Author: Nerubian Assassin PM
Hisao somehow stumbles across another aloof purple-eyed girl. But how will she affect his feelings for Hanako? My take on a Yozora pseudo-route of sorts.. Geared mostly towards KS, but feel free to dive in, Haganai readers! Discontinued due to fatigue/lack of ideas.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Hisao N. & Yozora - Chapters: 13 - Words: 47,140 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 7 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 08-01-12 - Published: 04-05-12 - id: 7992069
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This one-shot was supposed to take about 10 minutes, took me about two days somehow. Still reads like a 10 minute one-shot though. Occurs sometime during Hanako's route.
The sun beats down mercilessly as I trudge through the city's shopping district. Damn, I shouldn't have put off my shopping until the hottest day of the week. Stupid heat waves. The heat continues to assault me as I wander, with only the brief incursions into a store as my reprieves. After an hour, I'm still empty handed, so I head into a local Starbucks to grab a frappucino and decide if I really need anything at all.
Walking inside, I'm greeted by a chilling wave of air conditioned air. Sweet relief. As I take my place in the long queue, I start to idly examine the people in the room. The store is pretty crowded, probably due to how bad it is outside, so there's a lot to take in. There's an annoying crying toddler with a desperate mom trying to calm him down, a businessman sipping his coffee while talking on his phone...the list goes on and on. Moving up with the line, my eyes stop when I see the final corner of the store. A girl (or at least I think it's one) with long flowing black hair is hunched over the table, facing towards the wall. She has this cute little black cap on her head, and it looks like she just had some shopping done, judging by the bags next to her. I can't really see her though, since she's wearing a denim jacket and pants, even in this weather. Damn, she must be burning right now.
I finally reach the counter, which puts an end to my observations. Ordering a caramel frappuccino, I pay for it, then head towards the pickup counter. Looking around again, I find myself somehow attracted back to that girl in the corner, but from where I stand now, I can see what's on her table. Squinting a bit, it appears to be a pink cell phone with one of those flower clips attached...for some reason it looks familiar. Have I seen a phone like that before? But before I can think on that question, the server announces that she has a caramel frappuccino. Taking it from her, I take a table near the counter and start to sip my drink.
Pink cell phone, flower clip, black hat...Come on Hisao, I know you've can connect the dots. I urge my brain to work harder, because for some reason, the mystery girl makes me think that I've seen her before, even if I haven't seen her face yet. Jeez, I sound like a stalker now, but I can't help this feeling. She reminds me of Hanako, she would hide in a corner like this in public...
Hanako! Wow, how could I have been so dense? Gah, I'm stupid. She did mention something about doing some shopping in the city yesterday at the tea room, but my backlog of homework was growing, so I couldn't offer to go with her. At least until I found out that I'm running dangerously low on food, toiletries, and suitable clothes for the summer. Damnit.
As I continue drinking my frap, I keep sparing glances over at the mystery girl, following all the things hunters do in documentaries. No wind to take my scent, lots of cover in case something goes wrong. The chances that the girl ISN'T Hanako is low...er than I expect given the amount of evidence, unless lady luck decides to screw me over, again.
I stand up and make my way over to the girl. With a loud 'Ahem', I make myself known.
"Hello, Hanako." It's a simple greeting, but it should be enough.
The girl turns around, hair whipping as she does so. But as I see her face, I internally reel. There's no scars at all on this girl! Damn it, what the hell? She has an angry expression on her face, probably because of the whole mistaken identity bit.
"Whoever this Hanako is, I'm not her." The girl spits out as she gets off her chair and moves toward me. I can't help but make an awkward expression at this, but the whole situation is well, awkward. But then I notice something else about this girl, she has bright purple irises, just a shade brighter than Hanako's eyes. It's almost like looking into an alternate reality where Hanako didn't get burned, which would be a great reality because this girl is really attractive. I back away a bit, in part because of her likeness to Hanako as well as the aura of hostility this girl is emitting right now.
"Oh, well sorry I thought you were...someone I knew for a moment." I turn to bolt out of the store, but a hand clamps my shoulder.
