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User:Pudding321

2017-07-06T01:32:12Z

Pudding321: /* Things I intend to finish (Short list in priority) */

== Things I intend to finish (Short list in priority) ==
*Anohana part 2

== Projects ==

*[[Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day]] (MIA)
**Part 1 (Completed)
**Part 2 (Slow)

*[[Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora]] (Maybe)
**Volume 1 (Completed)

*[[Iris on Rainy Days: My Homework]] (Complete)

*[[Kanon]] (Retired)
**Volume 1 (Completed)
**Volume 2 (Completed)

*[[Kimi to Boku no Uta World's End]] (Complete)

*[[Kokoro Connect]] (Retired)
**Volume 1 (Completed)
**Volume 2 (Completed)

*[[Ousama Game]] (Retired)
**Volume 1 Command 1-5 (Completed)

*[[Sakurasou no Pet na Kanojo]] (Retired)
**Volume 1 Chapters 1, 2 (Completed)

*[[Yume Nikki]]
**Part 2 (Where did that other guy go?)

User talk:Amanitashreds

2017-07-06T01:31:56Z

Pudding321: Created page with "==Yume Nikki== Hi, I haven't checked the wiki for years. Sorry for not replying and thank you very much for your contribution for the translations of Yume Nikki. User:Puddi..."

==Yume Nikki==

Hi, I haven't checked the wiki for years. Sorry for not replying and thank you very much for your contribution for the translations of Yume Nikki. [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]]

Iris on Rainy Days: My Homework

2016-08-22T05:22:36Z

Pudding321:

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This is a story about a female robot born on a rainy day.

This is a story about rainy days.

This is a story about a robot born on a rainy day, endeavouring.

[The First Day of Activation]

Connected.

— …

Energy is flowing within the body.

— Me.

Activated.

“…do you understand?”

The first sound I hear when I wake up is…

“…hey, do you understand?”

I slowly open my eyes. The first thing I see is a human—or perhaps a robot with human features, no—I can feel her breathing. She is a human all right.

“Can you hear me?”

She is a young female, with long black hair, a white face, and an artificial product on her face—glasses.

“Yes, I can hear you.”

This is the first time I hear my voice, a voice of a young girl. According to the data in my mental circuits, I am set at fifteen years old.

“How do you feel?”

She is staring at me.

“At the moment…main circuits and devices…have no abnormalities found.”

Lying down, I explain my condition in bits. My voice system is not tuned well.

“Okay, great.”

She nods lightly.

“Y-You are…”

My mental circuits are arranging my data.

The girl in front of me is Wendy von Umbrella, female, twenty-three years old, one hundred and sixty-five centimeters tall, confirming with registered user log…

Confirmation complete.

“Master.”

“Hm?”

“You are my master, the first registered user.”

My voice system has returned normal at last.

“Master, you say?”

She, my master, resting her cheeks on her index finger, moves her head towards me.

“Should I call you Wendy? Probably Miss Wendy? Okay. Let me check other combinations.”

I wait for her answer patiently.

“Oh, I know,” she gives an answer after twelve seconds, “Don’t call me master. Call me Professor, okay?”

“Professor?”

“Yes. This is what everyone calls me at the battlefield.”

— Registered user name changed to ‘Professor’.

“I understand, Professor.”

“Okay, good.”

Professor nods in satisfaction and touches my head with her finger. Then she gently moves her finger—this should be called ‘stroking’.

“So, Iris.”

Professor then calls me the first time with my name.

— Iris.

Correct. I am called Iris. My registered name is Iris Rain Umbrella, same as the data in my mental circuits.

“Try standing up.”

“Okay.”

I lift my upper body and stand on the floor from the bed.

Looking down, I see I am wearing a pink western-style dress. A dress is fastened around my waist, on top of it a white apron. A light white ornament is also on my head. This should be called a maid outfit.

“It suits you.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m Wendy von Umbrella. Nice to meet you again.”

Professor holds my hand.

Her hand is at thirty-two point one degrees, a bit cool for a human.

— Checking the surroundings.

I look around, checking my surroundings. The walls and the ceiling of the house is completely white as snow. The hard bed seems to be used for research, and…

— Checking sounds.

I can hear continuing dripping sounds—rain. Raindrops keep slapping on the glass windows, drawing many transparent curves.

Raindrops never stop to fall. Rain never ceases.

I am born on such a rainy day.

[The Third Day of Activation]

“I’m going out, Iris.”

“Take care, Professor.”

Professor waves her hand and heads to the short path outside the house. I bow and see her off.

When I turn back, in front of me were a large front garden and a large brick mansion. This is where I work, the royal Umbrella palace having three hundred years of history.

Walking over the green grass and passing through the front garden, I come to the door. Pushing it open, I see a grand hall covered with rug. With extremely bright branch chandeliers hanging on it, the ceiling shines on the large painting on the wall.

I walk to the hall with 2.2 meters per hour. Taking a glance at the wooden, bright stairs, I take a right turn at the corridor.

I place my hand on a box beside the wall. After some small clicking sounds, the wall slides and a club-like sweeping machine abruptly appears.

— Initiate Sweeping Process.

As I move around the hall, I swept with the machine. This work is usually done by a clean worm, as they can stick onto the floor and the ceiling and sweep, but they don’t seem to fit Professor’s tastes, so there isn’t any one in the Umbrella residence. “These crawling worms look filthy,” she said.

Bright Weather. 19.3 degrees Celsius. Humidity: 45.7%. The inner environment is very suitable for humans.

I continued sweeping silently. But since the uniform air conditioner installed on the walls have absorbed most dust, it isn’t really dirty here.

After twelve minutes, forty and one seconds, the sweeping process of the hall is done.

By the same token, I repeat the sweeping process in the corridor, the kitchen, and the research laboratory.

Not long, I open a door to some room. The furniture inside is lacking, deprived of any modern lifestyle. This is the Professor’s bedroom.

— Checking fragrance.

My smell device reacts.

— Comparing to data…confirming its composition…circlet cigarette made by the Cloud Company.

There are different types of smell different from the normal constituents of air in Professor’s room. They are the smell of the cigarette she smokes. Although it is called a cigarette, it is a replacement for tobacco made to let smokers quit smoking, emanating a thin fragrance of fresh peppermint.

Opening the window for some change of air, I then start to clean this room. This place isn’t really dirty as well, so I only spent eight minutes and twenty-six seconds, including tidying the blankets.

— Okay, next place.

I turn around to the next place that needed sweeping.

Something suddenly flashed beside the bed.

— This is…

My iris device contracted, discovering it a photo frame. Two girls are smiling in the wooden frame.

The tall one with long hair and glasses is the Professor.

On her side is a shorter girl wearing a dress with casual, brown, short hair.

— It really looks like me.

The girl in the photo resembles me very much, but I have never taken a photo with Professor, so that isn’t I.

Half a year ago, Professor’s sister passed away.

It was a car crash. Professor and her sister went out in the holidays for a car ride, and got themselves in a car crash. Professor was the one driving, and after being hit by another car, her sister who was sitting in the seat beside her lost her life.

Professor lost her only relative, falling in despair. So she created a robot with the exact appearance as her sister.

This robot is I.

In recent years, it isn’t uncommon to see robots like me, made for people passed away. Same as domestic robots and industrial robots, robots made for people passed away are a kind of commodity that businesses invent in. People who lost their loved ones, people who lost their couples in their old age—there are a spate of consumers who want robots for their deceased relatives.

These robots are proved by clinical psychology and consulting psychology for their ''healing'' effects. Even the local government subsidizes for these projects.

White skin, brown hair, and sky-blue round eyes. Having a height 2.67 centimeters shorter than an average girl of her age.

This is a robot made with the exact characteristics—height, body shape, hair color—as her sister. Its recognition code is HRM021-a. Its name is Iris Rain Umbrella. This robot is I.

In the photo, the other Iris is smiling. I intently stare at the smile of the girl who looks exactly like me. This Iris is a human who passed away. And looking at her is I, the robot Iris.

— Her sister is smiling.

The Iris in the photo is smiling to me.

I have never smiled once in my life since birth. Although the emotion function is installed in me, there has not been any need for it since Professor never demanded.

Standing beside her sister, Professor is smiling as well. Her face relaxed, she reveals her white, clean teeth. This smile is only shown when humans are elated.

And I have never seen such a smile on her.

[The Seventh Day of Activation]

That night, I was called to her bedroom.

I knock the door, hearing Professor’s voice:

“Please come in.”

“Sorry for intruding.”

Entering the room, I find Professor lying on her bed. Beside her bed, I can see the photo frame I saw yesterday reflected by the interior lights in the room.

“Do you have anything you want, Professor?”

“Yeah…”

Giving an unspecific answer, Professor pouts and say, “Come over here.” Listening her order, I come to the bed.

Midnight. This is the first time I am called at this time.

— Sex Service.

This keyword streamed in my mental circuits.

Regardless of industrial or industrial types, there are a lot of robots who provide sex service, occupying a considerable amount in the robot industry. Even behavior prohibited between humans can be done through robots since robots do not get pregnant.

So I have this sex service installed in me. And there is one single significance for such a thing.

“Professor.”

“Yes?”

“Please specify your demand.”

Without waiting for Professor’s answer, I undo the buttons one by one with my hand. I remove my upper shirt and then my skirt.

“Wait,” Professor said, “why are you taking off your clothes?”

My skirt has now reached my knees. I reply, “To provide sex service.”

“Sex?”

“I haven’t garnered data about your preferences on sex service, but I can provide you with satisfactory sex service once I make adjustments.”

“Ah, ah, I see.”

Professor makes a sound of both assent and helplessness.

“What should I do?”

With my skirt half-taken off, I face Professor again.

“Iris, do you think I am a person who enjoys those things?”

“Aren’t you?”

“I am not.”

“Professor, you're single and don’t have a boyfriend.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“What do you usually do to dispel your sexual desires?”

“I don’t need to tell you.”

Then Professor clears her throat and continues, “Anyway, I don’t have any interest to my same sex, and I don’t want you to provide that kind of service, Iris.”

“So why did you install the sex service in me?”

“This is just a standard setting.”

“Sex service isn’t a standard setting.”

“Okay…”

Professor tries hard to move her lips, and then stretches my hand to my side. She pulls my skirt back to my waist.

“Sit down.”

“Yes.”

I sit beside Professor. She takes off her shirt, puts it on my shoulder, and continues, “This is my usual proposition: sex service isn’t only for dispelling sexual desires.”

“Isn’t only for dispelling sexual desires?”

I can’t understand what Professor is saying.

So I ask, “So you mean there’s a kind of sex different from getting pregnant and giving birth?”

“Ahah, yeah…” Professor turns her head a little, “How do I put it. Sex is something to confirm the love between two people. It’s an expression of letting our skin touch each other, regardless we’re of the same sex or of the opposite.”

“…”

I listen intently.

“I think, Iris, you will have someone you love one day or the other. It might be a person of the same sex or of the opposite. Or even, it might not even be a human.”

With that said, Professor gently held my shoulders.

“As poetics say, ‘sex is a poetic expression of love’, sex is a nevertheless required event in love. So I installed sex service in you.”

In my mental circuits, the data handling process is running full-speed. My body, perhaps of this cause, starts to become hot.

“So in a not-so-distant future, when you hug with the person you love, I hope, Iris, your heart can beat like a real one.”

“Beat like a real one…”

I just stared at Professor since what she is saying is beyond my comprehension.

“It’s important, so we’ll talk about it later.”

With that said, Professor kisses on my forehead. Her soft lips touch my forehead and part.

— Ah…

“Goodnight, Iris.”

Squinting her amber eyes, she caresses my head.

“Goodnight, Professor.”

I bow deeply, and then left her bedroom.

On my way back to the research laboratory, I touch my forehead. It is where Professor touched with her lips.

— Isn’t this kiss a kind of sex service?

This idea came to my mind.

[The Tenth Day of Activation]

The tenth day after my birth.

I have been doing housework for these days. I expand the database for Professor’s preferences to increase the varieties of food. For breakfast, she eats bread; for lunch, she goes out to eat; for dinner, she has a set dinner. The brand of circlet cigarettes she uses is ‘BOUBLE CLOUD’. She likes light clothes.

I have grasped the structure of the large, royal Umbrella palace. All sorts of data, including the number of bedrooms, the length of the corridor, electric circuits and pipes, paintings, the storeroom for antique, and the safety system were all stored in my brain. There is almost nothing I don’t know about this house.

There is still one room I haven’t gone to. It is the room of Professor’s deceased sister—the room the human Iris Rain Umbrella had used. I believe the Professor meant to let it stay there just the way it is such that the room is the only room locked.

— the only one left is the small storage house.

That day, I concentrated on cleaning the small storage house. I slowly push the door to this brick house.

— Very dim.

The automatic lighting system seems to have broken down, making the small house dim and dull. I search for the manual switch on the wall near the entrance, but the dimness, along with a lot of furniture and commodities stacked together, rendered me unable to find the switch.

At this moment.

— Ah.

A banging sound came from the back, and the door closed. The interior of the house turns a complete black right after the last few light rays coming from the outside are shut off. I am trapped inside.

— Dark.

This is darkness, a closed space without any illumination.

— Ah, eeya?

I notice a sudden change at this instant.

— I can’t move?

My hands can’t move.

My legs can’t move.

I can’t even blink.

— System malfunction?

I check the status of my battery: 97.60%. It fits the standard level, and I should be capable of moving.

— How strange.

My movement circuits have lost their abilities. No matter how my mental circuits demand, my hand and legs wouldn't move. Why is this happening?

— Emergency Scan. Error Report. Please start reparation now.

The electric sound warned me. I try to scan, but failed. All my mobile functions are numb, and I can’t search for anything abnormal.

The world then turns darker.

— Ah!

Suddenly, my mental circuits die, and I fall on the floor.

— Ga…ga…gahh!

Stripped from any strength, I lie on the floor. Thud—with such a glamorous sound, I fall on the floor, and at the same time tangled tightly by electric coils. Then a large object—a wardrobe? No, maybe a bookshelf?—falls and presses my upper body. Even I see it coming straight at me, I can’t evade but let it injure me flatly.

— Error report. Error report. Error report. Error report!

Icy electric sounds sent out warnings repeatedly, but I can’t move, nor can I call for help.

With that, I sink into the abysmal electric swamp and lose my consciousness.

○

…Iris!

Someone.

…Iris!

Someone is calling me.

Like a bubble rising up from a deep sea, my mental circuits has at last returned normal.

“Iris, can you hear me?”

Opening my eyes, I see Professor’s face. Her brows are creased, showing her worry.

“Yes, I can hear you.”

I answered without doubt.

“That’s great.”

Professor throws herself on the chair. Her black hair covers part of her face, some coiling around her glasses. On her face is apparent fatigue.

“You have been sleeping for twelve hours.”

I check the clock in my body: it has been twelve hours and forty-six minutes since my system malfunctioned in the small storage house.

“How do you feel? Does anywhere hurt?”

“No. Nothing abnormal found in my main circuits and devices.”

“Okay…”

Professor gave a sigh of relief.

“I’m really sorry for troubling you.”

“Okay, you don’t have to be so formal.”

Professor shook her head.

“…can I ask a question?”

“What is it?”

“What was the reason?”

I asked the reason why my system died, as I didn’t find any abnormalities when I checked the data left in my mental circuits.

“Hm…” Professor looked down, “I’m not really sure as well.”

“Not really sure?”

“When I found you in the small storage house, I immediately scanned your whole body, but there was nothing abnormal in your mental circuits as well as the other circuits.”

Did that really happen?

“Your battery was full, and it’s not a forced shutdown due to overheating…”

“So the reason’s unknown?”

“I think so.”

Professor keeps her head low. This is a failure even the world-class engineer can’t explain, an unknown breakdown.

“Sorry.”

Professor apologizes to me.

“Why are you apologizing?”

I ask.

“Because I am the one held at fault. Did the sudden breakdown freak you out? I’m sorry, Iris.”

— Were you scared?

Professor’s words seemed like pebbles thrown into water, evoking ripples in my mental circuits.

— Scared?

Was I really scared back then? Did the sudden darkness scare me that I fell down? Would a robot like me really be afraid of the darkness?

I don’t know.

To seek for an answer, I look at Professor.

Her eyes, like glass windows wet from the rain, gleamed with damp radiance.

[The Fifteenth Day of Activation]

That day, Professor and I went out shopping.

“Iris, what do you want?”

“No. I don’t have anything I want.”

“Okay, then let me choose for you.”

We walk to the shopping district in front of the station. Professor walks to one of these shops with a banner ‘BOUTIQUE BLUESKY’. It is a female clothes shop.

“Iris, your limbs are long and fine. Your must look great with dresses.”

Having walked into the shop, Professor takes up a dress from the rainbow-like choices of clothes. The dress if white, light laces on the shoulder part.

“Do you like laces?”

When I ask Professor, she widens her eyes in surprise and answers, “Of course. I like them.”

“Do you like laces, Iris?”

“No. I’m not really fond of them.”

“Do you hate them?”

“No. I don't really hate them either.”

“So it’s decided.”

I take off the pink maid uniform in the dressing room and change to a white dress. When I brush off the curtains…

“Great. It really suits you.”

Professor nods in satisfaction.

“Turn a circle around where you are.”

“Turn a circle?”

“Yes, turn around like a ballet dancer.”

I follow her order and turn around. The dress catches some wind lightly and flips itself at my thighs.

“Let’s call it a day.”

With that said, Professor calls to the staff and pays for the dress.

While she is still paying, I look at myself in the mirror. Standing there is a fifteen-year-old young girl wearing a fresh dress. Under the laces are, I can see slightly, snow-white shoulders.

— It really suits me.

I suddenly remember the photo I saw in Professor’s bedroom.

The young girl in the photo also wears a white dress.

After it was bought, we return home.

Professor walks slowly on the main street of the shopping district. I follow behind her, keeping one-step distance from her. A large fountain is in the center of the plaza in front of the station, and in its center a large goddess statue. On the bench of the plaza sit a playing kid and his smiling mothers looking after him. There is also an old man feeding the pigeons—everything resembles a usual, everyday scene.

“This street was once bombed.”

The Professor starts talking as she continued walking.

“The town was almost drenched in flames. Only that goddess statue survived, miraculously.”

“Is it the Auvare bomb?”

“Yes. From then on, this goddess statue became the city’s symbol.”

“It’s still the most important heritage in this country.”

“That’s right.”

I chat with Professor while we walk. Professor looks much happier than usual.

“Oh.”

Professor suddenly stopped.

“What’s the matter?”

“Look, that.”

She points to an ad billboard in the shopping district, where a movie poster is posted. Red lines saying ‘Scary Village ~ Zombies won’t be healed even when they die’ run across the poster. At its side is a zombie-like man proudly lifting a human head.

“Woah. That’s pretty straightforward.” Professor shrugs in surprise and adds, “It looks pretty interesting.”

“Do you like scary movies?”

I asked.

“Yeah,” she answered.

“But to be specific, I like zombie movies.”

Professor likes zombie movies— I add another datum.

“The one I like the most is…um…how do I put it? It’s the one with zombies dancing along the music.”

“Please wait.”

I search with the keywords Professor said. The transmission antenna beside my ear glowed. This is a high-technology device with GPS, online connection, immediate termination, data immediate backup and many other functions. It looks like an headphone. Robots made in detail are mostly differentiated from humans with this antenna device.

My search finished after 0.1 seconds.

“Dancing With the Zombies. Aired nationally six years ago. This movie made the lowest postbox record at that time.”

“Ah yeah. When I watched it, there was no other viewer around. I was shocked.”

Professor likes unpopular movies— data input complete.

“There was a funk dance in the movie, and the zombies danced like this. It was really funny.”

Professor likes funk dance—

“Also, the zombies became extremely big when they combined. This idea’s a bit cliché, but it’s not bad.”

Professor likes combining things into big objects—

Professor continues to talk about zombie movies, seemingly excited. In my database, the tag zombie movies have been repeatedly used.

