see I was high up.

We lived in an apartment building on what appeared to be one of the middle-levels. Oh, I hope this place has an elevator…

Wait a minute, what was that school again? I pulled out the brochure and looked in it and saw a circled place in the corner, reading the paper I made out, "Sakakino Academy."

I said nothing as I made my way to the train station. The sky was clear of any clouds as the only thing in the sky was the bright sun as it beat down on everyone out and about. While I was used to life in a city for some reason all of this felt bigger than me; as I came upon the station I found my particular platform I needed to reach that had the train that would take me to my destination.

Finally as the train was about to pull into the station, I unfortunately bumped into someone, and this scrap was just enough to knock my glasses off my face spring and hit the cement.

I groaned and looked for them as I got on my knees searching for them all the while I rubbed my eyes as the strain of trying to see prodded at me incessantly.

Just as I got my hands on my spectacles, I unfortunately found myself this time strolling right into another person this time and only this time we both went down with my glasses once again being a victim in my own idiocy.

"S-sorry for that… I should've been paying attention… Oh… where are they?" I said as I apologized over and over.

"Wait." The soft, tender voice responded it's softness almost like the finger strokes of a brush on a canvass.

However this time I was handed my glasses to me and as I put them on I was greeted by a sight in that moment that I would never forget. For how could I forget such a beauty that was like her:

Someone so soft, gentle, kind and caring… I had stumbled right into of all people, Kotonoha Katsura.

AN#1 – Well here it is… the prologue to my remake of my School Days story, "A New Life". I hope you'll re-join me on this journey as Trystan has to navigate the web of tumultuous friendships and relationships and hopefully come out in one piece or perhaps find something…

More fulfilling.

AN#2 – I'm happy to finally be doing this. Now with some real source material behind this story and some inspiration from other School Days fanfics I hope this story can do a lot better than my previous iteration.

I'll be deleting the other older chapters after you've seen this one be uploaded so don't be alarmed if you just see one chapter.

There will be plenty more content to come!

AN#3 – Remember I wouldn't be here without you guys! Remember to Favorite, Follow and Review! :)