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School Days: A New Life

Episode 1 – First Day Anxieties

"K-Kotonoha?" I said with a slight yelp. This had to be impossible; this had to be some kind of girl cosplaying as her. But those large eyes, her unnaturally long hair and all… it couldn't be…

"Ah!" Kotonoha squeaked. The slight flush that adorned her face was now slightly crimson and more noticeable. She took a step back away from me, her large violet eyes looking into mine but avoiding my stare from time to time.

"D-Do I know you?" She asked nervously.

"O-oh, um… No, I'm sorry for that. I'm new here and while at school I think I heard your name before from some people who were talking about you." As I responded to her soft question I was left there to think. After the episode at home and now seeing this girl who claims to be Kotonoha and after bumping into her… I began to come to the realization that I was in the universe of School Days.

But I knew I had messed up when I said her name wrong. I was in Japan, it was customary to respond to someone with their last name, as first names were only for those who were either friendly with them or family.

Looking at her cowering from me so scared like made me feel horrible even though I feel like I shouldn't have. I always asked people if I was intimidating; they'd say no, but then tell that: 'You just have that look about you.' I'm so sorry I was born with a blank face.

But I knew Katsura's history with boys' and men. She probably had a look of lewd looks thrown her way and would hear both boys and girls use indecent language to mock and belittle her. She was a wary girl throughout all of school, even with her boyfriend-to-be she was like a fragile flower, and he was an inpatient child wanting his new toy now.

"A-anyway, I'm sorry for that. I'm guessing we both ride the same train to school right? Sakakino Academy, right?" I said with a stammer just as nervous as her. The small nod I saw was the best acknowledgement I got from her. As I moved aside from the door I let her in first, "Well, um… ladies first."

I smiled as best I could. The smile of a lunatic who's brain was bouncing like an arcade pinball machine just waiting by the end to fall into the hole that was the lives of what was once just computer-generated characters, but now seemed to be in the flesh human people.

As Katsura passed by me she didn't make eye contact as I expected her not to. As she did I caught the scent of her perfume as if wafted through the air by my nostrils: a sort of sweet citrusy smell. One I found relaxing.

But even so I found my place in the train as other began to file in I began to wonder to myself: Where am I in the story? Is this the beginning of the story? With so many alternate timelines from so many different choices, and different sources I had no idea how things would occur.

Was I in the visual novel? The manga? The show? That crossover game… what was it again? Oh that's right; Cross Days about that kid with the glasses who tries to meddle in the story. Ah, just thinking about it I was giving myself an aneurysm.

But as I thought further I began thinking of the consequences of my actions if I were to somehow intervene in the story. I saw myself as someone who was of sound, moral character, but now I might as well be an alien on a morally corrupt planet filled with evil around every corner. One such great evil being as adultery.

My time thinking must've been that long as I finally heard the conductor over the speaker say our stop was up next and I felt the train begin to brake and as we stopped the doors flung open and people filed outside onto the platform. Everyone's mechanical steps pierced the air as everyone's voice tried to make to someone's ear.

Me and Kotonoha were heading in the same direction, but I was back some paces to give her space as my eyes stayed on the small of her back looking at the long taught of her deep, plum colored hair. I always wondered how some girls in these anime/manga were okay with wearing such short skirts.

After passing the platform we both made our way to the second platform needed to reach Sakakino itself. Watching Kotonoha work the ticket counter I would look over and peek at how she did it and eventually I did my best to not look like a fumbling moron and avoided complete embarrassment.

Waiting for the next train I couldn't help but chancing half-second peeks at the what was (At least in that point) the most beautiful heroine waiting there with her perfect posture for the train to come. As it finally rolled up I saw her eyes glued to her flip-phone; looking at that ancient tool made me feel old but I remembered given the time period of this universe they were all the rage.

As we entered the train I found a seat and surprisingly all by myself as I was still in proximity to Kotonoha to watch what she was doing as I saw her reading one of her probably many books she had; probably a romance novel of some kind.

But from the corner of my eye I spotted someone else watching her, wearing the smallest small I saw was almost like someone was punching me in the uvula. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. Ladies and gentlemen, our indecisive hero in the flesh himself; Makoto Itou.