After talking about zombie movies in front of the huge zombie poster…

“Iris, what movies do you like?”

Professor suddenly asked me.

“Me…?”

I search for an answer to the question, but I don’t have any movies I like. So to say, I don’t even know what I like.

“I don’t know.”

“Then what do you want to watch?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hm, it can be something other than movies. Do you have something you want to do, somewhere you want to go to, or clothes you want to wear?”

I analyze every question she asked and search for an answer in my mental circuits.

“I’ll do anything if it's an order. I’ll go anywhere if it’s an order. I’ll wear any piece of clothing if it’s an order.”

“Iris.”

“What?”

“Are you fooling with me?”

“No.”

“Are you being serious?”

“I am.”

“Guuh…”

Professor made a moan I had never heard before.

“So I have homework for you.”

“Homework?”

“Before the end of next weekend, you have to think of what you want do.”

What I want to do— I immediately search, but I couldn’t find an answer.

“ You don’t have to make it hard. Do you want to travel? Do you want to buy some new clothes? Anything is fine.”

“Is this an order?”

“Yes. This is a plea, a plea.”

“So it’s not mandatory but voluntary?”

“Yeah, well, you can say it’s voluntary, but…” Professor smiles, ‘If you don’t do it properly, I’ll cut down your energy supply (no food).”

So it is mandatory.

[Twenty-two Days after Activation]

Then it came to the end of the following weekend.

“So Iris.”

On the sofa, Professor commences, crossing her long legs anew.

“Please tell me your answer to the question.”

“All right.”

Professor said with an acting-like strange way, but she looks at me with a malicious intent like a teenager.

“Let’s start off with the movie you like.”

I nod and say my prepared answer.

“I like zombie movies the most, especially Dancing With the Zombies.”

“Have you watched it?”

“Yes.”

“How’s it?”

“There were many zombies.”

“Is it interesting?”

“No.”

“…”

Professor’s brows trembles..

“Cough. So here’s the next question. What kind of clothes do you want to wear, Iris?”

“I want to wear clothes with laces, especially light maid uniform.”

“Okay, so you like maid uniform.”

“No, I don’t have any special interest.”

Professor’s cheeks are twitching.

“…so here’s the next one,” she says, but her interest seems to have declined, “What do you want to do, Iris?”

“Sex Service.”

“Iris.”

“What?”

“All you mentioned are not what you want to do but what you think I want to do, am I correct?”

With that said, Professor throws her hand, “Oh no, drop Sex Service out.”

“Is there any problem with my answers?”

“Big problem.”

Professor squeezes her eyes with her fingers and swipes them upwards.

“This is the first time I’ve heard a robot tell lies at such ease.”

“I didn’t lie.”

I refuted matter-of-factly.

“What you want to do is what I want to do. I didn’t lie.”

“You lied. You lied.”

“I didn’t lie.”

“I just don’t acknowledge it!”

Professor leaned her body on the chair heavily and lifted her head in exaggeration.

“Hm, twenty-three days are too short, indeed.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m saying you haven’t noticed your feelings, Iris.”

— Feelings.

I have been thinking about this this week. My feelings. What I want to do. What I like…

“Is it the Nurtured Self-awareness Acquisition Procedure included in the emotion functions?”

“Yeah, that.”

Human’s feelings are nurtured. The personality molded after a human is born decides his feelings.

Robots are, however, different. Robots are pre-adjusted to suit the needs and likes of their users. This can be said as the robot’s ‘nature’, as opposed to the nurtured personality of humans.

“Okay, Iris, please answer this question.”

“What question?”

“What actually is Nurtured Self-awareness Acquisition Procedure? Try to explain it briefly in twenty words.”

“It is the emotion function in robots to mold, change, or complement their fixed personality to suit their users’ life.”

“How many words were there?”

“Twenty words.”

“Wuu.” Professor oddly shows an expression of losing, “…so, what’s the usual name for the process?”

I acquire the answer with 0.1 seconds.

“The Growing Process.”

“Good.”

Professor claps.

“I gave you the growing process. So, it’s just like what I meant, I hope you can ‘grow’.”

“I…grow?”

“Yes. Look, hear, feel, and get troubled over different things. With that, you can grow. I hope you can grow slowly into an adult.”

“…”

I run my mental circuits full-speed, trying to understand what Professor said.

“What?”

“Yes?”

I couldn’t understand however I try, so I ask for Professor to further explain.

“Professor, why do you hope I can ‘grow’?”

“About this…”

Professor faces me again and softly squints her eyes as if looking at something bright.

“So you can have a good life even if you’re alone.”

○

Our life continues calmly.

In the morning, I cook. After Professor had breakfast, she goes to the research center to work. Before she comes back, I cook, do the laundry, clean, and do all sorts of housework. After that, in the evening, I go out the door to greet Professor.

Every day repeats itself.

I talk nearly everything with Professor. In the dinner we had just then, we talked about the actors in the television soap drama and how she would be spending her holidays— it is, from the perspective of humans, random chat.

Of course, we also talked about ‘my homework’.

What I wanted to do¬— to find this answer, I ran my mental circuits at full-speed. I asked Professor a lot of questions too, and I got different kinds of answers.

“Iris, you have attained ample ‘feelings’ and have gained your self-awareness. If you are really aware of this, then you can become more honest.”

“Become more honest…”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t quite understand.”

I say this every time I can’t find an answer.

“Professor, you can make decisions. I will follow them.”

“No, I won’t.”

Professor answered with a malicious tone and hit my head.

Then she will say as always, “You have to decide your own feelings.”

With that, I talked a lot with Professor. Days passed. Schedules were filled. The next Sunday, the holidays this month, the holiday next month were scheduled according to Professor’s plans. And I will keep on living peacefully…

That is what I think.

…Until that day.

[Thirty Days After Activation]

“Goodnight, Iris.”

“Goodnight, Professor.”

That day, after parting with Professor at her bedroom, I came to the corridor. All I have left is to go to the research laboratory, enter sleeping mode, and this day will be over.

— Thirty days. Seven hundred and twenty hours. Forty-three thousand and two hundred minutes. Two million and five-hundred-and-ninety-two thousand seconds.

As I walk along the corridor, I look back on everything that has happened.

It has been one month since my birth. I have acclimatized to the lifestyle of this house. Cooking, doing laundry, cleaning—I have become adept at these chores. I can be certain that I am capable of regular housework for robots.

While I savor the bits and pieces of this month…

— Ah.

I found the third room counting from the end glowing.

— It is her sister’s room.

How strange. I should have turned off the lights when I shut the door.

— What is wrong?

For one moment, I thought of waking up Professor, but it’s already bedtime. If I wake the user up in non-emergency situations, it will just make the user unsatisfied.

— I will first check what happened.

I quicken my pace to the glowing room.

After eleven seconds, I have come to the room. The light indeed is coming from her sister’s room.

— It is open…

Rays of light slip from the door gap. I have never, since my birth, seen this room been open.

— What should I do?

There are no reports being sent from this house’s security system, but if I don’t go in, I cannot be sure whether there are intruders.

I put my hand on the knob and give the door a light push.

I enter the room.

— Search Initiation.

This room’s setting and spanning area is quite the same with other rooms, only that this room is decorated mainly by pink. The curtains with reserved flower patterns hint this came from a girl’s interest. The bear plushies on the table are placed at the side, and a row of poems and classics are placed on the bookshelf.

— This is her sister’s room.

I first check whether the windows are closed. I see they have been locked and have no trace of being opened. Also, I check the room according to the burglar handbook in my mental circuits, and there is nothing abnormal found.

— Professor must have entered this room and forgot to turn off the lights.

A plausible answer is deduced. It seems fine.

— But why now?

I have never seen Professor enter this room. Though for no apparent reason, Professor seems to be always avoiding this room, which I can tell from her usual behavior.

There are several clothes on the bed. Instead of being put, they looked more like being scattered there. The messy scene they portray seems to be someone who had been trying them out before she was going out and had left the ones she didn’t wear here.

This probably was what happened ‘that day’.

Half a year ago, ‘that day’ when her sister passed away. In the morning, Professor and her sister went out in their car. Her sister agonized over which clothes she should wear, and got out without tidying them up. And Professor left the room as it was…this is probably what happened.

“Ah…”

There is also a dress among the scattered clothes. It is white, designed adorably, and laced on its shoulder parts.

When I came to, I am pressing my chest. My hands are tightly pressing my chest as if I am bearing pain.

— Eeya?

I can’t understand why I am doing this. Why am I pressing my chest?

For the time being, I can’t let my eyes leave her sister’s dress.

— After five minutes.

The electric sound told me the amount of time passed, and at this moment…

With a ticking sound, the lights were off.

The room is pitch black.

○

Thrown into darkness, I fall down again. I stop working for no apparent reason, like what happened in the small storage house.

— Dark.

After falling down in the dark room, I had a weird dream. I am conscious, but I can see hallucinations— or what humans call daydreams.

— I…

This is ''my'' memory. This is when I was ''I''. This is what I call ''my'' memories.

I close my eyes in the darkness, cringing, trembling. The darkness, the constricting space, the fetid odor, and the black scene all pressed on my body in this room.

I was trapped in this dark room for a long time. One day, two days, or perhaps longer? Trapped inside, I didn’t sleep or pass out, just waited for something.

Then the time came. Light beams shoot into the dark room. In the brightness is a large person, expanding as if it is going to swallow me…

○

“Iris?!”

When Professor opened the door, five minutes and twenty-one seconds have passed since my abnormalities. She noticed the immediate signals I had sent her.

“Wh-What’s wrong?!”

Professor runs to my side. I sit on the floor, shivering, like a human numb by coldness, trembling.

It’s going to be fine, Iris. Calm down.”

Professor touches my body. She unbuckles the buttons for me and reaches for my chest. She is going to repair me.

I know this, yet…

“Stop!”

I screamed in reflex.

“What?”

Professor looks at me in shock.

— What is that?

Even I am shocked by what I said, but words just come out.

“Stop! Don’t touch me!”

I can’t understand. I…I…I am dizzy, like a human who can’t straighten himself up after seeing something terrible. I back off, my buttocks moving against the floor.

“Iris?”

Professor throws glances of taken aback at me. Still, hysterical words keep coming out of my mouth, “Stop! Please don’t come! I beg you!”

“Calm down. It’s fine! Leave it to me…”

“Don’t come here!”

In the next moment.

A deafening sound is heard.

I suddenly raised my shoulders and hit Professor’s face. She makes a short moan. In the faint brightness, there are flashing pieces spreading apart in front of my eyes. For an instant, I realize that Professor’s glasses are broken, their frame bent and fallen on the floor, and…

Professor also fell down.

— Ah, wuah, wuaghhh!

My arms still swung, I freeze and fall into chaos.

Professor lie flat on the floor, not moving an inch. Red liquid flows incessantly from her face (blood), gradually reaching my feet.

— Wuiaghhh!”

I...just then…

Hit Professor.

Hit her.

Hit her.

Hit her.

Wuaghhh!”

I can’t remember anything after that.

[Thirty-one Days after Activation]

I open my eyes.

“Iris?”

It is Professor’s voice.

I check the clock in my body: eighteen hours have passed.

“Professor…”

My eyes focused on her face.

Her right eyes were under large wraps, a faint color of red oozing out of the wraps. Her cheeks were purple, seemingly in pain. And she isn’t wearing glasses.

“Ah, ah…”

“Great. You have woken up. How do you feel?”

“Professor, leave that for now. Y-You’re injured.”

“Ahah, this?” Professor touched the wraps on her face unconcerned, “Don’t mind this. The doctor only made it a bit too exaggerated.”

“B-But…”

“Let’s talk about your first. How do you feel? Is anywhere abnormal in your body?”

Even though I made such an outrageous deed, Professor still worry for me.

I exerted violence on humans. I am a malfunctioning robot, a substandard machine, a piece of trash, yet…

“Professor.”

“What’s wrong?”

“U-Um…”

I avert my eyes from her and ask a question I asked before.

“What’s the reason?”

“Sorry” Professor apologized sincerely, “I don’t know the reason this time as well, but…”

“But?”

“Perhaps it's a trauma.”

“A trauma?”

“This is all based on speculation,” Professor blinks more, “This trauma may be some past mental injury or activated instantaneously when it is dark.”

“Hold on a moment. You say past mental injury, but what really is my past?”

“That’s…”

Professor’s face became sullen. She squeezes her lips and look down.

“Sorry, I have no idea.”

Professor said softly.

Questions still puzzle me, but I stop asking. The sorrow in her eyes ceases me from saying anything.

“Oh, by the way.”

Professor found something to say after a while of silence.

“You’re still wearing that. Do you want to change?”

“Okay.”

I stand up.

“Okay, sleep well. I’ll bring you clothes.”

Professor walks out of the room.

My eyes follow her.

— a trauma. A mental scar from the past.

I softly touch my chest.

Then I begin thinking.

Who am I?

○

I had a dream.

If you ask whether robots would also dream, I would tell you there were not such cases before. This might be evoked by the sophisticated mental circuits in me, or perhaps the massive data being disarrayed. Pieces of images were thrown at me like a broken projector.

— Good morning, Iris.

Sleepy, Professor adjusts her glasses.

— I’m off, Iris.

Professor’s black hair flutters as she leaves the house.

— Goodnight, Iris.

Professor strokes my head.

These shards of streaming clips are related to Professor. I want to touch them, yet they vanish like a mirage in the desert.

— Professor!

I stretch my hand.

— Professor! Wait for me!

[Thirty-two Days after Activation]

The following day, Professor didn't go to work.

After the silent breakfast, Professor says,

“Today’s a paid holiday. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”

She twitches her bruised face, forces a smile, and staggers to her room.

I know.

Yesterday night, Professor kept moaning in her dreams. I was the culprit, obviously. She feigned ignorance in front of me, but I know she is under great pain.

I look at my right hand.

This metal arm was thrown at her back back then. Its power is the same as an adult male hitting her face with a weapon.

That strike might have killed Professor. I…might have killed her.

Even after noon, Professor didn’t come out from her room.

When I ask her what she wants to eat for lunch, she only, behind the door, gave a short reply, “I don’t have an appetite. With that, I just stood there in the corridor.

At six, when I ask her what she wants to eat for dinner, she gave no reply. I want to open the door to check, but I feel I have no rights.

— Professor.

I ball my fists in front of my chest.

She was so nice to me, yet I returned only trouble. She wasn’t angry, and even repaired me, worried for me, and smiled at me. She did all that for me—all that for this substandard product.

Professor’s face begin to spin in my mental circuits again. She appears in my mind here and there, like the dream I had yesterday.

At this moment,

“…oh, yes.”

I suddenly hear Professor’s voice. Surprised, I lift my head.

“oh…no. I’m telling you, that’s…”

Professor’s voice came through the door. She seems to be talking to someone through the phone.

“No, Iris…”

I have a bad feeling. Professor spoke my name.

— Is she talking about me?

I listen intently, increasing the sensitivity of my hearing device. Actually, it is forbidden to eavesdrop, but I have lost control over myself.

“So even if it’s Iris’s…”

The next moment, I freeze completely.

“It’s better to dispose of it.”

[Thirty-three Days after Activation]

The following day, it is raining cats and dogs.

Under the windy rain, an alien truck parked in front of the Umbrella Palace. Two working robots came out from the weight-loading machine.

— Guests.

The electric notification rang in my mental circuits.

“Iris!”

Professor’s voice came from below the stairs.

“Iris, where are you!”

My legs are trembling.

I am a robot Professor made to service herself. Now she is calling me.

— I must go.

I try walking forward, but my body opposes my wishes.

— Professor is calling me: I must go.

For several times I tried walking forward, but all in vain. For a long while, I stood on the staircase, not moving an inch. While I had been fighting over myself, the robots have already come inside the palace. They were heavy-duty robots with belts on—robots designed to dispose of faulty robots.

“Iris?”

Professor is at the living room. Seeing me standing on the staircase, she smiles and say, “Oh, here you are.”

— So I have to be disposed of after all.

“Wu, ahh…”

I back off.

“Iris?”

— What is going on in me?

I press my chest. A force is constraining my chest, greater and greater.

“No!”

When I came to, I had blurted out.

“I don’t want this!”

I cried, running off like a rabbit on loose.

“Hey, wait, Iris!”

I heard Professor’s surprised voice, yet I keep running along the corridor.

I run, and Professor chases, but I still run. She called for me, yet I couldn’t stop.

— No, no, no!

My legs, in betrayal of my hopes, kept me running. In reflex, I push an ajar door and roll inside.

“Iris!”

Professor chases.

“Hey, please open the door!”

“No, no!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Please don’t come here!”

I exclaimed, my back pressing the back of the door.

My chest grieves, as if it is pulled or squeezed: something is heavily pressing on it. It is the same feeling I had when I saw the white dress in her sister’s room.

Puking all the sultry feelings in my chest, I cry,

“I…”

On the floor upon my eyes,

“…don’t want to be abandoned!”

laid Professor’s broken glasses.

“I still want to stay here!”

I notice this room I am in right now her sister’s.

“I still want to be with Professor!”

I cry and sob like a child. My visual device is broken, tears overflowing along my cheeks.

I understand.

I am a substandard, broken product that did violence against the mild and gentle Professor, so I had to be thrown away. This is the fate of broken things.

Time has flown silently.

Quiet breathing sounds on the other side of the door huffed. She is waiting for me to open the door.

— No.

I stand up.

I am a robot Professor made to service herself. I can’t make her feel bad.

I move a step away from the door and say, “Professor, sorry. It’s okay now.”

I then open the door, looking at Professor.

“Iris, why so sudden?”

Professor looks at me in worry. Her left cheek is bruised in black and blue, seemingly in pain. Her right eye, with the bandage taken off, is swollen and red.

“Um…”

— No time is left.

“Can you do me a favor?”

— It is the final moment.

“What do you want me to do?”

Professor stares at me.

I open up my heart to her.

“Can you embrace me?”

“Eh…?”

“Professor!”

Not waiting for her reply, I fly into her arms.

“I-Iris?”

I hold her with both of my arms, my face buried in her ample breasts. Oozing a sweet fragrance, a soft and warm object embraces me. Like a child unwilling to leave his parents, I called to her again and again, and touched her with my face. My chest is hot, my internal devices meeting their melting point.

After a while, Professor says to herself, “Iris is such a spoiled child.”

Her arms gently hold my back.

“Yes. I’m a spoiled child.”

I bury my face in front of her chest, replying.

“Okay, let me spoil you more, then.”

“Yes.”

With that, I spent a short yet seemingly everlasting time with Professor.

And so…

“Can we now start?”

An electrical sound came suddenly.

I shoot a look, seeing the two crude robots at the door flashing with glee. I bite my lips, confirming my determination.

“Professor.”

Before parting, I let go of my wrists and look up to Professor.

“Thank you for all your care.”

“…eh?”

I quietly walk away from Professor.

I am Iris Rain Umbrella, all right, the robot of the famous Professor Umbrella. Now I have to walk with my own feet.

“Iris?”

“Goodbye, Professor.”

The two robots in front of me stretch their shoulders. I feel like a criminal surrendering herself. How silly.

“Can we start our recycling work now?”

The robots made an electrical sound again.

The Professor hesitates, but then says, “…sure, please.”

The robots then…

…did nothing to me.

— What?

The robots reply with an “Understood!” and passed through me and went into the room, taking out items from inside.

— What is going on?

I look at them, fazed. Not long, the clothes scattered on the bed have been tidied. The cardboard boxes have been piled up high at a corner in the room.

Professor directs the robots now and then, and more furniture were moved.

After thirty minutes.

With all their work done, the robots sit in their truck with all the cardboard boxes loaded and drive off.

“Pro-Professor?”

“What’s wrong?”

“When are you going to dispose of me?”

“What?” Professor blinked, “What do you mean?”

“Professor, you said you’re going to throw me away.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you had that phone call in your room yesterday…”

“Phone call?”