"You're not going anywhere, friend. Why don't you sit down so we can...talk." She deliberately emphasizes that last word, before spinning me around and pushing me down on the other seat on the table. Taking her own seat, she takes a sip of her drink on the table, before starting to talk.
"So what made you think I was one of your little friends? Because I was in the corner?" She says with a glare, I guess she must be really peeved.
Right now, my mind is screaming at me to run for it, but I'm literally in the corner. She could easily stop me from running. Sadly enough, I've learned a lesson like this many times attempting to evade Shizune and Misha. For now though, I guess I can humor her. After all, she is a stranger, if not sounding slightly insane.
"Well, er..." I'm not sure exactly how to phrase this without sounding insulting, but I plow on anyways. "You were wearing similar clothes to my friend and I saw that you had the same exact phone, right down to the flower clip, on the table. But what 'tipped' me off was the whole hiding in the corner bit. That's something Hanako would do." I keep my explanation clear and concise. But then my brain filter shuts down. "And your hair's similar as well. It does look great on you though." Wut.
With that last comment, the stranger blushes and looks away. Obviously she wasn't expecting that, so I use this moment of weakness to get a question in.
"Why are you so mad about this anyways? It's a simple case of mistaken identity." I blurt out. I am genuinely concerned about why this is riling her up so. But then again, it could be for a lot of the wrong reasons. She looks straight at me again, this time without any hostility though.
"Well, I am me. And I don't like being similar to anyone, even if it comes at the cost of being...alone.." She drops off her sentence into a whisper that I can barely hear through the din of the crowd, looking sad now. This is getting odder and odder by the second, but thanks to all the emotional stuff I have to deal with Hanako, I feel compelled to help this girl. Her downcast look is a mirror image of Hanako's. I've had to deal with her look so many times throughout our friendship that it's been ingrained into my mind.
"Ohh, umm sorry to hear that." I mutter. There isn't really an ideal response to something like that. I think I'll try to cheer her up a bit though.
"Y'know, I never got your name. I'm Hisao." I say my name first, offering to reach out to her. Her sad face is replaced with an expression that could best be described as 'stunned'. Maybe she expected me to run away?
"Yozora. That's all you need to know for now." She responds back sternly. Finally, something that her and Hanako doesn't share. If her name was Hanako as well, I might've started buying my whole alternate reality theory.
"This Hanako, does she have many friends?" Yozora asks. It's a simple question she's asking, but I see the perception behind it. This girl, Yozora, is a loner, for lack of a better term. Her actions certainly seem to indicate so, and since I mistook Yozora for Hanako, she probably put two and two together. As for confirming her thoughts, I don't see much harm in doing so.
"Let's just say about as much as you, given the circumstances. I'm one of them. She is a bit, er, shy though." Unfortunately, Hanako's shyness and tendencies to flee in normal social conduct is why her friend count is so low to begin with, although her scars are to blame for everything. This girl on the other hand, certainly doesn't look like a girl who'd be lacking for friends, although maybe her first impressions aren't the best. But I'm not going to drop the whole scar thing. If something happens out of this, I'll save that bombshell for later. Meanwhile, I might as well test my theory.
"If you don't mind me asking such a question, how many friends do you have?" I ask. For all I know, she could be some popular chick who has a habit of hunching up in coffee ships. Unfortunately, I think she took it the wrong way, as she takes on a dangerous look.
"Suffice it to say it's not a lot as well. You're very nosy, aren't you? You remind me of Meat. Poking around in other people's business" Her response is as rapid as Emi's sprint, damn. Did I just hear her say Meat though? I overlook that and shoot back.
"Well, you asked me the same question before, and since you forced me here, I think I can assume that you want to talk. I'm simply making conversation." With a deadpan stare, I look to see what Yozora's next response will be. Like before, I don't have to wait long.
"Feh, totally different things. I'm asking about someone I don't even know. You, however, are asking a personal question about me. I'm surprised you're still here though, I'd have expected you to run away. Japan is a free country after all."
Well, she got the run away part right, and her logic about the questions has some soundness to it. Great, now I'm dealing with a Hanako look-a-like with the wits of a Shizune. If there is a higher being up there, he's being exceptionally cruel right now. But despite the part of my brain still yelling at me to run for the hills, I stay glued to my seat. Might as well go for broke at this point. If I lose, I don't lose anything, so why the hell not?