This would be the guy responsible for all the chaos of this world; a guy with such a cesspool of contradicting emotions it took nearly all of my willpower and the clenching my teeth to not want to put my hands around his neck. This was the guy responsible for all the tortured souls and minds of multiple women, innocent and frail Kotonoha leading the pack in that regard.

While he may have not wielded any weapon that caused them to go violently insane, but it was with his incessant and seemingly never-ending cheating.

Activating my supernatural ability to blend in like a chameleon, I backed myself to the edge of the seat closest to where I could spy on Makoto without him suspecting me. I would know for certain where in the story I was if I saw this creep with elephant earphones if he took out his phone and snapped a picture of Kotonoha for that ridiculous wallpaper charm.

I found myself snickering at the thought; the process that people justified to themselves that by putting the wallpaper of someone they unknowingly took a picture of would somehow fall for them weeks later like some sappy love story was enough to bring one to tears. But now as I think to myself… I realized I was one of them.

As I stood in my seated perch I watched my prey like a hawk from the sidelines. But as I continued watching I finally saw him take out his phone and point it inconspicuously at the girl of his affections and snapped the photo. A small exclamation of excitement and also trepidation washed over me as I received my confirmation. Not a living soul noticed, except for me.

But what does that mean now? I know about his wallpaper before Sekai; does that mean he was now destined to fail and have his love be unrequited?

Now I knew what it felt like to be a side character in an anime who on the sidelines always in the background. This unsettling feeling washed over me again as these familiar events unfolded just without any of the ambient music and narration from certain characters. It was at that moment, my main mission smacked me in the face like a wrecking ball had slammed me straight into a brick wall.

Making sure these kids didn't end up in a bloodbath and making sure there was as little pain as possible on all sides without being like some ever-present cameraman who could shift things with little choices on a computer screen. My direct intervention was now inevitable, much to my own dismay. I would have no choice but to associate with these crazies in the making.

That meant having conversations, which at some point would be pushed into friendships, leading into unwanted relationships, and more than likely if not… to an untimely death for someone involved at the hands of someone on a vengeful, murderous rampage. The moment hit me as I could feel a cold chill run over my body which surprisingly enough more than anything calmed my former manic state.

After the train came to a stop and announced it had reached Sakakino every one began huddling out to the platform in one large flowing crowd. I had to act quickly, or I would lose sight of either of my targets. Finally as I followed behind my prey I noticed the very epicenter of all the troubles to come in front of me.

Sakakino Academy…

The front was decorated in time for the second semester to begin as a sign was out that welcomed new and returning students. And conveniently for me it had a schedule roster near the main courtyard which to my eternal luck Makoto also found himself at looking for his class. As I looked over the roster myself I looked for my own name.

Callahan, Trsytan – Class… 1-3.

Oh, no… then that would mean that I was in the same class as…

"E-excuse me." I approached my target from behind as I tapped the spiky-haired teen on his shoulder. He turned to me and quickly removed one of the earplugs. The sight of yet another large set of eyes that seemed to peer into my soul looked back at me with slight confusion in them.

"Hi, I'm still new here to the area, do you know the way to Class 1-3?" I asked in a rather lost tone.

"Oh yeah, um… hello." He replied trying, but failing to hide the surprise in his eyes at the sudden inquiry, "Actually I'm in Class 1-3 to."

"The name's Callahan, Trystan; I'm a new transfer here from America . Pleased to meet you." I said as I put my hand out for him to shake but Makoto stared my offered appendage in confusion until he eventually reciprocated and we shook hands.

Forgetting in the moment that handshakes were not the most frequently used method of greeting people I felt my eyes widen as I bowed slightly and apologized, "Oh sorry for that. I'm new to all of this; culture and all."

"Haha, it's not a problem. You really only see that get played up in movies. But since we're in the same class I can show you around while we head there." Makoto offered and nodding along we both headed into the Academy.

"You know I had heard something about us getting a new transfer student, but I didn't think it would be a foreigner of all people. It's not something you see every day. So who do you live with?" Makoto inquired, I guess tired of the pregnant silence between us.