I then replay the data in my mental circuits. Professor’s voice echoes: “So even if it’s Iris’s… It’s better to dispose of it.”

“Hey, you heard all that.”

Professor said, without a change in tone.

“Iris, I meant it’s about time I had to throw away my sister’s remnants.”

“Rem-Remnants?”

“Of course, not all…but there’s a line I have to draw there.”

“…”

“So I called some old friend to arrange some robots to do the job.”

“…”

I am struck speechless.

“What’s all the fuss?”

“No-No…”

I control the skin on my mouth, pretending I wasn’t caught off guard.

“Nothing.”

[Epilogue]

Some time after that incident.

“Professor.”

I initiate a conversation with Professor after breakfast.

“What’s up?”

Professor turns around to look at me. The bruises on her face have vanished.

“I now know the answer to that question.”

“Okay.”

Professor folds the newspapers she have been reading and faces me anew.

“What do you want to do?” Professor repeats the question like singing, “This is the homework I left you.”

“Yes.”

“Let me hear your answer.”

“All right.”

I stare at Professor. I can only see, reflected in her beautiful jade iris, my sole presence.

“I have been puzzled of what feelings are. Where are they? I couldn’t find them wherever I go.”

“…”

Professor listens intently.

“But I understood now. Feelings cannot be found in a database. It isn’t something one can understood through logical induction. It’s…my own feelings are…”

At this moment, I softly press my chest.

“Right here.”

Right here indeed.

“I can feel it. When I thought I was abandoned, I can feel a strong feeling being pulled in my chest. It was painful yet precious. The burning feel in my chest is my feelings.”

Professor eyes at me. Her pond-like clear jade iris softly reflected my body.

Drip, drip. Raindrops hit the roof.

It has been raining since yesterday. When I came to abruptly, it has halted to a complete stop. Beyond the windows, a rainbow draws an arc along the blue, endless sky. Among the rainbow, Professor looks dazzling, like the goddess statue.

“Um…”

I commenced, nervously. “Yes?” Professor asked.

“is my answer correct?”

Professor quickly apologize, “Oh, sorry.”

“I was too happy. Your answer is correct, of course.”

— My answer is correct!

Her confirmation made my heart pound. This is a kind of feeling too, I guess.

Professor strokes my head, and tells me, “When your chest is pulled, as you say, that’s the feeling of depression.”

“Depression…”

I press my chest. That was depression. The feeling of one’s body being cut apart and pulled, a little sweeter feeling than pure pain.

“So here’s another question.”

Professor raises her finger.

“Iris, can you express your feelings right now verbally?”

“My feelings now?”

“Yes. What you feel at this very moment. Okay, let’s say, how do you feel after you have solved your homework?”

I press my chest and press harder to confirm my feelings. Professor is in front of me. Professor Umbrella, the beautiful Professor, the Professor who created me. This Professor is now looking at me, caressing me, praising me.

And so I give a name to the warm sensation overflowing in me.

“I am extremely…happy!”

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Iris on Rainy Days: My Homework

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This is a story about a female robot born on a rainy day.

This is a story about rainy days.

This is a story about a robot born on a rainy day, endeavouring.

[The First Day of Activation]

Connected.

— …

Energy is flowing within the body.

— Me.

Activated.

“…do you understand?”

The first sound I hear when I wake up is…

“…hey, do you understand?”

I slowly open my eyes. The first thing I see is a human—or perhaps a robot with human features, no—I can feel her breathing. She is a human all right.

“Can you hear me?”

She is a young female, with long black hair, a white face, and an artificial product on her face—glasses.

“Yes, I can hear you.”

This is the first time I hear my voice, a voice of a young girl. According to the data in my mental circuits, I am set at fifteen years old.

“How do you feel?”

She is staring at me.

“At the moment…main circuits and devices…have no abnormalities found.”

Lying down, I explain my condition in bits. My voice system is not tuned well.

“Okay, great.”

She nods lightly.

“Y-You are…”

My mental circuits are arranging my data.

The girl in front of me is Wendy von Umbrella, female, twenty-three years old, one hundred and sixty-five centimeters tall, confirming with registered user log…

Confirmation complete.

“Master.”

“Hm?”

“You are my master, the first registered user.”

My voice system has returned normal at last.

“Master, you say?”

She, my master, resting her cheeks on her index finger, moves her head towards me.

“Should I call you Wendy? Probably Miss Wendy? Okay. Let me check other combinations.”

I wait for her answer patiently.

“Oh, I know,” she gives an answer after twelve seconds, “Don’t call me master. Call me Professor, okay?”

“Professor?”

“Yes. This is what everyone calls me at the battlefield.”

— Registered user name changed to ‘Professor’.

“I understand, Professor.”

“Okay, good.”

Professor nods in satisfaction and touches my head with her finger. Then she gently moves her finger—this should be called ‘stroking’.

“So, Iris.”

Professor then calls me the first time with my name.

— Iris.

Correct. I am called Iris. My registered name is Iris Rain Umbrella, same as the data in my mental circuits.

“Try standing up.”

“Okay.”

I lift my upper body and stand on the floor from the bed.

Looking down, I see I am wearing a pink western-style dress. A dress is fastened around my waist, on top of it a white apron. A light white ornament is also on my head. This should be called a maid outfit.

“It suits you.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m Wendy von Umbrella. Nice to meet you again.”

Professor holds my hand.

Her hand is at thirty-two point one degrees, a bit cool for a human.

— Checking the surroundings.

I look around, checking my surroundings. The walls and the ceiling of the house is completely white as snow. The hard bed seems to be used for research, and…

— Checking sounds.

I can hear continuing dripping sounds—rain. Raindrops keep slapping on the glass windows, drawing many transparent curves.

Raindrops never stop to fall. Rain never ceases.

I am born on such a rainy day.

[The Third Day of Activation]

“I’m going out, Iris.”

“Take care, Professor.”

Professor waves her hand and heads to the short path outside the house. I bow and see her off.

When I turn back, in front of me were a large front garden and a large brick mansion. This is where I work, the royal Umbrella palace having three hundred years of history.

Walking over the green grass and passing through the front garden, I come to the door. Pushing it open, I see a grand hall covered with rug. With extremely bright branch chandeliers hanging on it, the ceiling shines on the large painting on the wall.

I walk to the hall with 2.2 meters per hour. Taking a glance at the wooden, bright stairs, I take a right turn at the corridor.

I place my hand on a box beside the wall. After some small clicking sounds, the wall slides and a club-like sweeping machine abruptly appears.

— Initiate Sweeping Process.

As I move around the hall, I swept with the machine. This work is usually done by a clean worm, as they can stick onto the floor and the ceiling and sweep, but they don’t seem to fit Professor’s tastes, so there isn’t any one in the Umbrella residence. “These crawling worms look filthy,” she said.

Bright Weather. 19.3 degrees Celsius. Humidity: 45.7%. The inner environment is very suitable for humans.

I continued sweeping silently. But since the uniform air conditioner installed on the walls have absorbed most dust, it isn’t really dirty here.

After twelve minutes, forty and one seconds, the sweeping process of the hall is done.

By the same token, I repeat the sweeping process in the corridor, the kitchen, and the research laboratory.

Not long, I open a door to some room. The furniture inside is lacking, deprived of any modern lifestyle. This is the Professor’s bedroom.

— Checking fragrance.

My smell device reacts.

— Comparing to data…confirming its composition…circlet cigarette made by the Cloud Company.

There are different types of smell different from the normal constituents of air in Professor’s room. They are the smell of the cigarette she smokes. Although it is called a cigarette, it is a replacement for tobacco made to let smokers quit smoking, emanating a thin fragrance of fresh peppermint.

Opening the window for some change of air, I then start to clean this room. This place isn’t really dirty as well, so I only spent eight minutes and twenty-six seconds, including tidying the blankets.

— Okay, next place.

I turn around to the next place that needed sweeping.

Something suddenly flashed beside the bed.

— This is…

My iris device contracted, discovering it a photo frame. Two girls are smiling in the wooden frame.

The tall one with long hair and glasses is the Professor.

On her side is a shorter girl wearing a dress with casual, brown, short hair.

— It really looks like me.

The girl in the photo resembles me very much, but I have never taken a photo with Professor, so that isn’t I.

Half a year ago, Professor’s sister passed away.

It was a car crash. Professor and her sister went out in the holidays for a car ride, and got themselves in a car crash. Professor was the one driving, and after being hit by another car, her sister who was sitting in the seat beside her lost her life.

Professor lost her only relative, falling in despair. So she created a robot with the exact appearance as her sister.

This robot is I.

In recent years, it isn’t uncommon to see robots like me, made for people passed away. Same as domestic robots and industrial robots, robots made for people passed away are a kind of commodity that businesses invent in. People who lost their loved ones, people who lost their couples in their old age—there are a spate of consumers who want robots for their deceased relatives.

These robots are proved by clinical psychology and consulting psychology for their ''healing'' effects. Even the local government subsidizes for these projects.

White skin, brown hair, and sky-blue round eyes. Having a height 2.67 centimeters shorter than an average girl of her age.

This is a robot made with the exact characteristics—height, body shape, hair color—as her sister. Its recognition code is HRM021-a. Its name is Iris Rain Umbrella. This robot is I.

In the photo, the other Iris is smiling. I intently stare at the smile of the girl who looks exactly like me. This Iris is a human who passed away. And looking at her is I, the robot Iris.

— Her sister is smiling.

The Iris in the photo is smiling to me.

I have never smiled once in my life since birth. Although the emotion function is installed in me, there has not been any need for it since Professor never demanded.

Standing beside her sister, Professor is smiling as well. Her face relaxed, she reveals her white, clean teeth. This smile is only shown when humans are elated.

And I have never seen such a smile on her.

[The Seventh Day of Activation]

That night, I was called to her bedroom.

I knock the door, hearing Professor’s voice:

“Please come in.”

“Sorry for intruding.”

Entering the room, I find Professor lying on her bed. Beside her bed, I can see the photo frame I saw yesterday reflected by the interior lights in the room.

“Do you have anything you want, Professor?”

“Yeah…”

Giving an unspecific answer, Professor pouts and say, “Come over here.” Listening her order, I come to the bed.

Midnight. This is the first time I am called at this time.

— Sex Service.

This keyword streamed in my mental circuits.

Regardless of industrial or industrial types, there are a lot of robots who provide sex service, occupying a considerable amount in the robot industry. Even behavior prohibited between humans can be done through robots since robots do not get pregnant.

So I have this sex service installed in me. And there is one single significance for such a thing.

“Professor.”

“Yes?”

“Please specify your demand.”

Without waiting for Professor’s answer, I undo the buttons one by one with my hand. I remove my upper shirt and then my skirt.

“Wait,” Professor said, “why are you taking off your clothes?”

My skirt has now reached my knees. I reply, “To provide sex service.”

“Sex?”

“I haven’t garnered data about your preferences on sex service, but I can provide you with satisfactory sex service once I make adjustments.”

“Ah, ah, I see.”

Professor makes a sound of both assent and helplessness.

“What should I do?”

With my skirt half-taken off, I face Professor again.

“Iris, do you think I am a person who enjoys those things?”

“Aren’t you?”

“I am not.”

“Professor, you're single and don’t have a boyfriend.”

“It’s none of your business.”

“What do you usually do to dispel your sexual desires?”

“I don’t need to tell you.”

Then Professor clears her throat and continues, “Anyway, I don’t have any interest to my same sex, and I don’t want you to provide that kind of service, Iris.”

“So why did you install the sex service in me?”

“This is just a standard setting.”

“Sex service isn’t a standard setting.”

“Okay…”

Professor tries hard to move her lips, and then stretches my hand to my side. She pulls my skirt back to my waist.

“Sit down.”

“Yes.”

I sit beside Professor. She takes off her shirt, puts it on my shoulder, and continues, “This is my usual proposition: sex service isn’t only for dispelling sexual desires.”

“Isn’t only for dispelling sexual desires?”

I can’t understand what Professor is saying.

So I ask, “So you mean there’s a kind of sex different from getting pregnant and giving birth?”

“Ahah, yeah…” Professor turns her head a little, “How do I put it. Sex is something to confirm the love between two people. It’s an expression of letting our skin touch each other, regardless we’re of the same sex or of the opposite.”

“…”

I listen intently.

“I think, Iris, you will have someone you love one day or the other. It might be a person of the same sex or of the opposite. Or even, it might not even be a human.”

With that said, Professor gently held my shoulders.

“As poetics say, ‘sex is a poetic expression of love’, sex is a nevertheless required event in love. So I installed sex service in you.”

In my mental circuits, the data handling process is running full-speed. My body, perhaps of this cause, starts to become hot.

“So in a not-so-distant future, when you hug with the person you love, I hope, Iris, your heart can beat like a real one.”

“Beat like a real one…”

I just stared at Professor since what she is saying is beyond my comprehension.

“It’s important, so we’ll talk about it later.”

With that said, Professor kisses on my forehead. Her soft lips touch my forehead and part.

— Ah…

“Goodnight, Iris.”

Squinting her amber eyes, she caresses my head.

“Goodnight, Professor.”

I bow deeply, and then left her bedroom.

On my way back to the research laboratory, I touch my forehead. It is where Professor touched with her lips.

— Isn’t this kiss a kind of sex service?

This idea came to my mind.

[The Tenth Day of Activation]

The tenth day after my birth.

I have been doing housework for these days. I expand the database for Professor’s preferences to increase the varieties of food. For breakfast, she eats bread; for lunch, she goes out to eat; for dinner, she has a set dinner. The brand of circlet cigarettes she uses is ‘BOUBLE CLOUD’. She likes light clothes.

I have grasped the structure of the large, royal Umbrella palace. All sorts of data, including the number of bedrooms, the length of the corridor, electric circuits and pipes, paintings, the storeroom for antique, and the safety system were all stored in my brain. There is almost nothing I don’t know about this house.

There is still one room I haven’t gone to. It is the room of Professor’s deceased sister—the room the human Iris Rain Umbrella had used. I believe the Professor meant to let it stay there just the way it is such that the room is the only room locked.

— the only one left is the small storage house.

That day, I concentrated on cleaning the small storage house. I slowly push the door to this brick house.

— Very dim.

The automatic lighting system seems to have broken down, making the small house dim and dull. I search for the manual switch on the wall near the entrance, but the dimness, along with a lot of furniture and commodities stacked together, rendered me unable to find the switch.

At this moment.

— Ah.

A banging sound came from the back, and the door closed. The interior of the house turns a complete black right after the last few light rays coming from the outside are shut off. I am trapped inside.

— Dark.

This is darkness, a closed space without any illumination.

— Ah, eeya?

I notice a sudden change at this instant.

— I can’t move?

My hands can’t move.

My legs can’t move.

I can’t even blink.

— System malfunction?

I check the status of my battery: 97.60%. It fits the standard level, and I should be capable of moving.

— How strange.

My movement circuits have lost their abilities. No matter how my mental circuits demand, my hand and legs wouldn't move. Why is this happening?

— Emergency Scan. Error Report. Please start reparation now.

The electric sound warned me. I try to scan, but failed. All my mobile functions are numb, and I can’t search for anything abnormal.

The world then turns darker.

— Ah!

Suddenly, my mental circuits die, and I fall on the floor.

— Ga…ga…gahh!

Stripped from any strength, I lie on the floor. Thud—with such a glamorous sound, I fall on the floor, and at the same time tangled tightly by electric coils. Then a large object—a wardrobe? No, maybe a bookshelf?—falls and presses my upper body. Even I see it coming straight at me, I can’t evade but let it injure me flatly.

— Error report. Error report. Error report. Error report!

Icy electric sounds sent out warnings repeatedly, but I can’t move, nor can I call for help.

With that, I sink into the abysmal electric swamp and lose my consciousness.

○

…Iris!

Someone.

…Iris!

Someone is calling me.

Like a bubble rising up from a deep sea, my mental circuits has at last returned normal.

“Iris, can you hear me?”

Opening my eyes, I see Professor’s face. Her brows are creased, showing her worry.

“Yes, I can hear you.”

I answered without doubt.

“That’s great.”

Professor throws herself on the chair. Her black hair covers part of her face, some coiling around her glasses. On her face is apparent fatigue.

“You have been sleeping for twelve hours.”

I check the clock in my body: it has been twelve hours and forty-six minutes since my system malfunctioned in the small storage house.

“How do you feel? Does anywhere hurt?”

“No. Nothing abnormal found in my main circuits and devices.”

“Okay…”

Professor gave a sigh of relief.

“I’m really sorry for troubling you.”

“Okay, you don’t have to be so formal.”

Professor shook her head.

“…can I ask a question?”

“What is it?”

“What was the reason?”

I asked the reason why my system died, as I didn’t find any abnormalities when I checked the data left in my mental circuits.

“Hm…” Professor looked down, “I’m not really sure as well.”

“Not really sure?”

“When I found you in the small storage house, I immediately scanned your whole body, but there was nothing abnormal in your mental circuits as well as the other circuits.”

Did that really happen?

“Your battery was full, and it’s not a forced shutdown due to overheating…”

“So the reason’s unknown?”

“I think so.”

Professor keeps her head low. This is a failure even the world-class engineer can’t explain, an unknown breakdown.

“Sorry.”

Professor apologizes to me.

“Why are you apologizing?”

I ask.

“Because I am the one held at fault. Did the sudden breakdown freak you out? I’m sorry, Iris.”

— Were you scared?

Professor’s words seemed like pebbles thrown into water, evoking ripples in my mental circuits.

— Scared?

Was I really scared back then? Did the sudden darkness scare me that I fell down? Would a robot like me really be afraid of the darkness?

I don’t know.

To seek for an answer, I look at Professor.

Her eyes, like glass windows wet from the rain, gleamed with damp radiance.

[The Fifteenth Day of Activation]

That day, Professor and I went out shopping.

“Iris, what do you want?”

“No. I don’t have anything I want.”

“Okay, then let me choose for you.”

We walk to the shopping district in front of the station. Professor walks to one of these shops with a banner ‘BOUTIQUE BLUESKY’. It is a female clothes shop.

“Iris, your limbs are long and fine. Your must look great with dresses.”

Having walked into the shop, Professor takes up a dress from the rainbow-like choices of clothes. The dress if white, light laces on the shoulder part.

“Do you like laces?”

When I ask Professor, she widens her eyes in surprise and answers, “Of course. I like them.”

“Do you like laces, Iris?”

“No. I’m not really fond of them.”

“Do you hate them?”

“No. I don't really hate them either.”

“So it’s decided.”

I take off the pink maid uniform in the dressing room and change to a white dress. When I brush off the curtains…

“Great. It really suits you.”

Professor nods in satisfaction.

“Turn a circle around where you are.”

“Turn a circle?”

“Yes, turn around like a ballet dancer.”

I follow her order and turn around. The dress catches some wind lightly and flips itself at my thighs.

“Let’s call it a day.”

With that said, Professor calls to the staff and pays for the dress.

While she is still paying, I look at myself in the mirror. Standing there is a fifteen-year-old young girl wearing a fresh dress. Under the laces are, I can see slightly, snow-white shoulders.

— It really suits me.

I suddenly remember the photo I saw in Professor’s bedroom.

The young girl in the photo also wears a white dress.

After it was bought, we return home.

Professor walks slowly on the main street of the shopping district. I follow behind her, keeping one-step distance from her. A large fountain is in the center of the plaza in front of the station, and in its center a large goddess statue. On the bench of the plaza sit a playing kid and his smiling mothers looking after him. There is also an old man feeding the pigeons—everything resembles a usual, everyday scene.

“This street was once bombed.”

The Professor starts talking as she continued walking.

“The town was almost drenched in flames. Only that goddess statue survived, miraculously.”

“Is it the Auvare bomb?”

“Yes. From then on, this goddess statue became the city’s symbol.”

“It’s still the most important heritage in this country.”

“That’s right.”

I chat with Professor while we walk. Professor looks much happier than usual.

“Oh.”

Professor suddenly stopped.

