The (Real) Beginning/Transcript: Difference between revisions

}}NARRATOR: "The rooftop is completely deserted. Normally I could count on Rin to be up here before me, but she's strangely absent. I wonder if she decided to accompany Emi to the cafeteria for once. Seems pretty unlikely, but that's all I can think of right now. Part of me wants to go look for Rin, but a far larger part of me is too pleased with the way the sun feels on my skin to care. I pick idly at my lunch while I wait for Emi and Rin to show up. It does not take long for me to hear the sounds of someone coming up the stairs. I wait until the door begins to open before talking."

HISAO: "Yes, I knew that. I'm just confused... Where's Rin?"

EMI: "Yeah, about that... I kind of...sort of... Gavehermycold."

NARRATOR: "It would make sense, after all. Emi and I were in close contact the other day... So what did she and Rin do that got her ill? ... Steady on old lad. Don't go down that road. Rin's just probably got a worse immune system than me. Emi seems shocked by my comment, like she hadn't considered that before."

HISAO: "Duly noted ma'am."

NARRATOR: "I nod, figuring that line of conversation is over with. The only problem is, I don't know what else to talk about."

HISAO: "So... You got anymore track meets coming up?"

NARRATOR: "This is a terribly roundabout way of trying to see if she's free on the weekend. If she's free, then maybe I can ask her on a date or something. Assuming I can get myself to actually form the words. Emi shakes her head."

NARRATOR: "Do I ever. I settle for nodding."

NARRATOR: "She pauses, as if it's suddenly occurred to her what she's doing. It's almost like she's breaking some sort of personal rule here. But she starts up again, choosing her words carefully."

 

HISAO: "Hey, you know I was serious last night. You really can talk to me if stuff like this is bothering you. It's always difficult to do this sort of thing solo, you know?"

NARRATOR: "She giggles again. I notice that my heart seems to have sped up. It's probably due to Emi's proximity to me. The hint of strawberries again. I can't help but grin as I gaze down at her. She's happy again."

NARRATOR: "This time her grin short circuits several important thought processes. At some point I turned toward her, and at another point her arms moved to around my neck. At yet another, my arms wrapped around her waist. I'll be damned if I could tell you precisely when that happened. Because at the moment, there's only a voice in the back of my head yelling at me to kiss her. I look into Emi's eyes. There it is. The thing I saw yesterday on the bed. It's there again. It suddenly strikes me that she's worried that I'll reject her."

NARRATOR: "What a silly worry for her to have. Her lips taste faintly of strawberries. She leans into the kiss, and her arms tighten around the back of my head, making sure that I don't pull away. Not that there was any danger of that. There's a churning feeling in my gut. The world falls away. There's just me, and her, and this bench."

NARRATOR: "My arms tighten, drawing her waist closer, entranced by the feel of her. I inhale the scent of her, my mind trying desperately to memorize everything about how she tastes, how she smells, how she feels. The ringing of the bell snaps us both back to reality, and we break the kiss. Emi's cheeks are slightly flushed, and she seems to be catching her breath. In her defense, so am I. We stand there for a few moments, trying to wrap our heads around what we've just done. Emi is the first to break the silence."

MISHA: "As expected of Emi~! She's a good kisser, isn't she Hicchan~?"

HISAO: "Er..."

NARRATOR: "Before I can respond, Mutou's entered the room and Misha skips off to her seat, giggling all the while. I suspect that I'll get a lot of that sort of conversation now. Especially seeing as how Emi kissed me right in the middle of the hall. But somehow, I don't care about that. For the first time since arriving here, my heart feels light."