"Oh, I live with my Mom in an apartment close to one of the train stations. She's an office worker, she was transferred here from America and since it was much better pay she took the job." As I lie through my teeth not knowing if anything I was saying was true or not.

"Oh, is that so? I live with my Mom too. But she works long hours as a nurse and I have a little sister too, but we see each other only a little during the year." Makoto revealed some of his own past that I already knew about. Oh Makoto… if only you knew half the things I know about this universe…

As we walked to class the atmosphere between the two if us eased up as ours jaws left off question after question and in return we got reply after reply. As we would talk however he'd try and sneak peeks at his phone but whenever I turned around fully it would be hidden by his side. Guess he didn't want me potentially seeing his wallpaper.

After making it inside, we found our lockers and to my surprise we were locker neighbors. On his advice he told me what I should keep in my pack and what to stow away for later. Which mostly contained our P.E. clothes, lunch and school shoes.

When I asked him about classes he informed me that most teachers rotate classrooms meaning that students mostly stuck to the same room all day until school was let out. Which was much different from your typical American schooling schedule. You ask me… it should be a universal policy. I already had enough exercise walking that death trap of a tight space I called my former high school.

"I guess for now you can sit up there." Makoto pointed up near the top row of seats specifically near the left most side of the room with the window. I didn't even know those were seats. But as I see other students file in I see others doing the same, so there's my justification.

As Makoto took his own seat he was once again distracted by his phone, I knew why of course. I merely nodded and headed for the seat little did he knew said seat I was to take overlooked his own, but I didn't need to tell him that. You may also wonder why I wouldn't just ask to sit next to him? Well…

"Makoto!"

And speak of the devil and they shall appear… or in this case think of them. Even from this far side of the room I could feel the piercing eyes that could cause anyone's legs to buckle under and hit their shin against the desk which I did to my embarrassment. Nursing my leg's funny bone I looked to see the owner of said voice seemed to then happily skip up and placed her things next to Makoto's seat.

I was about to introduce myself until she looked up and noticed me, "Hey, I don't remember you from last semester…"

"Didn't you forget? Before break the homeroom teacher said that a new transfer was coming in next semester? This is him; his name's Callahan Trystan. He's from the United States. Callahan, meet…"

In that moment I was now face to face with the last part of the main School Days love triangle and one of the franchises manty heroines in it. If you refrain from blaming everything onto Makoto then this girl could get just as much of that blame. As one of Makoto's closest friend, the brunette hid deep, emotional feelings she'd been bottling up for so long without the courage to confess them.

The poor girl even went so far as to uncharacteristically discovered his crush and not only that helped the two become an item. Doing so only brought on the bouts of depression she already suffered from. Then she'd put on this brave act for her friends and everyone around her, in the process she'd seduce Makoto into the libido driven, friends with benefits relationship he'd have behind his girlfriend's back. Typical high school drama, minus the blood.

"Saionji Seka, she's a close friend of mine."

In that moment of introduction, I did my best to control myself acted as the gentleman my real father had taught me and with the proper etiquette this time. Getting up from my seat and getting level with her, I made a bow in her direction. Even though I knew some students would look I didn't care.

"It's an honor and I'm so glad to meet you Saionji-san. I'll be in your care." I said as I looked into her dark blue irises which I have to admit as I looked at this girl in the flesh, I do have to admit she does look rather beautiful.

I know for some that Katsura and the other girls and older women of the series were the more fanservice-y types, but even a girl like Sekai had her charms. Despite her self-esteem issues with her chest, or lack thereof as she saw it.

I then saw Sekai elbow her friend as she looked at him with a teasing smirk, "You know Makoto, you could learn a lot from this guy on how to talk to a girl properly."

"Well, it's too bad I don't any." He grinned back.

As I watched their head punching, friendly bickering, and overall chemistry, I could just see their overall compatibility with each other from my third-party perspective. Despite their petty playfighting they cared about each other, how this guy hadn't just fallen for her already? I'll never know.

Actually, scratch that I do know… he loved with his eyes of course. Of course, like I said before Sekai could just as easily compete with any of the girls here in this school. I smiled and shook my head, these blissful kids having no idea what to look for in someone they love; not that I was one to talk having never had a partner of my own.