“What’s the matter?”

“Look, that.”

She points to an ad billboard in the shopping district, where a movie poster is posted. Red lines saying ‘Scary Village ~ Zombies won’t be healed even when they die’ run across the poster. At its side is a zombie-like man proudly lifting a human head.

“Woah. That’s pretty straightforward.” Professor shrugs in surprise and adds, “It looks pretty interesting.”

“Do you like scary movies?”

I asked.

“Yeah,” she answered.

“But to be specific, I like zombie movies.”

Professor likes zombie movies— I add another datum.

“The one I like the most is…um…how do I put it? It’s the one with zombies dancing along the music.”

“Please wait.”

I search with the keywords Professor said. The transmission antenna beside my ear glowed. This is a high-technology device with GPS, online connection, immediate termination, data immediate backup and many other functions. It looks like an headphone. Robots made in detail are mostly differentiated from humans with this antenna device.

My search finished after 0.1 seconds.

“Dancing With the Zombies. Aired nationally six years ago. This movie made the lowest postbox record at that time.”

“Ah yeah. When I watched it, there was no other viewer around. I was shocked.”

Professor likes unpopular movies— data input complete.

“There was a funk dance in the movie, and the zombies danced like this. It was really funny.”

Professor likes funk dance—

“Also, the zombies became extremely big when they combined. This idea’s a bit cliché, but it’s not bad.”

Professor likes combining things into big objects—

Professor continues to talk about zombie movies, seemingly excited. In my database, the tag zombie movies have been repeatedly used.

After talking about zombie movies in front of the huge zombie poster…

“Iris, what movies do you like?”

Professor suddenly asked me.

“Me…?”

I search for an answer to the question, but I don’t have any movies I like. So to say, I don’t even know what I like.

“I don’t know.”

“Then what do you want to watch?”

“I don’t know.”

“Hm, it can be something other than movies. Do you have something you want to do, somewhere you want to go to, or clothes you want to wear?”

I analyze every question she asked and search for an answer in my mental circuits.

“I’ll do anything if it's an order. I’ll go anywhere if it’s an order. I’ll wear any piece of clothing if it’s an order.”

“Iris.”

“What?”

“Are you fooling with me?”

“No.”

“Are you being serious?”

“I am.”

“Guuh…”

Professor made a moan I had never heard before.

“So I have homework for you.”

“Homework?”

“Before the end of next weekend, you have to think of what you want do.”

What I want to do— I immediately search, but I couldn’t find an answer.

“ You don’t have to make it hard. Do you want to travel? Do you want to buy some new clothes? Anything is fine.”

“Is this an order?”

“Yes. This is a plea, a plea.”

“So it’s not mandatory but voluntary?”

“Yeah, well, you can say it’s voluntary, but…” Professor smiles, ‘If you don’t do it properly, I’ll cut down your energy supply (no food).”

So it is mandatory.

[Twenty-two Days after Activation]

Then it came to the end of the following weekend.

“So Iris.”

On the sofa, Professor commences, crossing her long legs anew.

“Please tell me your answer to the question.”

“All right.”

Professor said with an acting-like strange way, but she looks at me with a malicious intent like a teenager.

“Let’s start off with the movie you like.”

I nod and say my prepared answer.

“I like zombie movies the most, especially Dancing With the Zombies.”

“Have you watched it?”

“Yes.”

“How’s it?”

“There were many zombies.”

“Is it interesting?”

“No.”

“…”

Professor’s brows trembles..

“Cough. So here’s the next question. What kind of clothes do you want to wear, Iris?”

“I want to wear clothes with laces, especially light maid uniform.”

“Okay, so you like maid uniform.”

“No, I don’t have any special interest.”

Professor’s cheeks are twitching.

“…so here’s the next one,” she says, but her interest seems to have declined, “What do you want to do, Iris?”

“Sex Service.”

“Iris.”

“What?”

“All you mentioned are not what you want to do but what you think I want to do, am I correct?”

With that said, Professor throws her hand, “Oh no, drop Sex Service out.”

“Is there any problem with my answers?”

“Big problem.”

Professor squeezes her eyes with her fingers and swipes them upwards.

“This is the first time I’ve heard a robot tell lies at such ease.”

“I didn’t lie.”

I refuted matter-of-factly.

“What you want to do is what I want to do. I didn’t lie.”

“You lied. You lied.”

“I didn’t lie.”

“I just don’t acknowledge it!”

Professor leaned her body on the chair heavily and lifted her head in exaggeration.

“Hm, twenty-three days are too short, indeed.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m saying you haven’t noticed your feelings, Iris.”

— Feelings.

I have been thinking about this this week. My feelings. What I want to do. What I like…

“Is it the Nurtured Self-awareness Acquisition Procedure included in the emotion functions?”

“Yeah, that.”

Human’s feelings are nurtured. The personality molded after a human is born decides his feelings.

Robots are, however, different. Robots are pre-adjusted to suit the needs and likes of their users. This can be said as the robot’s ‘nature’, as opposed to the nurtured personality of humans.

“Okay, Iris, please answer this question.”

“What question?”

“What actually is Nurtured Self-awareness Acquisition Procedure? Try to explain it briefly in twenty words.”

“It is the emotion function in robots to mold, change, or complement their fixed personality to suit their users’ life.”

“How many words were there?”

“Twenty words.”

“Wuu.” Professor oddly shows an expression of losing, “…so, what’s the usual name for the process?”

I acquire the answer with 0.1 seconds.

“The Growing Process.”

“Good.”

Professor claps.

“I gave you the growing process. So, it’s just like what I meant, I hope you can ‘grow’.”

“I…grow?”

“Yes. Look, hear, feel, and get troubled over different things. With that, you can grow. I hope you can grow slowly into an adult.”

“…”

I run my mental circuits full-speed, trying to understand what Professor said.

“What?”

“Yes?”

I couldn’t understand however I try, so I ask for Professor to further explain.

“Professor, why do you hope I can ‘grow’?”

“About this…”

Professor faces me again and softly squints her eyes as if looking at something bright.

“So you can have a good life even if you’re alone.”

○

Our life continues calmly.

In the morning, I cook. After Professor had breakfast, she goes to the research center to work. Before she comes back, I cook, do the laundry, clean, and do all sorts of housework. After that, in the evening, I go out the door to greet Professor.

Every day repeats itself.

I talk nearly everything with Professor. In the dinner we had just then, we talked about the actors in the television soap drama and how she would be spending her holidays— it is, from the perspective of humans, random chat.

Of course, we also talked about ‘my homework’.

What I wanted to do¬— to find this answer, I ran my mental circuits at full-speed. I asked Professor a lot of questions too, and I got different kinds of answers.

“Iris, you have attained ample ‘feelings’ and have gained your self-awareness. If you are really aware of this, then you can become more honest.”

“Become more honest…”

“Yeah.”

“I don’t quite understand.”

I say this every time I can’t find an answer.

“Professor, you can make decisions. I will follow them.”

“No, I won’t.”

Professor answered with a malicious tone and hit my head.

Then she will say as always, “You have to decide your own feelings.”

With that, I talked a lot with Professor. Days passed. Schedules were filled. The next Sunday, the holidays this month, the holiday next month were scheduled according to Professor’s plans. And I will keep on living peacefully…

That is what I think.

…Until that day.

[Thirty Days After Activation]

“Goodnight, Iris.”

“Goodnight, Professor.”

That day, after parting with Professor at her bedroom, I came to the corridor. All I have left is to go to the research laboratory, enter sleeping mode, and this day will be over.

— Thirty days. Seven hundred and twenty hours. Forty-three thousand and two hundred minutes. Two million and five-hundred-and-ninety-two thousand seconds.

As I walk along the corridor, I look back on everything that has happened.

It has been one month since my birth. I have acclimatized to the lifestyle of this house. Cooking, doing laundry, cleaning—I have become adept at these chores. I can be certain that I am capable of regular housework for robots.

While I savor the bits and pieces of this month…

— Ah.

I found the third room counting from the end glowing.

— It is her sister’s room.

How strange. I should have turned off the lights when I shut the door.

— What is wrong?

For one moment, I thought of waking up Professor, but it’s already bedtime. If I wake the user up in non-emergency situations, it will just make the user unsatisfied.

— I will first check what happened.

I quicken my pace to the glowing room.

After eleven seconds, I have come to the room. The light indeed is coming from her sister’s room.

— It is open…

Rays of light slip from the door gap. I have never, since my birth, seen this room been open.

— What should I do?

There are no reports being sent from this house’s security system, but if I don’t go in, I cannot be sure whether there are intruders.

I put my hand on the knob and give the door a light push.

I enter the room.

— Search Initiation.

This room’s setting and spanning area is quite the same with other rooms, only that this room is decorated mainly by pink. The curtains with reserved flower patterns hint this came from a girl’s interest. The bear plushies on the table are placed at the side, and a row of poems and classics are placed on the bookshelf.

— This is her sister’s room.

I first check whether the windows are closed. I see they have been locked and have no trace of being opened. Also, I check the room according to the burglar handbook in my mental circuits, and there is nothing abnormal found.

— Professor must have entered this room and forgot to turn off the lights.

A plausible answer is deduced. It seems fine.

— But why now?

I have never seen Professor enter this room. Though for no apparent reason, Professor seems to be always avoiding this room, which I can tell from her usual behavior.

There are several clothes on the bed. Instead of being put, they looked more like being scattered there. The messy scene they portray seems to be someone who had been trying them out before she was going out and had left the ones she didn’t wear here.

This probably was what happened ‘that day’.

Half a year ago, ‘that day’ when her sister passed away. In the morning, Professor and her sister went out in their car. Her sister agonized over which clothes she should wear, and got out without tidying them up. And Professor left the room as it was…this is probably what happened.

“Ah…”

There is also a dress among the scattered clothes. It is white, designed adorably, and laced on its shoulder parts.

When I came to, I am pressing my chest. My hands are tightly pressing my chest as if I am bearing pain.

— Eeya?

I can’t understand why I am doing this. Why am I pressing my chest?

For the time being, I can’t let my eyes leave her sister’s dress.

— After five minutes.

The electric sound told me the amount of time passed, and at this moment…

With a ticking sound, the lights were off.

The room is pitch black.

○

Thrown into darkness, I fall down again. I stop working for no apparent reason, like what happened in the small storage house.

— Dark.

After falling down in the dark room, I had a weird dream. I am conscious, but I can see hallucinations— or what humans call daydreams.

— I…

This is ''my'' memory. This is when I was ''I''. This is what I call ''my'' memories.

I close my eyes in the darkness, cringing, trembling. The darkness, the constricting space, the fetid odor, and the black scene all pressed on my body in this room.

I was trapped in this dark room for a long time. One day, two days, or perhaps longer? Trapped inside, I didn’t sleep or pass out, just waited for something.

Then the time came. Light beams shoot into the dark room. In the brightness is a large person, expanding as if it is going to swallow me…

○

“Iris?!”

When Professor opened the door, five minutes and twenty-one seconds has passed since my abnormalities. She noticed the immediate signals I had sent her.

“Wh-What’s wrong?!”

Professor runs to my side. I sit on the floor, shivering, like a human numb by coldness, trembling.

It’s going to be fine, Iris. Calm down.”

Professor touches my body. She unbuckles the buttons for me and reaches for my chest. She is going to repair me.

I know this, yet…

“Stop!”

I screamed in reflex.

“What?”

Professor looks at me in shock.

— What is that?

Even I am shocked by what I said, but words just come out.

“Stop! Don’t touch me!”

I can’t understand. I…I…I am dizzy, like a human who can’t straighten himself up after seeing something terrible. I back off, my buttocks moving against the floor.

“Iris?”

Professor throws glances of taken aback at me. Still, hysterical words keep coming out of my mouth, “Stop! Please don’t come! I beg you!”

“Calm down. It’s fine! Leave it to me…”

“Don’t come here!”

In the next moment.

A deafening sound is heard.

I suddenly raised my shoulders and hit Professor’s face. She makes a short moan. In the faint brightness, there are flashing pieces spreading apart in front of my eyes. For an instant, I realize that Professor’s glasses are broken, their frame bent and fallen on the floor, and…

Professor also fell down.

— Ah, wuah, wuaghhh!

My arms still swung, I freeze and fall into chaos.

Professor lie flat on the floor, not moving an inch. Red liquid flows incessantly from her face (blood), gradually reaching my feet.

— Wuiaghhh!”

I...just then…

Hit Professor.

Hit her.

Hit her.

Hit her.

Wuaghhh!”

I can’t remember anything after that.

[Thirty-one Days after Activation]

I open my eyes.

“Iris?”

It is Professor’s voice.

I check the clock in my body: eighteen hours have passed.

“Professor…”

My eyes focused on her face.

Her right eyes were under large wraps, a faint color of red oozing out of the wraps. Her cheeks were purple, seemingly in pain. And she isn’t wearing glasses.

“Ah, ah…”

“Great. You have woken up. How do you feel?”

“Professor, leave that for now. Y-You’re injured.”

“Ahah, this?” Professor touched the wraps on her face unconcerned, “Don’t mind this. The doctor only made it a bit too exaggerated.”

“B-But…”

“Let’s talk about your first. How do you feel? Is anywhere abnormal in your body?”

Even though I made such an outrageous deed, Professor still worry for me.

I exerted violence on humans. I am a malfunctioning robot, a substandard machine, a piece of trash, yet…

“Professor.”

“What’s wrong?”

“U-Um…”

I avert my eyes from her and ask a question I asked before.

“What’s the reason?”

“Sorry” Professor apologized sincerely, “I don’t know the reason this time as well, but…”

“But?”

“Perhaps it's a trauma.”

“A trauma?”

“This is all based on speculation,” Professor blinks more, “This trauma may be some past mental injury or activated instantaneously when it is dark.”

“Hold on a moment. You say past mental injury, but what really is my past?”

“That’s…”

Professor’s face became sullen. She squeezes her lips and look down.

“Sorry, I have no idea.”

Professor said softly.

Questions still puzzle me, but I stop asking. The sorrow in her eyes ceases me from saying anything.

“Oh, by the way.”

Professor found something to say after a while of silence.

“You’re still wearing that. Do you want to change?”

“Okay.”

I stand up.

“Okay, sleep well. I’ll bring you clothes.”

Professor walks out of the room.

My eyes follow her.

— a trauma. A mental scar from the past.

I softly touch my chest.

Then I begin thinking.

Who am I?

○

I had a dream.

If you ask whether robots would also dream, I would tell you there were not such cases before. This might be evoked by the sophisticated mental circuits in me, or perhaps the massive data being disarrayed. Pieces of images were thrown at me like a broken projector.

— Good morning, Iris.

Sleepy, Professor adjusts her glasses.

— I’m off, Iris.

Professor’s black hair flutters as she leaves the house.

— Goodnight, Iris.

Professor strokes my head.

These shards of streaming clips are related to Professor. I want to touch them, yet they vanish like a mirage in the desert.

— Professor!

I stretch my hand.

— Professor! Wait for me!

[Thirty-two Days after Activation]

The following day, Professor did not go to work.

After the silent breakfast, Professor says,

“Today’s a paid holiday. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”

She twitches her bruised face, forces a smile, and staggers to her room.

I know.

Yesterday night, Professor kept moaning in her dreams. I was the culprit, obviously. She pretended in front of me, but I know she is under great pain.

I look at my right hand.

This metal arm was thrown at her back then. Its power is the same as an adult male hitting her face with a weapon.

That strike might have killed Professor. I…might have killed her.

Even after noon, Professor didn’t come out from her room.

When I ask her what she wants to eat for lunch, she only, behind the door, gave a short reply, “I don’t have an appetite. With that, I just stood there in the corridor.

At six, when I ask her what she wants to eat for dinner, she gave no reply. I want to open the door to check, but I feel I have no rights.

— Professor.

I ball my fists in front of my chest.

She was so nice to me, yet I returned only trouble. She wasn’t angry, and even repaired me, worried for me, and smiled at me. She did all that for me—all that for this substandard product.

Professor’s face begin to spin in my mental circuits again. She appears in my mind here and there, like the dream I had yesterday.

At this moment,

“…oh, yes.”

I suddenly hear Professor’s voice. Surprised, I lift my head.

“oh…no. I’m telling you, that’s…”

Professor’s voice came through the door. She seems to be talking to someone through the phone.

“No, Iris…”

I have a bad feeling. Professor spoke my name.

— Is she talking about me?

I listen intently, increasing the sensitivity of my hearing device. Actually, it is forbidden to eavesdrop, but I have lost control over myself.

“So even if it’s Iris’s…”

The next moment, I freeze completely.

“It’s better to dispose of it.”

[Thirty-three Days after Activation]

The following day, it is raining cats and dogs.

Under the windy rain, an alien truck parked in front of the Umbrella Palace. Two working robots came out from the weight-loading machine.

— Guests.

The electric notification rang in my mental circuits.

“Iris!”

Professor’s voice came from below the stairs.

“Iris, where are you!”

My legs are trembling.

I am a robot Professor made to service herself. Now she is calling me.

— I must go.

I try walking forward, but my body opposes my wishes.

— Professor is calling me: I must go.

Several times I tried walking forward, but all to vain. For long, I have been standing on the staircase, not moving an inch. While I had been fighting over myself, the robots have already came inside the palace. They were heavy-duty robots with belts on—robots most fit to dispose of faulty robots.

“Iris?”

Professor is at the living room. Seeing me standing on the staircase, she smiles and say, “Oh, you’re here.”

— So I have to be disposed of after all.

“Wu, ahh…”

I back off.

“Iris?”

— What is going on in me?

I press my chest. A force is constraining my chest, greater and greater.

“No!”

When I came to, I had blurted out.

“I don’t want this!”

I cried, running off like a rabbit on loose.

“Hey, wait, Iris!”

I heard Professor’s surprised voice, yet I keep running along the corridor.

I run, and Professor chases, but I still run. She called for me, yet I couldn’t stop.

— No, no, no!

My legs, in betrayal of my hopes, kept me running. In reflex, I push an ajar door and roll inside.

“Iris!”

Professor chases.

“Hey, please open the door!”

“No, no!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Please don’t come here!”

I exclaimed, my back pressing the back of the door.

My chest grieves, as if it is pulled or squeezed: something is heavily pressing on it. It is the same feeling I had when I saw the white dress in her sister’s room.

Puking all the sultry feelings in my chest, I cry,

“I…”

On the floor upon my eyes,

“…don’t want to be abandoned!”

laid Professor’s broken glasses.

“I still want to stay here!”

I notice this room I am in right now her sister’s.

“I still want to be with Professor!”

I cry and sob like a child. My visual device is broken, tears overflowing along my cheeks.

I understand.

I am a substandard, broken product that did violence against the mild and gentle Professor, so I had to be thrown away. This is the fate of broken things.

Time has flown silently.

Quiet breathing sounds on the other side of the door huffed. She is waiting for me to open the door.

— No.

I stand up.

I am a robot Professor made to service herself. I can’t make her feel bad.

I move away from the door a step and say, “Professor, sorry. It’s okay now.”

I then open the door, looking at Professor.

“Iris, what’s all so sudden?”

Professor looks at me in worry. Her left cheek is bruised in black and blue, seemingly in pain. Her right eye, with the bandage taken off, is swollen and red.

“Um…”

— No time is left.

“Can you do me a favor?”

— It is the final moment.

“What do you want me to do?”

Professor stares at me.

I open up my heart to her.

“Can you embrace me?”

“Eh…?”

“Professor!”

Not waiting for her reply, I fly into her arms.

“I-Iris?”

I hold her with both of my arms, my face buried in her ample breasts. Oozing a sweet fragrance, a soft and warm object embraces me. Like a child unwilling to leave his parents, I called to her again and again, and touched her with my face. My chest is hot, my internal devices meeting their melting point.

After a while, Professor says to herself, “Iris is such a spoiled child.”

Her arms gently hold my back.

“Yes. I’m a spoiled child.”

I bury my face in front of her chest, replying.

