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| *[[Shizune Hakamichi]] | | *[[Shizune Hakamichi]] |
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| Just around the corner of the hallway something hits me in the chest with the force of a runaway train.
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| [[Hisao Nakai|Hisao]]
| | NARRATOR: "Just around the corner of the hallway something hits me in the chest with the force of a runaway train." |
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| Opening my eyes, I see a pair of saucer-like green eyes looking up at me.
| | HISAO: "Ouch..." |
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| They belong to the perpetrator, a short girl who bumped into me and has now fallen down onto the hallway floor. | | NARRATOR: "Opening my eyes, I see a pair of saucer-like green eyes looking up at me. They belong to the perpetrator, a short girl who bumped into me and has now fallen down onto the hallway floor. She wears a PE uniform and a very worried frown. The former strikes me as a rather strange thing to have on during a lunch break. ...More striking than that, though, is that she doesn't have legs. Or she does, but they are not flesh and bone. Her pale and very much flesh-and-bone thighs end in shins and feet made of some black metallic or plastic-like material. They look disturbingly artificial and unnatural. It almost makes me forget that my chest is hurting. The girl winces a little, rubs her nose and jumps up." |
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| She wears a PE uniform and a very worried frown. The former strikes me as a rather strange thing to have on during a lunch break.
| | EMI: "Aw man... Hey, are you all right? I'm sorry about that, really! I wasn't looking where I was going, and you just came out of nowhere. Sorry... Sorry!" |
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| ...More striking than that, though, is that she doesn't have legs. | | NARRATOR: "She's looking really apologetic, in the hurt puppy way of looking apologetic. I quickly forget about being angry or anything, since hurt puppies are my weak spot." |
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| Or she does, but they are not flesh and bone. Her pale and very much flesh-and-bone thighs end in shins and feet made of some black metallic or plastic-like material.
| | HISAO: "It's okay. Don't worry about it... ouch..." |
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| They look disturbingly artificial and unnatural. It almost makes me forget that my chest is hurting.
| | NARRATOR: "I say that, but there's a stinging pain growing in my chest, and I know that this is about the biggest possible danger for my condition. Don't overexert yourself, don't forget your medication and most of all, don't get hit in the chest. I try to rub my solar plexus to chase the pain away, holding my breath in an attempt to hear my heartbeat. It seems normal..." |
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| The girl winces a little, rubs her nose and jumps up.
| | EMI: "Hey, should I get a nurse?" |
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| | NARRATOR: "The worried, high-pitched voice of the girl snaps me out of it. I stare at her for a few seconds dumbfounded, until I realize that I probably looked worse off than I really was, doubled over myself and looking all tense. Damn, I'm overly worried about my heart." |
| "Aw man... Hey, are you all right? I'm sorry about that, really!"
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| | HISAO: "Err... no need, I'm fine." |
| "I wasn't looking where I was going, and you just came out of nowhere. Sorry... Sorry!" | |
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| She's looking really apologetic, in the hurt puppy way of looking apologetic. | | NARRATOR: "Managing to say something in response, I pull myself upright, feeling my sore ribs one last time, and take a deep breath. She just knocked the wind out of me. Big time. But it's nothing more than that." |
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| I quickly forget about being angry or anything, since hurt puppies are my weak spot. | | EMI: "You sure you're okay? I hit you pretty hard." |
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| | HISAO: "It's okay. I said I was fine, and nothing's broken. No harm done." |
| "It's okay. Don't worry about it... ouch..." | |
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| I say that, but there's a stinging pain growing in my chest, and I know that this is about the biggest possible danger for my condition.
| | EMI: "That's good! I was—" |
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| Don't overexert yourself, don't forget your medication and most of all, don't get hit in the chest.
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| I try to rub my solar plexus to chase the pain away, holding my breath in an attempt to hear my heartbeat.
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| It seems normal...
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| Twintails girl
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| "Hey, should I get a nurse?" | |
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| The worried, high-pitched voice of the girl snaps me out of it.
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| I stare at her for a few seconds dumbfounded, until I realize that I probably looked worse off than I really was, doubled over myself and looking all tense.
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| Damn, I'm overly worried about my heart.
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| Hisao
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| "Err... no need, I'm fine."
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| Meaning to say something in response, I pull myself upright, feeling my sore ribs one last time, and take a deep breath.
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| She just knocked the wind out of me. Big time. But it's nothing more than that.
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| Twintails girl
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| "You sure you're okay? I hit you pretty hard."
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| Hisao
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| "It's okay. I said I was fine, and nothing's broken. No harm done." | |
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| Twintails girl
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| "That's good! I was--"
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| I feel a hand on my shoulder at the same time the girl's eyes widen in horror and whatever she was saying gets interrupted by a very horrified--
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| Twintails girl
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| "Eep!"