But as time passed and the bell rang for homeroom, we all saw a man enter who looked to be a teacher. An older-looking man made his way to the desk in the center putting his briefcase down on it and writing on the board. Everyone wen to take their seats along with me. I continued to pray that I wouldn't have to make some kind of formal introduction. I hated talking to small groups let alone a whole classroom.

"Oh, it seems that we have a new student with us this semester. Please young man, come down and introduce yourself to the class." The teacher asked, cursing my fate I did as I was told and headed down for the center desk.

Looking back at the rather large class block my old anxiety picked up; and the whole 'imagine them in their underwear' tactic would not be effective with half the class being girls. Feeling all of their eyes on me would almost be enough to do me in, but I held my ground.

"H-hello. My name Callahan Trystan. I'm from the United States of America; the state of Georgia to be exact." I gave out the most basic introduction I could. But even so the chatter knowing they had a foreign transfer student didn't stop the whispering a heard going on.

Having had sensitive ears since growing up I could actually pick out some conversation when I tried, so color me surprised when I heard from a small group of girls when one of them said that I was cute. Me cute? Hearing that I blushed slightly, but did my best to control it.

The teacher seemingly noticing my social distress asked with a smile, "So tell us Mr. Callahan, do you have any hobbies or interests you'd like to share?"

Grateful for the rescue I repaid it in kind as the other students quieted down so they could listen to me, "Eh… I guess I would have to say reading and photography. Although I do like writing poetry as well."

That last confession seemed to get some of the girls' attention. In hindsight I don't know why I revealed I like something some would see as more girlish but considering some of the leading poets of the day were men… I don't think it was bad to reveal it.

"I used to have my own camera, but unfortunately I had an accident with mine and it was broken and couldn't be fixed." I half-lied; I did indeed have a camera, but in real life anyway it wasn't broken and I'm sure right now we didn't own one.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Perhaps you could the photography club and rekindle your hobby again. Now if you'd please take your seat." The teacher said with a slight bit of sincerity.

I did so and for the next hour or so the usual dredge of school notetaking; yet another universal education policy continued on as all of us listened to the teacher and did our best to keep up with his instruction.

As I sat there however I began thinking to myself… First things first who would I lead Makoto towards anyway? Would doing something like that even be easy as it sounds? Even now, I know Katsura has a crush on Makoto, an undying affection that in the end she would kill in her twisted sense to protect that love. Even when she went mad she only took it out on the girl or herself; never her cheater of a boyfriend.

I know for a fact both of the main heroines like him as well some of the other sub-heroines (and a certain hero/"heroine", but we don't talk about that).

But I know for a fact that Sekai can and will blame him and take out her retribution on him in more ways than one. If the way events is going then this will be the beginning of her assisting him in his pursuit of Kotonoha. In that case…

But while I was brainstorming, I thought could hear something shift from time to time. Looking over my desk I looked down to see it was Makoto and Sekai exchanging notes from their books. Seeing this only confirms that she spotted his wallpaper on his phone and is teasing him about it.

If going by both the show and VN, then all of this happens on the first day of school of the second semester but given my presence in this universe and now my association with these two things have already changed in some capacity. Then crap, that would mean that the lunch between the three of them starts today right or is that tomorrow? Aah, I can't think straight…

"So soon!?" Sekai's surprised voice bellows out as she stands from her desk.

"Is there a problem?" The teacher asked slightly upset.

"Eh, no sorry." Sekai immediately sat down in her seat as she looked down in shame.

Then I guess that would be her reaction to finding out that he only had his wallpaper up for a few hours before she had spotted it. Knowing this she would start to play the role of a cupid. I know had a strong inclination to keep him away from Katsura, and that for the best it would be better if Saionji and him were together seeing as she was the only one who seemed to have any control over him and his behavior.

But for now, I have choice but to let the story unfurl before I make any hasty actions that I would regret from interfering so early on. So perhaps a good compromise would be to see if I could join them for lunch on the roof and see events transpire as they do and join in as a fourth wheel.