“Okay, let me spoil you more, then.”

“Yes.”

With that, I spent a short yet seemingly everlasting time with Professor.

And so…

“Can we now start?”

An electrical sound came suddenly.

I shoot a look, seeing the two crude robots at the door flashing with glee. I bite my lips, confirming my determination.

“Professor.”

Before parting, I let go of my wrists and look up at Professor.

“Thank you for all the care.”

“…eh?”

I quietly walk away from Professor.

I am Iris Rain Umbrella, all right, the robot of the famous Professor Umbrella. Now I have to walk with my own feet.

“Iris?”

“Goodbye, Professor.”

The two robots in front of me stretch their shoulders. I feel like a criminal surrendering herself. How silly.

“Can we start our recycling work now?”

The robots made an electrical sound again.

The Professor hesitates, but then says, “…sure, please.”

The robots then…

…did nothing to me.

— What?

The robots reply with an “Understood!” and passed through me and went into the room, taking out items from inside.

— What is going on?

I look at them, fazed. Not long, the clothes scattered on the bed have been tidied. The cardboard boxes have been piled up high at a corner in the room.

Professor directs the robots now and then, like moving furniture.

After thirty minutes.

With all their work done, the robots sit in the truck with all the cardboard boxes loaded and drive off.

“Pro-Professor?”

“What’s wrong?”

“When are you going to dispose of me?”

“What?” Professor blinked, “What do you mean?”

“Professor, you said you’re going to throw me away.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you had that phone call in your room yesterday…”

“Phone call?”

I then replay the data in my mental circuits. Professor’s voice echoes: “So even if it’s Iris’s… It’s better to dispose of it.”

“Hey, you heard all that.”

Professor said, without a change in tone.

“Iris, I meant it’s about time I had to throw away my sister’s remnants.”

“Rem-Remnants?”

“Of course, not all…but there’s a line I have to draw there.”

“…”

“So I called some old friend to arrange some robots to do the job.”

“…”

I am struck speechless.

“What’s all the fuss?”

“No-No…”

I control the skin on my mouth, pretending I wasn’t caught off.

“Nothing.”

[Epilogue]

Some time after that incident.

“Professor.”

I strike off a conversation with Professor after breakfast.

“What’s up?”

Professor turns around to look at me. The bruises on her face have vanished.

“I now know the answer to that question.”

“Okay.”

Professor folds the newspapers she have been reading and faces me anew.

“What do you want to do?” Professor repeats the question like singing, “This is the homework I left you.”

“Yes.”

“Let me hear your answer.”

“All right.”

I stare at Professor. I can only see, reflected in her beautiful jade iris, my sole presence.

“I have been puzzled of what feelings are. Where are they? I couldn’t find them wherever I go.”

“…”

Professor listens intently.

“But I understood now. Feelings cannot be found in a database. It isn’t something one can understood through logical induction. It’s…my own feelings are…”

At this moment, I softly press my chest.

“Right here.”

Right here indeed.

“I can feel it. When I thought I was abandoned, I can feel a strong feeling being pulled in my chest. It was painful yet precious. The burning feel in my chest is my feelings.”

Professor eyes at me. Her pond-like clear jade iris softly reflected my body.

Drip, drip. Raindrops hit the roof.

It has been raining since yesterday. When I came to abruptly, it has halted to a complete stop. Beyond the windows, a rainbow draws an arc along the blue, endless sky. Among the rainbow, Professor looks dazzling, like the goddess statue.

“Um…”

I commenced, nervously. “Yes?” Professor asked.

“is my answer correct?”

Professor quickly apologize, “Oh, sorry.”

“I was too happy. Your answer is correct, of course.”

— My answer is correct!

Her confirmation made my heart pound. This is a kind of feeling too, I guess.

Professor strokes my head, and tells me, “When your chest is pulled, as you say, that’s the feeling of depression.”

“Depression…”

I press my chest. That was depression. The feeling of one’s body being cut apart and pulled, a little sweeter feeling than pure pain.

“So here’s another question.”

Professor raises her finger.

“Iris, can you express your feelings right now verbally?”

“My feelings now?”

“Yes. What you feel at this very moment. Okay, let’s say, how do you feel after you have solved your homework?”

I press my chest and press harder to confirm my feelings. Professor is in front of me. Professor Umbrella, the beautiful Professor, the Professor who created me. This Professor is now looking at me, caressing me, praising me.

And so I give a name to the warm sensation overflowing in me.

“I am extremely…happy!”

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2015-04-08T14:29:23Z

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===Our Song: World's End===

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And then, our paths crossed.

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The supermarket was embraced with silence and dimness.

Alone, I walked around the shop like a migrating fish. Vacuum-packed rice, a sardine can, and a bottle of mineral water were things I placed into the basket.

I stopped in front of the magazine rack.

Even though winter had come, the magazines placed here showed only things related to summer. Idols wearing swimming suits smiled in the covers of these magazines. I also tried to smile like those idols, but my reflected face in the glass of the windows contained no intention of a smile. Even if this is an idol’s smile, I would say, you won’t feel happy if you see it every day.

With everything needed, I went out of the supermarket.

Of course, I didn’t pay.

Humans who worked as cashiers didn’t exist any longer.

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I ate my dinner beside the buzzing, noisy electric generator.

I heated the vacuum-packed rice, opened the can of sardine, and drank the bottle of mineral water.

My room was on the peripherals of Nishi-shinjuku, a single room spanning only six tatamis. Through the small window, vaguely, I could see high-rise buildings as well as monochromatic and widely arranged streets, everything shrouded by the moonlight tonight. There were no families with their lights on: the tall residential buildings resembled black gravestones.

Perhaps they were really gravestones, for humans didn’t exist any longer.

Actually, as a university student, I had no idea of why it happened.

At first, I only saw in a newspaper report that a mysterious fever was found in Central America. Not long after, it became a widespread pandemic in America. Following America was Europe, and then Africa, and Asia…the plague reached the whole world. Probably no one knew why or when the plague started.

Most humans didn’t make it.

Only after half a year, the human race was exterminated.

To tell the truth, even I didn’t know why I was still living.

Perhaps I was lucky, or perhaps I had some special antibody in me.

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Pang.

Pang.

The ball repeatedly hit the wall, making such sounds. I played tennis now and then. Certainly, there was no one who could play tennis with me, so I was just playing with the wall.

Pang.

Pang.

The ball kept flying to and fro the wall and me.

Soon I got tired and lay on the ground.

Azure sky.

Chirping birds.

Fresh air.

Although humans were exterminated, the world hadn’t changed a bit.

Some might think this unbelievable, but I thought this natural. Humans had always remained an insignificant existence.

Closing my eyes, I regulated my breathing patterns leisurely.

Not long after, suddenly, I heard meowing sounds from cats somewhere. They meowed and purred. How strange: I had always thought that cats purr like this usually to ask humans for food, but there were no humans, hence no reason for them to purr. Still their purring sounds approached gradually.

I got up in a panic.

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I was shocked.

A girl was strolling on the path in the park. Behind her were countless cats—black cats, white cats, dark brown cats, multicoloured cats, kittens…

The number was way over a hundred.

“Um…”

I made a voice in reflex. It had been five months since I last saw a human. This was why I thought I was the only human and didn’t believe anyone else existed. Maybe the person in front of me was only a hallucination, a hallucination made because I couldn’t stand being alone.

She noticed me.

“What should I do with these cats?”

She said, puzzled.

“I gave them a bit of food, and now all of them are following me.”

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There were people of all sorts in this world.

They really existed.

Humans in their last moments would expose their ugliest facades.

Therefore, it was difficult to retain sanity. Even for me, I might go berserk if I continue living alone. Perhaps I had already gone berserk.

This is what she said on that night.

“I’m an investigation body.”

“An investigation body?”

“This planet’s intellectual beings are being exterminated. Before its complete extermination, I have to make records.”

“So you’re a cosmic being?”

“A bit different. I’m an investigation body, not a cosmic being. Living machines do exist.”

I nodded carefully.

“Are you appearing as a human so as not to scare me away?”

“Yeah. You understand quite quickly.”

Insisting with the reason to investigate me, she started living with me.

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When asked about her name, she said, “What is a name?”

“It’s a way to refer to individuals.”

“Okay, I understand. I don’t have one, that is. You can decide for me.”

“So let’s name you ''Snow''.”

I named her ''Snow'' because it was winter.

Was it too simple?

I didn’t believe in everything she said, but I could tell ''Snow'' was a strange person from head to toe.

She didn’t know anything.

She destroyed the vacuum-packed rice by overheating it.

She kept on biting the can with her teeth.

She obstinately believed that there was a living being in the electric generator.

When she was once asleep, I stole a peek at her face.

She slept soundly, her breathing patterns extremely stable. She looked just like another other girl. But if you have to insist that she was a living machine, I wouldn't deny the possibility.

On her arm, however, there was a strange mark.

It looked like a symbol.

A cosmic being?

An investigation body?

Who knows?

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I taught her how to play tennis.

Pang.

Pang.

The ball kept flying to and fro her and me.

Pang.

Pang.

Gradually, she became adept at it.

Pang.

Pang.

The ball kept flying to and fro her and me.

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When were done playing tennis, we came to a corner in the park.

The large, symbolic oak was standing there.

Kana was sleeping endlessly at its roots.

“What is this?”

''Snow'' asked me, pointing at the wooden plank stuck there.

“She’s a person I’m a bit familiar with. People are buried here after they die.”

“So you humans bury dead people underground?”

“You're right.”

“So you come here for a look now and then?”

“Yeah.”

I inverted the bottle of water, its contents splattering on the roots of the oak, soaked up by the soil.

“It would be great if I could have a can of peach.”

“A can of peach?”

“I could get my spirits up if I had one.”

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I met Kana in this park.

She was lying on the road.

Dirt was all over her body, her clothes ragged, no shoes on her. When I held her, her body was as hot as a pocket warmer: she was already sick.

Even so, I took her to my room and took care of her.

After three days of high fever and nightmares, she woke up.

“N-No…”

Looking at me, she made sounds of hysterical fear.

Humans in their last moments would expose their ugliest facades.

Kana wasn’t willing to believe me no matter how.

She threw deeply suspicious glances at me and would even tremble incessantly when near me. While she slept at night, she would lock herself in the small restroom, holding its key tightly.

It was on the seventh day that I could, having gone through much effort, see her smile.

When asked what she wanted to eat, she said, “A can of peach.”

So I went to the supermarket in the adjacent street to find her one, as there were none in the supermarket in this street.

After two hours of hard work, I found it and gave her.

“Thank you.”

It was a sobbing yet smiling face.

And this was the last smile I saw.

The next morning, she stopped breathing.

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In the night, ''Snow'' brought me back from my reminiscing of Kana.

“Kazufumi, you look strange.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been murmuring for a while.”

“I thought about something.”

“Do humans murmur when they think about things?”

“It depends on what they’re thinking.”

Something wavered lightly in my heart.

The world was shrouded by the radiance of the moon.

The moonlight was like the sea.

I had lost everything I could have.

The world was sinking to the bottom of the sea.

Wavering and fluttering.

I had stopped thinking about what I want to have.

Nothing would be lost if nothing was attained.

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Even when humans didn’t exist any longer, the sun would still rise and set; the wind would still get colder. Something was also changing in my heart, certainly, but I would never know what or why.

“Kazufumi, what’s wrong?”

''Snow'' asked.

“I don’t feel like murmuring lately. I want to go somewhere right now,” I said, putting on my coat, “I have something to do. I’m going out.”

“Okay, I’m going as well.”

“You don’t have to go. I’m in a rush.”

I dashed out in a flurry, dispelling ''Snow’s'' face and her worried eyes away from my head forcibly. Nothing would be lost if nothing was attained…

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I walked pointlessly.

My ears were being slapped by the chilly wind, my toes numb. Even so, I kept walking, for there was no destination.

It might be great if I happen to end up walking to the South Pole.

Simply leaving this town might be great.

I would live in solitude again: to wake up alone; to eat alone; to sleep alone. No one could perturb me; no one could destroy me. Isn’t it great to abandon it before it gets lost? Nothing is simpler than this. ''Snow'' might become lonely for a while, but she would soon accommodate.

I thought about this quite seriously.

After a while, I saw the Shinjuku station.

Without further consideration, I passed through the ticket entrance and went inside.

“Hey, Good morning!”

Following the bright voice, I found my way to the platform for the twelfth track.

There stood a middle-aged man who wore a gray suit, a white shirt, and a blue tie.

So there were still survivors…

While I was still surprised, the middle-aged man said, “The train is late.”

“What?”

“This is a problem. I have an appointment, you see.”

The middle-aged man burst into laughter.

A closer look revealed his jacket wrinkled.

The chest part of his shirt was also tainted by oil.

Radiance of madness filled his eyes.

Why didn’t the train come?

“How great would it be if the train came earlier!”

I exclaimed and dashed away from the platform, fleeting down the stairs, skipping a tread in every step.

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When I returned to my room, I couldn't find ''Snow''.

“''Snow''?”

Only my sound reverberated in the small room.

I waited for one hour.

I waited for two hours.

I waited for three hours.

''Snow'' didn’t return.

The setting sun dyed the world crimson.

I looked for ''Snow'' under such light rays. The supermarket we frequented—she wasn’t there; the library on the slope—she wasn’t there; the tennis court—she wasn’t there.

Suddenly, I remembered something and headed to the place where Kana rested.

Cat grass was placed on the roots of the oak.

“She came here…”

I once told her an important offering had to be placed in front of a grave.

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“You’re wrong, ''Snow''!”

When I came to, I was running and speaking to myself.

“Kana won’t be happy if you offer her cat grass.”

I looked everywhere: the dark park, alleys between the buildings, the two sides of the highway marked by graffiti—I kept running despite my breathing difficulties. I kept calling her name, my voice reverberating in the empty city.

Fear and anxiety drove me almost crazy. I started to question myself.

Why am I pushing myself so far? Isn’t she just a girl with a weird personality? Who cares where she came from or where she will go? Look, am I not alone as I wished? But why am I calling for her? Why am I running? What am I seeking?

''Snow''! Where are you?!

Suddenly, something flew from the byway.

A dark brown cat.

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In succession, the cats appeared.

Black cats, white cats, dark brown cats, multicoloiured cats, kittens…

I stared into the end of the byway.

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''Snow'' was there.

She was walking here, leading several hundred cats.

When she saw me, she smiled.

“I gave them a bit of food, and now all of them are following me.”

“Where…Where did you go?”

I was panting; I was seeking.

She gave me a cylindrical object.

“I guess, Kazufumi, you will get your spirits up if you have this.”

A can of peach.

“I couldn’t find it in the supermarket we frequent, so I had to look for it in a shop far away.”

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Several hundred cats were purring and meowing around us.

“The kittens sound like singing.”

Hearing their purrs, ''Snow'' said. Her lips were frozen to purple by the cold; her cheeks were red. Just where did she go for that can of peach?

“Like a happy song…”

In the middle of her words, I embraced her without further consideration. I felt, unexpectedly, in this first embrace, her cold body.

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Yet her breaths were warm.

Warmer than anything.

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Didn’t ''Snow'' come here to make records of me?

If she really were an investigation body—

sorrow, happiness, despair, hope, even love and the feeling of having something lost—

would be recorded indifferently.

“Let’s head back, ''Snow''.”

My voice trembling, I said.

“To our home.”

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2014-12-13T03:23:07Z

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== Things I intend to finish (Short list in priority) ==
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Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora

2014-10-02T12:18:02Z

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Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora (半分の月がのぼる空) is a light novel series written by Tsumugu Hashimoto and illustrated by Keiji Yamamoto. The series is completed in 8 volumes.

==Story Synopsis==

I was suddenly hospitalized. For me, it was like an early winter vacation.

In the hospital, there was a girl the same age as I. Her name was Rika. She was selfish. Like she was a queen. But, her selfishness was inevitable...

From time to time, Rika becomes silent.

She just stares at Houdaiyama.

Though I'm beside her, she ignores me completely.

When will my hands reach her? When will I be able to bring her to the place she dreams of----?

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==The ''Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora'' series by Tsumugu Hashimoto==

===Volume 1 - Looking at the Half-moon ([[HanTsuki:Volume 1|Full Text]] - [http://www.mediafire.com/view/fvj7wc5p6qcat7d/Hantsuki%2001%20-%20Looking%20at%20the%20Half-moon.pdf PDF]) ===

The half moon shined. Its light illuminated us----

*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Prologue|Prologue]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : Akiko-san, a girl and Akutagawa Ryunosuke]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 : Our World Has Its End]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : The Road to the Turret Mountain]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Epilogue|Epilogue]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Afterword|Afterword]]

===Volume 2 - Waiting for the Half-moon===
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Prologue|Prologue]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : The Armageddon of Yuichi's Collection I]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 : The Armageddon of Yuichi's Collection II]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : The Armageddon of Yuichi's Collection III]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Epilogue|Epilogue]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Afterword|Afterword]]

===Volume 3 - Wishing upon the Half-moon===
*Prologue
*Chapter 1
*Chapter 2
*Chapter 3
*Epilogue
*Afterword

===Volume 4 - Grabbing at the Half-moon===
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Prologue|Prologue : The Worst Ending]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : Warm Days]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 : Natsume Gorou's Ups and Downs I]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : Natsume Gorou's Ups and Downs II]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 4|Chapter 4 : Our Two Hands]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Afterword|Afterword]]

===Volume 5 - Long Walk under the Half-moon===
*Prologue
*Chapter 1
*Chapter 2
*Chapter 3
*Epilogue

===Volume 6 - Life Goes On===
*Prologue
*Chapter 1
*Chapter 2
*Chapter 3
*Epilogue
*Afterword

===Volume 7 - Another Side of the Moon - First Quarter ===
*Introduction
*Rain (First) fandabgo
*(find my way)
*(a cat never die)
*Golden Memories (water)
*Afterword

===Volume 8 - Another Side of the Moon - Last Quarter ===
*Introduction
*Rain (Last)
*Dragonfly
*(to be translated)
*Your summer has left
*Afterword

===Side Stories===
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==Series Overview==
*半分の月がのぼる空―looking up at the half‐moon (電撃文庫)--October 2003--ISBN 978-4840224888
*半分の月がのぼる空〈2〉waiting for the half‐moon (電撃文庫)--February 2004--ISBN 978-4840226066
*半分の月がのぼる空〈3〉wishing upon the half‐moon (電撃文庫)--September 2004--978-4840227834
*半分の月がのぼる空〈4〉 grabbing at the half-moon (電撃文庫)--February 2005--ISBN 978-4840229364
*半分の月がのぼる空〈5〉 long walk under the half-moon (電撃文庫)--September 2005--ISBN 978-4840231459
*半分の月がのぼる空〈6〉(電撃文庫)--February 2006--ISBN 978-4840233064
*半分の月がのぼる空〈7〉another side of the moon―first quarter (電撃文庫)--June 2006--ISBN 978-4840234504
*半分の月がのぼる空〈8〉another side of the moon-last quarter (電撃文庫) --August 2006--ISBN 978-4840235198

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2014-08-29T01:57:19Z

Pudding321:

==Kokoro Connect==

Thank you very much for translating Kokoro Connect! :)

thanks for Kokoro Connect. I am interested in that since they announced the anime

Thanks for translating Kokoro Connect! [[User:Kira0802|Kira]] ([[User_talk:Kira0802|Talk]]) 10:24, 17 June 2012 (CDT)

Created a registration page for the series, http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=Kokoro_Connect:Registration_Page you can use it to register chapters and mark when you complete them --[[User:Ff7 freak|Ff7 freak]] 00:44, 18 June 2012 (CDT)

Greetings,thank you for translating Kokoro Connect and thank you very much for introducing it.Oh,and a great way for marking the start of the suspense too(if I may say so).Good luck on your translation.Have a good day.--[[User:User753|User753]]-[[User talk:User753|Talk]]- 06:22, 18 June 2012 (CDT)

Thank you very much for translating Kokoro Connect! The manga is good and the anime is coming, so I'm sure there are many people would be grateful to you for translating it. Do your best and good luck! [[User:Arczyx|Arczyx]] 06:58, 18 June 2012 (CDT)

Hi there. I made some edits and left some notes in the text for Kokoro Connect Ch. 1, so it would be cool if you could find some time to review them. Just searching for <nowiki> "<!--" </nowiki> without quotes within the edit window should do. Thanks for translating.
[[User:Unkani|Unkani]] 22:07, 5 August 2012 (CDT)

Just a quick question, are you translating from Japanese raws or from Chinese raws

Chinese =] [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] 19:38, 13 August 2012 (CDT)

hi, thanks for the translations of kokoro connect, the truth I liked the anime, and you know the story, etto:, by accident of where you are getting the translations from Chinese, is that I do not find on any side ... If you could tell me? I would greatly appreciate it ... [[User: Kamijou Jon|Kamijou Jon]]]

I bought the Chinese versions myself from my local store. I think you can find it by searching for "心連情結" on the Internet. [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] 00:45, 16 August 2012 (CDT)

Hello Pudding, I'm not sure how to use the user talk yet so I hope this works:
Now that you mention it, I was wondering if I can switch Vol.2 with you for Vol.3 instead, as I haven't really started much besides the prologue of Vol.2, not to mention I had cut out a lot of narratives in my Vol.3 "quotes" to make it less painful to read on the forums, so there's a lot of fixes I'd like to make myself. I originally thought you were going to drop the project whole which is why I took on Vol.2. Is that okay for you? Thanks. [[User:Lantern|Lantern]] ([[User_talk:Lantern|Talk]]) 00:11, 4 September 2012 (CDT)

Congrats on finishing your first volume, and thanks for your hard work! I (and I'm sure many others) really appreciate it! Keep up the good work. --[[User:Zalgryth|Zalgryth]] ([[User talk:Zalgryth|talk]]) 10:53, 6 September 2012 (CDT)

Aww, exams suck! Hehe. Good luck with your exams and I hope you decide to translate some more when you have time. --[[User:Zalgryth|Zalgryth]] ([[User talk:Zalgryth|talk]]) 11:47, 6 September 2012 (CDT)

Thanks for translating Kokoro Connect, i wish you the best of luck on volume 2, i look forward to it so i can also read the already translated volume 3 and 4 after its fully translated. Your work is much appreciated!