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| I don't have time to look behind me because [[Shizune Hakamichi|Shizune]] is already shoving me aside and stomping over to the girl, signing furiously at her.
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| [[Shiina Mikado|Misha]]
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| "Miss [[Emi Ibarazaki|Ibarazaki]], I saw that. Running in the halls is strictly forbidden."
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| Misha translates, right on Shizune's tail, but her voice is girlishly playful, not full of the divine fury Shizune's arm movements would seem to call for.
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| Twintails girl
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| "Er, sorry, I was just going to get some stuff, and I was kind of in a hurry."
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| Shizune
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| "..."
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| Misha
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| "You've been told this a thousand times before. Your reckless behavior endangers other students, and even worse, it's explicitly against the school regulations."
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| The girl blushes and starts to fidget nervously like a little child caught misbehaving.
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| It's so cute I find myself smiling.
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| Twintails girl
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| "I know that! I-- I, um, I was just..."
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| Shizune
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| "..."
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| Misha
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| "Make sure that this will not happen again... although I'm sure telling you this is futile, and only causes me further headache when you choose to ignore the regulations."
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| Misha
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| "Got that, Emi?"
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| The small girl sticks her tongue out in response.
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| Emi
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| "Aaah!"
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| Emi
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| "I gotta go!"
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| Emi
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| "Teacher'll have my head! I promised to help with printouts, but I went running instead! Sorry, but I've gotta change and everything!"
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| Before Misha or Shizune or I can say anything, she's already bolted from where she was a second ago, almost halfway towards the stairwell.
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| Shizune looks like she's about to go nuclear on the spot, so I smile at her in a vain attempt to calm her down.
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| Shizune
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| "..."
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| Misha
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| "Are you okay, Hicchan? That Ibarazaki girl is always like that, causing trouble to others."
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| Hisao
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| "You know, I'm pretty certain Shizune wouldn't call me 'Hicchan.'"
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| Misha
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| "Never mind, never mind!"
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| Hisao
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| "Yeah, anyway, I'm okay. Just got the wind knocked out of me."
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| Shizune
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| "..."
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| Misha
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| "That's great, Hicchan!"
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| I wouldn't call that great, but I let it slide this one time.
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| Shizune
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| "..."
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| Misha
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| "So, let's hurry, Hicchan~! To have lunch!"
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| Misha
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| "We promise it'll be great!"
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| Hisao
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| "I'll take your word for it. What kind of a place is it?"
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| Hisao
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| "A restaurant, or something?"
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| Shizune
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| "..."
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| Misha
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| "It's a teahouse, Hicchan~!"
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| A teahouse... that sounds kind of fancy.
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| Shizune
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| "..."
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| Misha
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| "Why are you looking at your wallet, Hicchan? It's okay, if you don't have any money we'll cover for you~!"
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| Hisao
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| "That's really nice of you. Thanks."
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| Misha
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| "It's okay, Hicchan! After all, we're friends, right, Hicchan?"
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| It's only been three days. Are we really friends that quickly?
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| Heh. But, hearing that makes me happy.
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| Shizune
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| "..."
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| Misha
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| "Ah, it's only for today, though, and only if you accept right now! Do you want to go, Hicchan?"
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| I start wondering if this is some kind of trap. Is this Misha's suggestion or Shizune's? This is important. I'm still a little apprehensive about the possible motives of a girl whose favorite pastime is the game of world domination.
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| No, I'm just being paranoid. Actually, they have grown on me already, and I do have to go to town sometime. So why not now, with them?
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| I've never actually been to a teahouse before. All my expectations are from what I've seen about them on TV. But those are period dramas, and these are modern times. It might just be a regular café, and they're just calling it a teahouse.
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| Either way, I'm curious about that, too, so there's another reason for me to join them.
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| Hisao
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| "Sure."
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| Misha
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| "That's great, Hicchan~! That's great, that's great! Yay~!"
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| Misha hops up and down briefly to show how happy she is, which causes a few heads to turn towards us. Shizune opts for a polite, tiny clap that lasts for all of two seconds before she goes back to looking stoic as usual.
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| Hisao
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| "Would it kill you to be a little happier, Shizune?"
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| Shizune
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| "..."
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| Misha
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| "Oh? I wasn't aware that Hicchan was a king. Hahahaha~!"
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| Shizune pushes her glasses up as Misha delivers her message totally without sarcasm. I guess it would sting more if she could say it with the intent Shizune meant behind it, so for once I'm happy to have Misha as a barrier between us.
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| Hisao
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| "I'm not telling you to jump for joy just because I'm having lunch with you. I'm not that arrogant."
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| She seems to accept this, and we head for town with Shizune leading the way.
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| '''[Next Scene: [[Detour Ahead/Transcript|Detour Ahead]]]'''
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