Before I knew it just like back in my old school the bell rung, and the room burst to life as students finally got up from their seats as the teacher left the room. Some students began leaving to which I was slightly confused.

"Eh, what's going on?" I asked slightly confused.

"We get a ten-minute break between classes." Makoto replied with a more cheerful tone.

"I see," I stood up. "Well then I'm going to the bathroom and hopefully learn more about this place in the process. Try not to flirt too hard while I'm gone!"

Before I could hear their responses, I'm already out the door, but I'm sure their faces were bright red. Heading into the hall I follow down it as I try to spot any bathroom signs pointing me in the right direction.

But seeing a lack of pretty much anything, I get more nervous and fidgety as I feel a slight waterfall begin to form down there. As the five-minute mark passed by, I started to really panic as the onslaught in my bowels continued with no bathroom in sight. Relenting I decided I had no choice, but to ask for directions.

That was when I saw a group of girls chatting an decided to go for broke, "Excuse me!" I called out to them. I found it quite amusing despite my uncomfortable position in how they all tuned in mechanical unison to my voice. And looking at them I now recognized this group of girls as being from the show and VN. But in the moment, I couldn't remember their names for the life of me.

"Sorry for that, but could any of you tell me where the bathroom is at? I'm kind of new here to the school." I asked ignoring the growing pain in my groin.

The ponytailed brunette locked her eyes with mine while the others just giggled likely as they saw my twitching legs.

"You've got an interesting accent," she said. Seeming to ignore my question altogether, "Are you from another country?"

"Yes, I'm from the U.S. and my name is Callahan, but bathroom? Please?" I was beginning to beg at this point.

For a split second I thought my wish was going to be granted, but that was dashed as one of the other pointy-haired friends popped in with another question, "What year are you in?" Said the girl with a yellow headband.

What's with them? If they started playing twenty questions I wouldn't only be unable to use the bathroom, but I'd run out of time to get back to class on time!

"Class 1-3/ There you happy now!? Want anything else? My phone number, credit card, shoe size!" I grumbled angrily. While I was known for being a rather calm and nice person, I could have a temper if something or someone got on my nerves.

"Sorry, sorry." Headband girl said with a dismissive laugh. "Otome here likes foreign guys and we wanted to know. Bathrooms down the hall on the first right."

"Thank you!" I replied as I ran inthat direction holding in my pee with all of my willpower now.

Great now while I'm trying desperately to hold in my bladder; I lose my cool and blush as well. As I run with my bent knees, I can hear the echoing cries of embarrassment from the pony-tailed giel. As I run however I think back as I now recall the identity of said girl, Otome Katou.

One of the mant sub-heroines of the Days franchise, Otome if I remember had been a friend of Makoto's since junior high and therefore had known Makoto for longer, but it seemed that they had grown apart. But even so she was also one of the girl's with a burning heart to be in Makoto's warm embrace.

But she received much less attention then the others I feel given well… her being made a sub-heroine made her slightly forgettable if not for the one thing she's remembered for: abusing and bullying Katsura.

Huh, she likes foreign guys? I don't ever remember hearing that about her being said, but as I said before she wasn't a very explored character much like the other girls. At best, the other girls were just teasing her.

I finally spotted wht I had been looking for all this time… aah, you beautiful porcelain throne how I've missed you. Finally finding relief I lock the door to the stall and begin relieving myself. I breathed the hugest sigh of relief I'd ever had in my life in that moment.

As I finished and exited the stall I looked over to the sinks and saw a sight of a short figure with red hair. If not for this being a boy's bathroom I would most definitely mistake him for a girl. Those particularly large round spectacled which dwarfed my own were the one and only mark I needed to know the identity of this person. In that moment I knew he might be the one piece I need to help me in this dangerous angsty teenage drama, and now I needed to point him in the right direction with me guidance.

AN#1 – Well here's the first official episode of my School Days remake, First Day Anxieties, as Trystan finds himself face to face with the main cast of this story and now with his new association he begins plotting to change things he hopes will be for the better.

Will he succeed or fail? Stay tuned!

AN#2 – I hope you guys are enjoying this rewrite! 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! :)