Hi, I'm Eternal Dreamer, the one that recently edited the second chapter you added. I know I may be intrusive here, but I was wondering if you would be fine if I made more in depth edits to the Kokoro Connect chapters you've done? Overall, I believe you are a good translator, but there are often many grammatical errors or awkward phrasings in your translations that require a good proofread session. Since I'm a translator myself for another series and am not a full-time editor, all I'm asking is that I can briefly edit the translations in order to make it less rough. (Since I don't have copies of the KC light novels, I wouldn't be trying to change the meaning of your translations, but rather to rework it so that it's easier to understand.) Of course, if this is a problem for you or offends you, then I'm perfectly willing to back off and stick to just bare minimum edits when I read. I only ask this because I am a fan of this series and would like to help it in some small way. I hope you understand. --[[User:Eternal Dreamer|Eternal Dreamer]] ([[User talk:Eternal Dreamer|talk]]) 18:12, 2 January 2013 (CST)

Alright, then if I ever want to make major edits, I'll be sure to add it in note form first so that you can decide whether or not to adopt it. For the most part, I'll try to avoid to alter the meaning and simply try to correct the "form" of it. (As a translator myself, I understand what it's like, not wanting others to change your translations.) However, as an example of the kind of changes I would suggest, I would change the "reserve it" that you have Iori say and replace it with "put on hold", since that is a term that makes more sense in spoken language and basically means the same thing. Anyway, for now, I'm just going to go through the first few chapters of volume 2 for corrections. (As I said, I'm not a full-time editor, so I'm just going to be looking over the more recent stuff.) Also, thank you for understanding, and I'll strive not to cross the line on this. --[[User:Eternal Dreamer|Eternal Dreamer]] ([[User talk:Eternal Dreamer|talk]]) 22:55, 2 January 2013 (CST)

And I just read your response on the "feint". I understand what you're saying, and I'm not objecting to it at all. I was simply pointing out an incorrect spelling of the word "faint" in this context, since "feint" and "faint" have very different meanings. --[[User:Eternal Dreamer|Eternal Dreamer]] ([[User talk:Eternal Dreamer|talk]]) 23:00, 2 January 2013 (CST)

Sorry about my insistence on the word "feint", it's just that I find it hard to understand as a word, so "faint" just seems more natural to me. Still, you have explained your reasons for it quite sufficiently, so I won't bother you about it again. (I sincerely apologize for the trouble.) --[[User:Eternal Dreamer|Eternal Dreamer]] ([[User talk:Eternal Dreamer|talk]]) 08:06, 3 January 2013 (CST)

Glad we understand each other then, and I know, bluntness can be dangerous when it comes to translator. Anyway, I have a question for you; in what order do you intend to write each character's full names? I ask because I sometimes see you write both English-style "first-last name" and Japanese style "last-first name" in the same chapter, and before I correct, I want to confirm with you which you prefer in your text. --[[User:Eternal Dreamer|Eternal Dreamer]] ([[User talk:Eternal Dreamer|talk]]) 08:45, 4 January 2013 (CST)

So Pudding, 'Heartseed' or 'Balloon Vine' for volume 2? In chapter 1 you used 'Balloon Vine' while in the chapter 2 you used both. Please enlighten me :) [[User:Arczyx|Arczyx]] ([[User talk:Arczyx|talk]]) 06:24, 5 January 2013 (CST)

I think I'm going to go with Heartseed from now on. There seems to be much compelling evidence to show that Heartseed is the preferred choice. Thanks. - Pudding321

Hi i see that you have said your translating speed is slow so can i just confirm are you still busy with volume 2 i am really looking foward to its completion so that i can continue with this funky novel thanks for the hard work ^^

Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm currently busy with my exams. I'll have more free time after May. Before that, I'll say you'll need to wait for other translators. - Pudding321

Firstly I'd also like to thank you for translating this series :)
About the edit, true, putting the sentences together makes more sense in an English context, but the reason why I split the sentences up is because the Japanese and Chinese light novels themselves use the same kind of "one or two sentences per paragraph" format, and I felt that by doing so, it feels closer to the original work. Plus it's easier to read, for me at least :p
If you feel that it's more suitable for similar sentences to be grouped into a paragraph, then by all means do so. I'm not sure if it's the best way though. --[[User:MCsq2|MCsq2]] ([[User talk:MCsq2|talk]]) 12:02, 26 March 2013 (CST)

Hi Pudding. Can you please take a look at the notes I put [http://www.baka-tsuki.org/project/index.php?title=Kokoro_Connect:Volume_2_Chapter_7&diff=prev&oldid=242280 here]?. Also, I noticed that in the early chapters of Kizu Random you used «Heartseed» while in the later chapters it's just Heartseed, can you choose one for consistency? Whichever is fine, as long you choose one that is :) Thanks. [[User:Arczyx|Arczyx]] ([[User talk:Arczyx|talk]]) 08:19, 18 April 2013 (CDT)

Sure. Please change it accordingly. Either one is fine. I just felt lazy to type the symbols there. - Pudding321

Hey man, just wanted to thank you for translating Kokoro Connect Vol.2 :) Also, I want to apologise in advance if any of my edits seem too aggressive. [[User:MrAria|MrAria]] ([[User talk:MrAria|talk]]) 05:18, 13 May 2013 (CDT)

You say you've retired from this project, but you are still registered as the translator of Vol. 4.5's "Inaba Himeko's Solo Battle" chapter (that I had to tag myself as incomplete, since it wasn't). Are you still doing it or have you simply forgotten to unregister?--[[User:Kemm|Kemm]] ([[User talk:Kemm|talk]]) 15:57, 1 August 2013 (CDT)

Sorry, I have been busy over the month. You can unregister for me if someone else wants to translate it. (You just need to add his or her name after my name, since the translation is done by more than one translator.) - Pudding321

==Misc Messages==

The page [[Anohana:Part_1_Chapter_4]] looks unbelievably short, is it fine? —[[Special:Contributions/37.78.124.94|37.78.124.94]] 13:06, 14 January 2014 (CST)

Yes, I have just checked and it is. Thank you for your concern - Pudding321 6:47 pm, 14 January 2014 (CST)

I'd like to edit the Anohana Light novel as an actual editor, is that fine with you? [[User:Ruby Halo|Ruby Halo]] ([[User talk:Ruby Halo|talk]]) 04:43, 20 June 2014 (CDT)

Okay then, I won't make any significant changes, just small errors (if there are any) thanks! [[User:Ruby Halo|Ruby Halo]] ([[User talk:Ruby Halo|talk]]) 05:37, 20 June 2014 (CDT)

== Ousama Game ==

Hello. Thanks for the reply. I was wondering... where do I get the Japanese text? I might be able to get someone to help translate.

Hey I was wondering if I could help with editing Ousama game. If I could, how do I get set up? do I just start? Do I put my name under the editors section?

--[[User:Cyvro|Cyvro]] ([[User talk:Cyvro|talk]]) 11:35, 20 November 2012 (CST)

You're translating Ousama Game now? Just a teaser or a full volume? :D

And I notice there is no forum thread, care to make one? I can make it if you want.

[[User:Arczyx|Arczyx]] ([[User talk:Arczyx|talk]]) 08:42, 12 September 2012 (CDT)

== Sakurasou no Pet na Kanojo ==

Hi...Just wanted to tell you that there is a name difference for the series. The main page has a different name while the registration page and the chapter page(link) has a different name. I have already changed the name on the registration page. Just want to confirm which is the correct one. --[[User:Chancs|Chancs]] ([[User talk:Chancs|talk]]) 23:31, 5 October 2012 (CDT)

Got it. I'm gonna change everything to "Sakurasou".

Hi, and thank you for your feekback. I'll admit, I probably could have payed more attention to some areas, haha.
This is why there should always be someone to check edits... some of the things that looked perfectly fine to me the night before make less sense in hindsight :). There are just two points that still seem a bit problematic:
*This one's a bit insignificant, but I just think that 'division point' seems a bit awkward in that sentence. The only thing I could think of to replace it at the time was 'crucial point', but I guess that doesn't really get some of the meaning across. Would 'turning point' be a better fit?
*As for the use of 'feeder', I think I understand the original meaning, but in English it sounds somewhat out of place. Though, I can't really think of a better alternative right now, so I guess I'll change it if I think of something better.
Again, I'm grateful for your feedback, and I hope we can continue to work together on this project if it doesn't die. Unlike some parts of SAO that I've worked on before, this is much less of a headache to edit as it's not completely extreme direct translation engrish. I mean, with so many editors you'd think there'd only be a few punctuation and usage errors :P. -[[User:Jasou|Jasou]] ([[User talk:Jasou|talk]]) 12:11, 27 October 2012 (CDT)

Thanks for the advice. I'll keep that in mind [[User:MonsterBandage|MonsterBandage]] 20:06, 4 November 2012 (EST)

Hi Pudding123, I want to

-Firstly, thank you a HELL LOT XD if you were the one who started the teaser and went through all the formalities. Cause I've wanted to translate Sakurasou before the Anime even came out. Maybe I'm just too enthu. :/

-Secondly, can I request you to at least finish the First volume? I think readers would be quite happy. Thx. XP

-Thridly, I do not have the original (JP) version of the LNs, so I got really stuck at the names of the cats. =.= So pls help if you can......

-Fourthly, I know my English sucks, so if you can help out... XDDDD

-Lastly, '''OMGOMGOMGOMG THE ANIME IS OUT! HAVE YOU WATCHED IT? XDDDDDD'''
(Sry I thought you said you are free to discuss) XP

--[[user:Magykalman|Magykalman]] 21:35 26 Nov 2012 (GMT+8)

Hi! Just dropping by to say thank you for finishing the first chapter. :) I'll go proofread it when I have time. :D and sry for translating so slow... :( --[[user:Magykalman|Magykalman]]
==Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora==

Thank you so much for translating Hanbun no Tsuki. I saw anime adaption of this novel several times and i love this show so much. Once again thank you indeed

Hi Pudding123, I'd like to thank you for having fully translated Volume 1 of Hanbun no Tsuki. With your permission, I'd like to try to edit some of it for better sounding grammar. I made some small edits recently, and hope that you would find it to your liking. If you find that this ruins the translation, please let me know or you are free to roll it back. [[user:launcelot|launcelot]]

== Kimi to Boku no Uta World's End ==

Hello pudding,

I'm willing to translate this light novel into French, is that okay with you? Thanks in advance =) --[[User:Hunk|Hunk]] ([[User talk:Hunk|talk]]) 17:17, 9 May 2014 (CDT)

Please do. You don't need to add me into the credits. [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] ([[User talk:Pudding321|talk]]) 21:21, 9 May 2014 (CDT)
:Thanks! --[[User:Hunk|Hunk]] ([[User talk:Hunk|talk]]) 03:53, 10 May 2014 (CDT)

Hello, is it okay to translate this story into Czech? --[[User:Cindynka|Cindynka]] ([[User talk:Cindynka|talk]]) 14:44, 8 June 2014 (CDT)

Any language is welcome. [[User:Pudding321|Pudding321]] ([[User talk:Pudding321|talk]]) 19:30, 8 June 2014 (CDT)
:That's great, thanks! --[[User:Cindynka|Cindynka]] ([[User talk:Cindynka|talk]]) 14:13, 9 June 2014 (CDT)

Hello, NekoShiiro again... Can I use your translation of Kimi to Boku no Uta World´s End to translate it into Spanish? Thanks in advance! Oh, and also, so sorry for having posted the request in the wrong place.

Yes, please do. -Pudding321

HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 2

2014-06-27T00:54:55Z

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==Chapter 2: Natsume Gorou's Ups and Downs I==

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“Meh, that lecturer is exactly an imbecile. He’s just a small lecturer in cram school. How good is he? He joined some student movement when he was young, and now that’s he flaunts about all the time. It’s just going to show how much a failure he is.”

As I spit out these words, Sayoko giggled.

“Gorou, you look lively.”

“What? What are you trying to say?”

“Well, whenever you bad mouth someone, you look really happy.”

I fell silent.

This had always been the case.

Sayoko could always say something that thrusts into my chest like a sword with a normal, calmed face. She didn’t mean to criticise or trouble me. Well, she would do troubling stuff that normal people do (which I always do). She puts her true thoughts out.

So what she said was close to reality.

Sometimes they were things I didn’t want to see or hear about.

Almost like a mirror, my figure was clearly shown to myself.

“…”

I glanced at her. She was walking forward, smiling.

It was only the end of October, yet today was colder than ever. She wore a caramel duffle coat. It was perhaps a little big for her, for her hands, including her fingernails, were hidden in the sleeves. With her short height, that garment made her look entirely like a primary school kid. Adding to her baby face, her appearance was younger than her actual age by two to three years. I heard she was often treated by second year students at school as underclassman. For a while, we continued walking without talking. I puffed white smoke which subsequently vanished in the cold air.

We were in a big park. There was a Hanshu who ruled over this city with a castle before, so this park is now called the castle park, even though there aren’t anything ruins that could be said as a ‘castle’. At best there is a stone wall. During the Meiji Restoration, the Hanshu sent Sabakuha troops here to guard here and fought the Toubakuha until the very end. The castle that was once here had been devastated.

What a dumb Hanshu who knew nothing of tactics.

Everything would have been right if he had joined the winning party.

If I were him, I’d definitely do so.

Tall tress surrounded us as we passed through the pedestrian road. We were heading to the museum. Sayoko, despite being a high school student, liked pottery. She said she wanted to go to this museum that was exhibiting some pottery from the Azuchi-Momoyama period. I didn’t have any interest in pottery, but if Sayaoko liked it, I didn’t care whether it was pottery exhibition or book exhibition.

I was a bit hesitant to say this at first, but then I wanted to show off a bit.

“I didn’t want to badmouth them. This is just how it is.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Still smiling, Sayako nodded.

“I know what you mean, sir.”

What’s with that ‘sir’ thing? //original: why are you using teineigo (polite language)//

“I didn’t make it up.”

“Yeah. You’re right.”

“Anyway, there are just too many sloppy people in Japan! Even people who think this strange only gives out a hearty laugh and let it go. Well, I hate this. If it’s strange, you’ve got to say it. It’s not good to be quiet about it.”

What shit am I talking about? I’m getting shameful of myself for what I am saying. To hide my embarrassment, I continued my proposition with a half-joking tone. Sayako only continued smiling with her usual face.

When I continued my childish proposition…

“Hey, Gorou.”

Sayoko circled my arm very naturally.

“It’s tiring to live like that.”

“Tiring, uh?”

“Okay, okay. Don’t think about it too much. I don’t hate you for that. I don’t mean anything serious.”

She said, looking at me innocently.

“…”

I was stumped by just her few words.

I was thinking so much that I seemed like a comedian trying to play tricks while hiding his superficial self-esteem. At the end of the day, Sayako could easily speak what she was thinking and make it to the point. My fervent arguments were nothing against her skills: it wasn’t even a match to being with.

This is what you call ‘struck speechless’.

Sometimes I’d think it’s a wonder why I started dating Sayako.

Generally speaking, there were also three to four bright girls in a classroom that could bring up the mood and get everyone’s attention. Most of these girls already had their boyfriends…well, they were easy to talk to.

I liked these easy-to-understand girls. Playing fair with them was a part of my character, probably because I too was easy to understand.

In a nutshell, they were like a mirror.

Naturally, I pursued things that were same as me.

But Sayaok was different from them. She looked dumb, easily to be categorised as those several unattractive girls in the class. Neither a pretty girl or a cool girl. She speaks little. Sometimes you can’t figure out what she is thinking.

Whenever this happens, I become extremely uneasy.

Those easy-to-understand girls could be understood if I look into myself because they were just like mirrors.

But I couldn’t figure out how Sayako thinks.

She was different from me.

No matter how I look into myself, I couldn’t find an answer.

I guess this might be a reason why she got me.

I first came across Syako in the cultural festival.

I was a bit late to the place.

“Oh, Natsume, you’re late.”

My friend Mori hit me up when I entered.

We were in a shop a bit close to the station. In the morning it is a cafe, but at night it becomes something like a pub. The shop owner was an alumnus called Takiguchi from our school. And in the celebration party after the festival, they would let us get away with some alcohol.

This was why Mori had already become seriously drunk.

“Hey, you’re already down,” I replied with a wry smile, “You really have this party going, executive.” I made a satirical remark.

The only one pumped here was Mori. The shop was so quiet no one would believe this was the celebration party. Normally, it was common to see one or two drunkards.

Mori sulked, “It’s all because I did this job well.”

“Too well, I say.”

“It’s not my problem. I dragged the S girls around, but I couldn’t believe they were just a bunch of boring tarts.”

S girls referred to the area’s best high school for girls, or princesses for that matter.

The school I was in was ‘The First High School’, or usually abbreviated as ‘First High’. Their girl school was different from ours. Our school should be categorised as a poor village school. Even though there were quite a few guys who performed great in academics, and this school being a recommendation for those who want to aim high, those who really want to do so would rather choose a private school. To conclude, those who study in our school are a bunch of jerks.

And I was one of them.

“You called those S girls?”

“Nah. Sakazaki’s girl is an S girl. So we’re able to call them here. They were flowers grown on high hills that we can’t reach usually. So I thought this would be a great chance to hit up on them.”

“So you called them right away? Do you have any integrity?”

“As if I cared about integrity.”

Mori shot the beer in his hand.

“Let’s have our own fun. Some girls are quite cute. Didn’t you just break up with Saki earlier? Find another one.”

I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Don’t mention her.”

“You bitch you can always two-time so calmly…”

“Stop bringing it up, can you?”