"Japan is a free country, true, so I'm deciding to stay here and talk to you. You remind me of a few people I know, well at least after you made me sit and talk. This may sound a bit forward, Yozora, but even with the few words we've exchanged, you're really interesting."
There, the deed is done. Even with all the questions unanswered, like her real motive for making me stay, I can't help but stay and try to get to know Yozora better. Yozora gapes at me with an open mouth, forgetting the drink she was going to sip from. I'm not sure whether this is a good or bad thing, but I'm about to find out.
"Ah, I see. It looks like I was right in making you stay...Hisao, right?." Yozora gives me a small smile, none of the initial anger obvious anymore. "You certainly like being the white knight."
Huh? Looking back at the conversation, I don't see how...ohhh. Damn it would make sense for her to accuse me of being a white knight even with the little amount of words and actions we've exchanged. And she already knows this is a double-or-nothing situation. Yep, definitely some Shizune in her.
"If you can call approaching some who you thought you knew an act of a white knight, sure that could work," I move to get up, this is my all-or-nothing moment. Let's see if she takes the bait. I take a look at my watch, and take a dramatic sigh as I throw away the rest of my frappucino. "Well it's been lovely talking to you, Yozora, but I have to get moving. I gotta finish my shopping soon."
I spare a glance at her, and she's just sitting on the table still, chugging down the rest of her drink. I guess this is a loss than. But right when I get outside, I get forcefully spun around again to an angry Yozora (again).
"Hrrmmph. White knight my ass. Here I was thinking that you were a nice guy, but it seems I was mistaken. Idiot."
With that statement, she stalks off in the opposite direction, bags in tow and long black hair rippling in the wind. As I watch her leave, a pang of guilt hits me, and I find myself subconsciously running after her, even though my heart is still weak. After a short chase, I finally get close enough to to tap her on the shoulder before taking the opportunity to lean against a nearby wall and check my heartbeat. Looking up, I see the traces of a victorious grin, before her slightly mad expression takes over again. Must be her normal look.
"Oh, so you are a white knight after all? I was going to give you my number, but if you want it now, you'll have to beg for it. Show me how much you want to save me!" Yozora says with a smirk.
Ah, damn. It looks like I've lost this battle. Now she's just rubbing it in my face. But at least it means that Yozora has some type of interest in me.
"Ok, ok I get it. Don't you think the begging bit is a bit much, though?" I ask with a smile.
"Yeah, you're right. It's just something I do to Meat to piss her off. But you're different, and by that I mean I don't know you much, but it looks like you won't run away even if you wanted to, Hisao." She gives me a smile of her own, before digging out her phone from her purse. Taking her cue, I fumble around my pockets until I find my own phone. While we're exchanging numbers, Yozora asks yet another question.
"So Hisao, which school do you go to? You hardly look like you have a job."
Well, at least it's an innocent one.
"Yamaku Academy. It's a school for the-"
"Disabled, yes I know. Back at St. Chronica's Academy, the rabble there love to talk smack about other schools." Yozora interrupts, grimacing when she mentions the rabble. "Anyways, I have to head home too. Nice meeting you, Hisao. Message me sometime this week, ok?" She picks up her bags, ready to move out.
"Yeah, I'll message you...Yozora. Goodbye." I utter out. With those words and a wave, I turn towards the path that would take me to the bus station, but not before stealing one more glance at the person who in the course of about 20 minutes, managed to make me chase her. Either she's a really good manipulator, or maybe I do put others, even strangers, ahead of my own needs. Shaking my head, I continue walking towards the bus stop.
Later on at the bus ride back to Yamaku, I can't help but think that what I just had a surreal experience. If it weren't for the fact that I had Yozora's number as proof of our encounter, I'd swear that this was something out of an eroge where I somehow meet the girl I'll love in a random spot. The only problem is, I thought I might have been falling for Hanako. Now everything's all messed up, and I can't make head or tails of my emotions, kinda like someone's running interference with my mind.