I wanted to escape…no, escaping the truth was futile, so I went further inside the shop but then stopped and said in a panic, “Don’t mention to those girls about Saki.”

Mori grinned.

“When you get a cute girl, that’s the first thing I’ll do.”

“Cut me some slack.”

I said, looking back into the shop.

Well, this place was really quiet. No one speaks loudly. Boys and girls speak docilely at their respective sides. There was no way to get people getting together in this situation.

While I was thinking, my eyes met with a girl sitting beside the passage. I cold tell she was an S girl right away. Giving a bet, I gave a smile to her. Perhaps I had contracted Mori’s despair that had me do this. Immediately the girl returned me a cold and uninterested smile.

Garbage, now I know why Mori shot so much alcohol.

“Hey, this isn’t going good.”

Anyway, I had a seat among some people I knew.

“This place is as cold as my fridge.”

I took a beer on the table and crashed it to my stomach. Oota complained, “Hey, that’s mine.”

“Let it go, man.”

“I don’t want to have an indirect kiss with you, buddy. This place is already cold. Don’t make it worse.”

“Hey, who’s up for the challenge first?”

The people sitting around me quickly furrowed their eyebrows.

“That’s suicide.”

“That’s going to be painful.”

“What a punishment game.”

“You’re kidding me, right?”

Everyone responded in unison.

What a pile of cowards.

According to the rule that the one who suggests has to do it first, I naturally become the pioneer for this challenge. Be that as it may, I knew it was stupid to go up by myself, so I took Mori with me. Mori kept voicing his reluctance, but I of course forced him to go with me. Hey, you’re the one in charge here. Who else is going to take responsibility?

My hands on his shoulders, I chose a good spot for my ambush.

“Yo guys!”

“Yo guys!”

With a crude voice, we performed a perfect duet.

But we only hit the walls. The girls only gave us cold gazes…

We’d have to change our target now, and if that didn’t work, then another target.

“Stop fooling around, Natsume.”

Mori said with a crying voice.

But I still forced him to continue.

“Aren’t you the executive here? If you’re starting it, you the responsibility to heat it up. Okay, give me a good smile. We’re doing an even better duet this time.”

“Let me go. I’ve drunk too much. I’m getting sick now.”

“Okay, we’re starting now. One, two, three…”

As reluctant as he may sound, Mori let out a pretty good voice.

“Yo guys!”

“Yo guys”!

We made another impeccable duet.

Six girls around a table widened their eyes. Ah, damn, did we flunk it again? When this thought was in my head, the girl sitting front bursted into laughter at last.

Excellent. She responded! Now we can do it!

“Great, uh? We’re First High’s Duet Team. I’m Natsume, and this guy’s…”

“I’m Mori.”

Mori’s doing good now.

Gaining recognition for his performance, he transformed into a completely different guy, his face all smiles.

“This party is too cold. So we’re going to heat it up!”

“We’re the ‘heaters’!”

The girls in this area were the frivolous ones, as they laughed to our shitty jokes.

After that, they even invited us to sit beside them.

When this happened, they had become our possessions.

There were frivolous girls among S girls. These girls attract attention, and boy, talking with them lifts the atmosphere, heats up the party, and brings everyone into high spirits. Gradually the boys and girls seat together and the suitable atmosphere of a celebration party were slowly being formed.

I got up halfway in the party.

“Hey, Mori. I’m going to the toilet.”

“Hahaha. You sure? I’m going to take Takako away.”

The Takako he said was the cutest girl in this area, even though she seemed like the most frivolous girl. In other words, she suited my taste. It also meant she suited Mori’s taste. Not long after we changed seats, we had commenced a battle to get her attention with our mouths and attitudes.

“Try if you can.”

Throwing a line of confidence, I left my seat.

Acting against my words, I ran to the toilet as fast as I could, even though I knew he couldn’t manage to get her with the time given. After I came out of the toilet, my eyes fell on a girl.

The girl was sitting at the counter alone.

In the noisy shop, her lonely figure made a strong impression.

Perhaps what caught me was her long and soft hair. It was my favourite type.

I didn’t know why, really, why I went to her.

“Are you by yourself?”

When I spoke to her, she looked at my face and smiled.

“Yes.”

She nodded like a kid.

Something caused a ripple.

Takako and that party there was in an instant flown away from my mind.

“Hey, Gorou.”

Inside the counter, the store owner Takiguchi spoke to me.

“Help me keep Sayoko company. I’m getting a bit busy here.”

“Oh, okay.”

Takiguchi had seen all the bad stuff I did. I could only nod in front of him to hide my guilt. He gestured to me to come to him. As I went into the counter, approached him, he said softly, “She’s the daughter of my friend.”

“I see.”

“She’s never come to these kind of drinking parties. Help me keep her company, okay? I’m counting on you.”

“Sure.”

“Promise me don’t do anything bad to her.”

“What’s anything bad?”

As I played dumb, he gave me a light kick.

“She’s really a serious kid. She’s not the type you can tame by trying hard in some way. Maybe, she’s not even a girl you can take care of.”

At that time, I didn’t grasp what he said. What did he mean I couldn’t tame this serious girl? But truth is Sayako really wasn’t someone I could take control, not even by trying hard. She had something that surpassed me. It’s a bit shameful to say what it was, so I won’t say it.

“So I’m counting on you.”

“Okay, I’ll do it.”

After Takiguchi had left, I left the counter and sat beside the girl.

“Is your name Sayako?”

“Yes.”

She nodded, giving me another meek smile.

“Sayako Higuchi.”

“Oh, I’m Natsume. Gorou Natsume.”

That was how it started.

Even when I think about it now, I have no idea of why I fell for her so quickly. Still, whenever I see her childish smile, everything in my mind is blown away. Takako’s energetic voice, her frivolous attitude, even her laughter that seemed to ring from her stomach, everything vanished.

I talked with Sayako until the party ended.

Around the end of the party, I had fallen deep in love with her.

“Well, can you give me your contact?”

Feeling a bit nervous, I said.

I had always asked for contacts a lot of times, and those who weren’t willing to give their contacts were, I had believed, the best girls. Only this time I was very nervous about this.

When I think about what would happen if I fail, my legs trembled.

Sayako gave it a little thought.

“Okay.”

She answered, smiling.

Sayako wrote her number on the underside of a coaster in the shop. I had treasured that coaster ever since.

It was really a treasure to me.

It’s the first…no, second most thing I treasure in my life.

The first thing I treasure?

The person who gave me the coaster, of course.

As an announcement saying it was already five sounded, we were chased out of the museum.

Truth be told, we had spent almost half the day in the museum.

It was only a city museum, and the exhibitions were not really that many, but Sayako gave eace pot, each plate a good look before going to the next one. There was that Karatsu porcelain that looked nothing more than your average plate, but she spent more than ten minutes examining it.

After we left the museum, it had already been dark outside. The trees looked like abandoned kids. The street lamps shone with a melting hue. Passing through the street lamps, our long shadows stretched before us.

“Cold! Cold!”

“Okay…”

This was the best excuse.

I took her hand and brought it into my pocket along the flow. Our hands intertwined. Her hand was small.

“Hey, it feels great when you’re with me.”

I said, with strong feeling gushing into me.

Like a cat, Sayako rubbed against my shoulder with her cheeks.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I mean it, “I said, being serious, “I don’t lie like that.”

“Yeah, I know, but…”

“But?”

“You’re an ambitious person.”

She showed another smile and spoke the truth calmly.

True, I wanted to be successful in the society. No, I planned to. I had the brains. I could also work my ass off. I was the type who thought that the teachers at school were all stupid. I had that potential.

I wanted to have everything.

I didn’t plan to waste my life here in the countryside. Not even a bit.

“Is being ambitious bad?”

“Well it’s good.”

“Well…?”

“Well, it’s fine what you’ll become. Even if you become a failure in the society…”

I frowned and interrupted her, “Please don’t say these ominous stuff.”

“But these things happen quite often. Hey, Gorou, our world is harsh. We aren’t kids, you know? I know there good things happen. But so do bad things. Not everything can be done by hard work. Of course, hard work is appreciated, but that doesn’t guarantee a good outcome. Well, I mean…”

Sayako looked troubled. She spoke of this and that and got herself messed up about what she was trying to convey.

I decided to help her pinpoint it.

“So you’re saying not everything will be as you wish? No matter what you’re capable? No matter how hard you work?”

“Yeah, that!”

Cool, Sayako was now holding my empty hand tightly.

“Gorou, you’re smart! No wonder you’re aiming for a medical degree in K university! A scholar!”

“Haha.”

I just laughed. It bit me about describing me as a scholar. Right, I was no genius. I worked up the ladder bit by bit. I had certain potential in studying, so I thought I was talented and went to a difficult cram school. But there I met some really clever guys on some heights I could never reach.

My confidence was drained away very soon.

My inflated ego and conceitedness were all pulverised. Then I realised I might just be another guy, tasting the scary feeling that I possessed no special talent: all I did was improving myself bit by bit, and these bits made what I was. My grades were good, but they were basically a reflection of the usual scholar.

“So I don’t mind whether you succeed or fail, Gorou. Because this depends half on hard work but the other half on luck. Gorou, you can work hard, and I know you thrive, but we’re powerless against luck.”

“No problem,” I said. “because I’m a lucky guy.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Believe me.”

I swallowed what I was going to say because of embarrassment.

Because I have you. I think it’s great to go out with you. I know a ton of girls more beautiful or cooler than you. Well, a ton, I guess. Even those who are smarter than you are beyond my count. But there are not many girls that are like you. I’m now going out with you. Man, my luck couldn’t be better.

I pondered whether I should tell her that.

I should tell her what I feel.

“…”

But I couldn’t say it bluntly. Besides, when I see her smiling beside me, I would think it didn’t really matter if I said it or not. Maybe, she knew what I was thinking. She looked dumb, but her intuition was always right. She could easily grasp the integral parts of this world.

“Hey, Gorou.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Don’t change too much. What are you now is good enough. It doesn’t matter whether you become a great doctor or a failure in society.”

“…yeah.”

I wanted to be honest about what I was thinking, but in the end I kept it to myself. Sayako must have been able to say what I wanted to say with ease. She could say what she thought. She had that confidence. On the other hand, biased and ego-blinded, I couldn’t do it. Once I say it, I feel my words would be contaminated with lies and falsities.

So I decided not to say it, but convey it in another way.

“Ah, you’re planning something dirty, aren’t you?”

Woah, how did she know?

Nervous, I summoned my courage.

“Be quiet.”

“You look serious.”

“Please don’t joke now.”

She was especially embarrassed about this, so I had to force her to quiet down.

Well, whenever I do this, I would also naturally quiet down.

Sayako and I were still eighteen. Let alone what would happen ten years later, we didn’t even have an idea of what would happen half a year later. Universities, faculties, entrance exams, exam preparation tactics…these trivial stuff had made me dizzy enough. But now at this moment when I held sayako, everything was so certain. The cold wind blowing against me made me more certain of the warmth I felt from her.

Perfect. I really had everything I wanted.

“They’d see us.”

When she could speak again, Sayako said.

Her cheeks were flushed.

While I indulged myself in the happiness in seeing Sayako’s face, I howled with all my might, “As if I’d care.”

I wanted the whole world to see us.

I want to boast about the most precious jewel I had acquired.

She was right. I was rather ambitious.

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==Prologue==

Mai was in the classroom alone.

Correctly speaking, there were always monsters hiding beside Mai, but if you talking about people, she was alone.

She hadn’t been long in this school, but her other classmates had already formed their own social circles. After school, she would sit alone in the busy classroom.

She didn’t feel alone or depressed.

There was only one thing important to her.

It was hunting monsters.

Beside her was the sword she had prepared.

It was wrapped with white cloth, but she would always put it somewhere she could easily reach.

Whenever night has fallen, monsters would appear as if spreading apart in the darkness they had blended into. Mai couldn’t see their real faces too. But the cold feeling and the low vibrating breathing sounds, and the conviction of engulfing her and crushing her into a part of the darkness were everything she could discern.

She had to protect this place from monsters.

When had she started this? Why did she have to protect this place? It didn’t matter to her.

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She only lived hunting monsters.

Beside the window, the bright sunlight shown on the surroundings of the seats. It was a delightful scene.

“Kurata’s hair is dazzling.”

“And these hands. Don’t they look like hands of idols?”

“She must have been talked with idol agents.”

“I didn’t…haha”

Being surrounded by girls, the girl smiled in a helpless way. She was a beautiful girl that would attract anyone on first impression. Behind her gentle smile there was no haughtiness. Even the boys in the classroom, who held themselves back and sat far from her, were clearly staring at her.

Mai, who held no interest in people around her, knew her. She was the only person she could remember, including her name and her face.

Sayuri Karata.

When she first entered school, and she first saw her, Mai had an inconceivable foreboding.

''This person entered the depths in my heart.''

''We are fated to meet here.''

This was the second time she had had this feeling towards someone.

The first time was…forget it, there was no use mentioning that.

Anyway, truth be told, Mai hadn’t really talked to her. Even though Sayuri would energetically greet Mai with a “Good morning,” and smile to her, every time Mai replied, “Good morning,” someone else would quickly step in, snatch her opportunity and spin around Sayuri.

…Perhaps, I’m thinking too much.

Perhaps, Mai was only one of those who were captivated by Sayuri’s charm.

Mai quickly averted her eyes from Sayuri.

To Mai, she should have kept her distance from others.

But Mai didn’t know that Sayuri noticed Mai wanted to talk to her, during the time to change classrooms for lessons, and the time before going back home.

Every time they split into groups, Sayuri would invite Mai to their group, even though Mai would think that she did so because their surnames were aligned close, so it was more convenient to do so.

Close to the back of the school was a forest.

On the other side of the forest was a hill. In old times, there lived foxes and other wild animals, so the legend of humans interacting with animals had continued till today.

But several years ago, humans started to abandon this hill. Cats and dogs that were abandoned by these impetuous humans survived as wild animals and would often climb downhill and appear on the streets in search for food.

On that lunch break, a thin dog that lost its way into the court was one of them.

“Rats, it’s a stray dog!”

“Tell the teachers to take care of it.”

The hungry dog looked covetously at their lunch boxes. Everyone furrowed their brows.

“Go, go away!”

A student picked up a short stick and threw it at it. The stick hit the dog’s abdomen. Attacked, the dog howled and laid down. It was the prepared action for leaping out.

And at this moment, Mai was at the front of the dog.

Even if she didn’t take out her sword, she could attack the dog’s forehead if she swing her wrapped sword.

But Mai didn’t do so. She just shooed the dog away with nothing in her hands. The dog was laying down, but then it flew and lashed onto her. Checking her surroundings and knowing other students had left, Mai stretched out her relaxed hand to the stray dog.

“Woof!”

The dog bit Mai’s hand. Because of the sudden impact of opening a wound, the hand was numb. Someone screamed somewhere.

Little dog.

Mai spoke, using her eyes, to the dog who bit her.

Little dog, you’re hungry, aren’t you? But I don’t have any food on me.

So if you want to, bite on my hand.

The dog sucked on its saliva. “Haven’t the teachers come yet?” Someone asked far away.

The dog seemed bored, biting on Mai’s hand as if it was leaning on her arm.

“Hey.”

Someone called from behind. Sayuri had somehow come, ran to Mai’s side from the faraway crowd who was only looking.

“If you want, take my lunch box, don’t bite her hand…”

Sayuri opened her lunch box and took it to the dog. Attracted by its smell, the dog immediately let go of Mai and sniffed the lunch box. It then started to wolf it away.

“What a poor thing. It’s so hungry.”

Sayuri kneeled down beside Mai and decided to pat the dog’s head. Mai held her hand and stopped her.

“It’s not a good idea to approach it when it’s eating.”

“Oh…okay.”

Sayuri gave a puzzled smile.

After the dog had finishing munching Sayuri’s lunch, it quickly ran away from the court.

“Let’s go.”

“Sure.”

The both of them passed through the discussing students who were looking at them and left the court.

“Let me treat you to lunch to make up for that.”

Mai and Sayuri walked to the cafeteria.

Sayuri must have been hungry after she had given her lunch box to the stray dog.

Mai ordered two servings of beef rice and placed one of them in front of Sayuri.

“Here, beef rice.”

Sayuri widened her eyes in surprise, but soon smiled happily.

“Kawasumi, you must like beef rice.”

Mai didn’t know why Sayuri was smiling. Even after a long time after that incident, Sayuri said she thought it funny that Mai picked the food without asking her what she wanted. But till now Mai was confused how this was funny.

“Thanks for the food.”

Sayuri clasped her hands politely and had a bite of the beef rice.

“It’s tasty.”

“Yeah.”

Looking at her happily eating it, Mai’s chest would become a bit more warm.

“Is that the girl who fought the dog with her bare hands?”

“I heard some other rumours too. She wields something like a sword wherever she goes.”

The murmurs came in crisply, but Sayuri looked she was only with Mai in this place. She was looking at Mai, smiling.

This person…

The inconceivable foreboding Mai had when she first saw Sayuri had become true. The strong feeling spread in her heart.

“…my thanks.”

Mai picked some beef in her bowl and placed it into Sayuri’s bowl.

Mai had a hunch that even if she didn’t explain, Sayuri would understand this was the extension of her gratitude for helping her to give her lunch to the dog. And also some sophisticated gratitude Mai didn’t know how to describe.

“So it’s the proof of our friendship.”

Sayuri also placed beef on Mai’s bowl. Friendship’s proof—this was also what Mai wanted to say.

“Thanks…”

Mai ate her beef rice slowly. Beef rice was great on normal days, but that day it was even better.

And so they become good friends.

Because Sayuri was with Mai, people who circled Sayuri immediately halved in number.

Nevertheless, Sayuri didn’t seem to care. She didn’t liked to be the centre of attention in the first place anyway.

“I’m not smart. I’m just an extremely normal girl.”

Sayuri would always say, smiling.

If that was the case, then Mai would be an extremely dumb girl.

Mai always reckoned Sayuri was a lot smarter than she, as there were a lot of things Mai didn’t know; for example, television wasn’t only a thing to put at a side to look at, but you can also choose your own television shows. And if you have a CD you can listen to music you like anytime you want. A lot of these things Mai learned it from Sayuri.

The two of them got along intimately for a long time.

Like her foreboding, Sayuri entered the depths of her heart.

But only the thing about monsters Mai had kept secret, even to Sayuri.

She wasn’t afraid Sayuri would leave if she said.

She just didn’t want to make Sayuri involved.

Because only Mai should shoulder the destiny of hunting monsters.

Probably.

Only Mai…

After two months, she would be graduating. This was her last winter.

Why?

During this time, monsters had become more ferocious.

Do they plan to make an ending once and for all before I graduate from here?

No. Those monsters don’t graduate. Only students do.

But then why?

My temple has a tensed foreboding.

Someone is coming.

Something is changing.

It is a scene that comes before my eyes.

A wide wheat field shining under the sun.

It is a memory that pains my chest.

What is this?

Mai closed her eyes forcefully, and reopened them.

Before her was the school at night. It was the place she fought with monsters. If she was careless, she would be defeated.

Shutting away the scenes in her memories, she walked gently towards school.

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Five adult light novels written by Mariko Shimizu and published by Paradigm were released in Japan between December 1999 and August 2000. The cover art and internal illustrations were drawn by Itaru Hinoue, the artist who drew the artwork in the visual novel. The basis for each novel was one of each of the five heroines and had titles that were taken from the musical themes pertaining to each character in the original game. (by Kanon wiki)

As of May 2014, there are 6 volumes published.

== Story Synopsis ==

== Warning ==
<center>'''This light novel is rated ''Mature'' and is considered for Adults (18+) only.

If you are below the age of consent in your respected country, you are advised to stop immediately and leave this project page.

By continuing to read or be involved in this project, you are agreeing to the terms of our [[Baka-Tsuki:Copyrights|Disclaimer]].'''

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== Translation ==
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Translators are asked to [[Kanon:Registration Page|register]] which chapters they're working on.

=== Format Standards ===
* [[Format guideline|General Format/Style Guideline]]
* [[Kanon:Names and Terminology Guideline|Project specific Guidelines: Names and Terminology]] (might contain spoilers)

=== Feedback ===

== Updates ==

:* January 31, 2014: Page created
:* January 31, 2014: Volume 1 Completed
:* June 18, 2014: Volume 2 Completed
:* June 20, 2014: Volume 3 Prologue Completed

== The ''Kanon'' series by Mariko Shimizu ==

=== Volume 1 : Girl in the Snow ([[Kanon:Volume 1|Full Text]]) ===
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::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]] (missing)
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Prologue|Prologue]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 - The First Day of Transfer]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 - She Loves Cats]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 - Just the Two of Us]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 4|Chapter 4 - Snow Rabbit]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 5|Chapter 5 - Present]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 6|Chapter 6 - Opening the Door to Her Heart]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Epilogue|Epilogue]]

=== Volume 2 : Beyond the Smile ([[Kanon:Volume 2|Full Text]]) ===
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::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Prologue|Prologue]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 - She Loves Vanilla Ice Cream]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 - First Date?]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 - Happy Days]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 4|Chapter 4 - Confession]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 5|Chapter 5 - Dreamy Days]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 6|Chapter 6 - In the Snowy Night]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Epilogue|Epilogue]]

=== Volume 3 : Girl's Prison ===
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::* [[Kanon:Volume 3 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 3 Prologue|Prologue]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 3 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 - Sword and Demon]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 3 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 - Their Rumours]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 3 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 - Ball]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 3 Chapter 4|Chapter 4 - I Want to Protect You]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 3 Chapter 5|Chapter 5 - Before the Battle]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 3 Chapter 6|Chapter 6 - Eternal Bonding]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 3 Epilogue|Epilogue]]

== Project Staff ==

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=== Translators ===

=== Editors ===

== Series Overview ==
*<big>'''新書'''</big>
*Kanon 雪の少女 (パラダイムノベルス 58)--1999/10/23--ISBN 978-4894900585
*Kanon 笑顔の向こう側 (パラダイムノベルス 76)--1999/12/16--ISBN 978-4894900769
*Kanon the fox and the grapes (パラダイムノベルス 90)--2000/5/23--ISBN 978-4894900905
*Kanon 日溜まりの街 (パラダイムノベルス 94)--2000/8/1--ISBN 978-4894900943
 

*<big>'''Kanon Anthology Novel'''</big>
*Kanonアンソロジー・ノベル (JIVE CHARACTER NOVELS)--2004/09--ISBN 978-4861760020
*Kanonアンソロジー・ノベル〈2〉 (JIVE CHARACTER NOVELS)--2004/12--ISBN 978-4861760464
 

*<big>'''文庫'''</big>
*Kanon 雪の少女 (VA文庫 3)--2009/6/27--ISBN 978-4894906235
*Kanon 笑顔の向こう側 (VA文庫 4)--2009/7/30--ISBN 978-4894906242
*Kanon 少女の檻 (VA文庫 5)--2009/9/30--ISBN 978-4894906259
*Kanon the fox and the grapes (VA文庫 6)--2009/11/30--ISBN 978-4894906266
*Kanon 日溜まりの街 (VA文庫 7)-- 2009/12/20--ISBN 978-4894906273
*Kanon ~彼女たちの見解~ (VA文庫 8)--2011/3/31--ISBN 978-4894906280

== Project Status ==

Project Status: '''Approved'''

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Mai was in the classroom alone.

Correctly speaking, there were always monsters hiding beside Mai, but if you talking about people, she was alone.

She hadn’t been long in this school, but her other classmates had already formed their own social circles. After school, she would be in the busy classroom, sitting alone.

She didn’t feel she alone or depressed.

There was only one thing important to her.

It was hunting monsters.

Beside her was the sword she had prepared.

It was wrapped with white cloth, but she would always put it somewhere she could easily reach.

Whenever night has fallen, monsters would appear as if spreading apart in the darkness they had blended into. Mai couldn’t see their real faces too. But the cold feeling and the low vibrating breathing sounds, and the conviction of engulfing her and crushing her into a part of the darkness were everything she could discern.

She had to protect this place from monsters.

When had she started this? Why did she have to protect this place? It didn’t matter to her.

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She only lived hunting monsters.

Beside the window, the bright sunlight shown on the surroundings of the seats. It was a delightful scene.

“Kurata’s hair is dazzling.”

“And these hands. Don’t they look like hands of idols?”

“She must have been talked with idol agents.”

“I didn’t…haha”

Being surrounded by girls, the girl smiled in a helpless way. She was a beautiful girl that would attract anyone on first impression. Behind her gentle smile there was no haughtiness. Even the boys in the classroom, who held themselves back and sat far from her, were clearly staring at her.

Mai, who held no interest in people around her, knew her. She was the only person she could remember, including her name and her face.

Sayuri Karata.

When she first entered school, and she first saw her, Mai had an inconceivable foreboding.

''This person entered the depths in my heart.''

''We are fated to meet here.''

This was the second time she had had this feeling towards someone.

The first time was…forget it, there was no use mentioning that.

Anyway, truth be told, Mai hadn’t really talked to her. Even though Sayuri would energetically greet Mai with a “Good morning,” and smile to her, every time Mai replied, “Good morning,” someone else would quickly step in, snatch her opportunity and spin around Sayuri.

…Perhaps, I’m thinking too much.

Perhaps, Mai was only one of those who were captivated by Sayuri’s charm.

Mai quickly averted her eyes from Sayuri.

To Mai, she should have kept her distance from others.

But Mai didn’t know that Sayuri noticed Mai wanted to talk to her, during the time to change classrooms for lessons, and the time before going back home.

Every time they split into groups, Sayuri would invite Mai to their group, even though Mai would think that she did so because their surnames were aligned close, so it was more convenient to do so.

Close to the back of the school was a forest.

On the other side of the forest was a hill. In old times, there lived foxes and other wild animals, so the legend of humans interacting with animals had continued till today.

But several years ago, humans started to abandon this hill. Cats and dogs that were abandoned by these impetuous humans survived as wild animals and would often climb downhill and appear on the streets in search for food.

On that lunch break, a thin dog that lost its way into the court was one of them.

“Rats, it’s a stray dog!”

“Tell the teachers to take care of it.”

The hungry dog looked covetously at their lunch boxes. Everyone furrowed their brows.

“Go, go away!”

A student picked up a short stick and threw it at it. The stick hit the dog’s abdomen. Attacked, the dog howled and laid down. It was the prepared action for leaping out.

And at this moment, Mai was at the front of the dog.

Even if she didn’t take out her sword, she could attack the dog’s forehead if she swing her wrapped sword.

But Mai didn’t do so. She just shooed the dog away with nothing in her hands. The dog was laying down, but then it flew and lashed onto her. Checking her surroundings and knowing other students had left, Mai stretched out her relaxed hand to the stray dog.

“Woof!”

The dog bit Mai’s hand. Because of the sudden impact of opening a wound, the hand was numb. Someone screamed somewhere.

Little dog.

Mai spoke, using her eyes, to the dog who bit her.

Little dog, you’re hungry, aren’t you? But I don’t have any food on me.

So if you want to, bite on my hand.

The dog sucked on its saliva. “Haven’t the teachers come yet?” Someone asked far away.

The dog seemed bored, biting on Mai’s hand as if it was leaning on her arm.

“Hey.”

Someone called from behind. Sayuri had somehow come, ran to Mai’s side from the faraway crowd who was only looking.

“If you want, take my lunch box, don’t bite her hand…”

Sayuri opened her lunch box and took it to the dog. Attracted by its smell, the dog immediately let go of Mai and sniffed the lunch box. It then started to wolf it away.

“What a poor thing. It’s so hungry.”

Sayuri kneeled down beside Mai and decided to pat the dog’s head. Mai held her hand and stopped her.

“It’s not a good idea to approach it when it’s eating.”

“Oh…okay.”

Sayuri gave a puzzled smile.

After the dog had finishing munching Sayuri’s lunch, it quickly ran away from the court.

“Let’s go.”

“Sure.”

The both of them passed through the discussing students who were looking at them and left the court.

“Let me treat you to lunch to make up for that.”

Mai and Sayuri walked to the cafeteria.

Sayuri must have been hungry after she had given her lunch box to the stray dog.

Mai ordered two servings of beef rice and placed one of them in front of Sayuri.

“Here, beef rice.”

Sayuri widened her eyes in surprise, but soon smiled happily.

“Kawasumi, you must like beef rice.”

Mai didn’t know why Sayuri was smiling. Even after a long time after that incident, Sayuri said she thought it funny that Mai picked the food without asking her what she wanted. But till now Mai was confused how this was funny.

“Thanks for the food.”

Sayuri clasped her hands politely and had a bite of the beef rice.

“It’s tasty.”

“Yeah.”

Looking at her happily eating it, Mai’s chest would become a bit more warm.

“Is that the girl who fought the dog with her bare hands?”

“I heard some other rumours too. She wields something like a sword wherever she goes.”

The murmurs came in crisply, but Sayuri looked she was only with Mai in this place. She was looking at Mai, smiling.

This person…

The inconceivable foreboding Mai had when she first saw Sayuri had become true. The strong feeling spread in her heart.

“…my thanks.”

Mai picked some beef in her bowl and placed it into Sayuri’s bowl.

Mai had a hunch that even if she didn’t explain, Sayuri would understand this was the extension of her gratitude for helping her to give her lunch to the dog. And also some sophisticated gratitude Mai didn’t know how to describe.

“So it’s the proof of our friendship.”

Sayuri also placed beef on Mai’s bowl. Friendship’s proof—this was also what Mai wanted to say.

“Thanks…”

Mai ate her beef rice slowly. Beef rice was great on normal days, but that day it was even better.

And so they become good friends.

Because Sayuri was with Mai, people who circled Sayuri immediately halved in number.

Nevertheless, Sayuri didn’t seem to care. She didn’t liked to be the centre of attention in the first place anyway.

“I’m not smart. I’m just an extremely normal girl.”

Sayuri would always say, smiling.

If that was the case, then Mai would be an extremely dumb girl.

Mai always reckoned Sayuri was a lot smarter than she, as there were a lot of things Mai didn’t know; for example, television wasn’t only a thing to put at a side to look at, but you can also choose your own television shows. And if you have a CD you can listen to music you like anytime you want. A lot of these things Mai learned it from Sayuri.

The two of them got along intimately for a long time.

Like her foreboding, Sayuri entered the depths of her heart.

But only the thing about monsters Mai had kept secret, even to Sayuri.

She wasn’t afraid Sayuri would leave if she said.

She just didn’t want to make Sayuri involved.

Because only Mai should shoulder the destiny of hunting monsters.

Probably.

Only Mai…

After two months, she would be graduating. This was her last winter.

Why?

During this time, monsters had become more ferocious.

Do they plan to make an ending once and for all before I graduate from here?

No. Those monsters don’t graduate. Only students do.

But then why?

My temple has a tensed foreboding.

Someone is coming.

Something is changing.

It is a scene that comes before my eyes.

A wide wheat field shining under the sun.

It is a memory that pains my chest.

What is this?

Mai closed her eyes forcefully, and reopened them.

Before her was the school at night. It was the place she fought with monsters. If she was careless, she would be defeated.

Shutting away the scenes in her memories, she walked gently towards school.

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'''Prologue: The Worst Ending '''

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Coming down from the rooftop, I just sat in the corner of the corridor. In the night, the dead quietness in the hospital made me uneasy, as if the whole world had stopped moving. Sometimes, I would wonder where I was, looking around blankly, searching for the memories in my heart, and returning to reality afterwards. When I came back to my senses, I would think about Rika. My butt on the cold and hard bed, I would just stare off to a distance, projecting Rika’s face that had embedded inside me. When I do so, I feel as if I could make Rika stay in this world. When I forget about her, it seems as if her existence would waver. Of course, this was just some idiotic fantasy of an obsessed person who would think he was the governor of someone else’s life.

''I'm thinking too much.''

Correct, I knew it, yet I gave my all to chase her. When we went to school, Rika smiled happily. When we took a photo in front of the door of the school, she smiled in the centre of everyone. Although I lost sight of her later, I found her in the first year’s classroom with Miyuki. Rika still smiled happily when she had to listen to Yamanishi’s boring train lectures. This was her first and only lesson. This was her first time going to school, and perhaps the last. And during the one minute that stopped, Rika held my finger, her pale face smiling, making soft sounds from her trembling lips. Painful it was, yet she gave me a smile.

Everything that comes into mind about her was her nice and gentle part. Even though she had been throwing tantrums at me all the time, and was more oftentimes angry at me than happy. Really, she was always obstinate, haughty, doing everything on a whim, the most horrible girl you could ever find. Still, in my memory, she was looking at me with a gentle smile.

I was holding the book ''The Thibaults''. Rika’s thoughts and feelings were more important than anything to me. There was but one thing that I wished.

Not long, Rika’s smile came to my mind again. When I inserted the plate into the camera on the rooftop, she came to look at what I was doing and was delighted. She laughed to no end. But when I faced the camera towards her, she became very embarrassed. I took a shot of her embarrassed face, which then quickly became a peevish face. And of course I took a photo of that face too. Well, she had the photos of me when I was small, though.

The words Akiko told me earlier resounded in my ears again.

“Rika laughed her lungs out when she saw your photos. I’d never seen her in such joy before. Looking at her holding the photos so tight, I went to make fun of her that her face was red. In fact, her face really was red. But instead of pouting, she nodded and agreed to me. I didn’t manage to make fun of her and got myself in shame. It looks she’s really happy after all.”

Rika was still holding the photos.

Stuck on her right left was the photo of me holding my father’s leg, smiling.

Whenever I think of this, my chest would almost explode. What does I really think about her? I really thought she was more important to me than everything else in this world. If gods really came and forced me to choose between destroying the world or killing Rika, I would choose destroying the world without doubt and yelling, “Please save Rika!”

Well, I couldn’t really explain.

I don’t care what happens to the rest of the world. There is nothing to compare. If I could save Rika, I wouldn’t care how many times the world would be destroyed. Even I could destroy it with my own hands if necessary.

Now Rika was on a line, the line of life and death.

I held the book tightly, my back shivering. My body was shivering. I want to, but I couldn’t stop it. Everything in me was shivering.

“Yuichi.”

Suddenly a voice came hit me. It was Rika’s voice. I was certain she couldn’t be around me, but I just couldn’t help looking around. In that empty space I wished for Rika’s presence. The black bench’s corner was damaged, its spongy contents springing out everywhere; the linoleum was broken with gaps everywhere. All of the doors were bruised. Everything in front of me looked the same as before. Rika was nowhere to be found.

“You can start reading the book, “ Half of her face buried in the futon, Rika said, “But read it slowly.”

Sounds are leaking from my throat. Gi…I couldn’t stop it. Gi…go…My eyes were turning hot. My lips were trembling. My hands too. I bended my body around the book called ''The Thibaults'' and rubbed my face against the bed. Hey, Natsume. I’m asking you. Save Rika. If you do so, I’m willing to be your slave for the rest of my life. I’m willing to hear whatever you ask of me. Even if you beat the shit out of me, I won’t give a grudge. If you ask me to buy cigarettes for you, I’d go buy for you like a pekingese dog. So please save her. Please. By all means save her.

Thoughts kept flashing, wiping everything away, my heart, my feelings. Burn them away. I stared at a point in the room, bearing no emotions whatsoever.

And then the operation was over.

“Perhaps, this is the worst ending.”

Natsume spoke as he got out of the operation room.

“Really, the worst for you, Ezaki.”

In my head I repeated the words he spew again and again. I scratched my head off to know what he meant, to infer his implications. But like facing a mathematical equation you haven’t learnt before, you won’t know how to tackler it, let alone solve it.

Natsume locked his eyes on me.

His eyes were very dark.

He was sympathising with me.

“The worst ending…?”

Suddenly it became noisy that stopped my words at my throat. Several people rushed out of the operation room, and some others rushed in. Someone was shouting. And then I could hear laughter, which infuriated me. Why are they laughing? Hey. What’s so funny now? My anger converted to energy that made me puke the words that had been stuck in my throat.

“What do you mean by the worst ending?”

Even though it was my own voice, I couldn’t hear it. Who was jabbering around? Was it really me?

“Did the operation fail?”

Natsume shook his head.

“No. It ran smoothly.”

“What.”

“We did what we had to. Perhaps we couldn’t do a better job than this next time. But we still have to check on her condition for now. This is what operations are about. We need about one or two days to be safe. If she’s still alive by then, then we can call this a success.”

Success.

This was what I wished for.

Success.

I wished for this other than everything.

But the words that were laid upon me were attached with thorns. Even though I didn’t know the real reason, I was looking at Natsume’s face absentmindedly. He looked at me too, without turning away. He looked into my eyes, into its depths. In his eyes, there was no hope, nor was their despair. There was nothing but sympathy.

After a while, I became able to ask him.

“Well, what do you mean by that?”

Indeed, I couldn’t hear my own voice.

“What do you mean by the worst ending?”

Natsume smiled.

His smile was really sad.

“You’ll understand pretty soon. You’ll understand even if you don’t want to.”

Then Natsume walked past me.

I turned around and shouted at his back.

“What’s that supposed to mean!”

But that voice was covered by an even louder voice. All of a sudden, several men ran out of the operation room and circled Natsume. They were all very excited. They exploded the corridor with loud voices that didn’t quit suit a hospital: You’re the best, Doctor Natsume. I’m greatly touched. I’ve never seen someone who did such a great operation so quick! We heard great news about you before. You’re a waste here. Come back to the hospital department! Now it isn’t as good as it was. Well, there is always a way. We can persuade some of the higher-ups to get you in, Doctor Natsume…

None of them paid attention to me. Maybe no one even noticed me. Being surrounded by so many excited young doctors, Natsume just walked forward silently with his back lifted up, giving those doctors cold treatment. Only I, could notice his loneliness, for I was being in that same loneliness.

I looked back at the door of the operation room.

Rika was still living.

I hadn’t yet lost Rika.

Had I?

I didn’t lose her, did I?

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Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora

2014-06-20T09:23:09Z

Pudding321: /* The Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora series by Tsumugu Hashimoto */

[[Image:HanTsuki_vol1.jpg|thumb|Volume 1 Cover]]

Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora (半分の月がのぼる空) is a light novel series written by Tsumugu Hashimoto and illustrated by Keiji Yamamoto. The series is completed in 8 volumes.

==Story Synopsis==

I was suddenly hospitalized. For me, it was like an early winter vacation.

In the hospital, there was a girl the same age as I. Her name was Rika. She was selfish. Like she was a queen. But, her selfishness was inevitable...

From time to time, Rika becomes silent.

She just stares at Houdaiyama.

Though I'm beside her, she ignores me completely.

When will my hands reach her? When will I be able to bring her to the place she dreams of----?

== Updates ==
*18th September 2009
** HanTsuki teaser project initiated.

*17th June 2013
** HanTsuki Volume 1 completed.

===[[Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora:Registration Page|Registration]]===

Translators are asked to [[Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora:Registration Page|register]] which chapters they're working on.

==The ''Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora'' series by Tsumugu Hashimoto==

===Volume 1 - Looking at the Half-moon ([[HanTsuki:Volume 1|Full Text)]]===

The half moon shined. Its light illuminated us----

*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Prologue|Prologue]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : Akiko-san, a girl and Akutagawa Ryunosuke]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 : Our World Has Its End]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : The Road to the Turret Mountain]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Epilogue|Epilogue]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 1 Afterword|Afterword]]

===Volume 2 - Waiting for the Half-moon===
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Prologue|Prologue]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : The Armageddon of Yuichi's Collection I]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 : The Armageddon of Yuichi's Collection II]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : The Armageddon of Yuichi's Collection III]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Epilogue|Epilogue]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 2 Afterword|Afterword]]

===Volume 3 - Wishing upon the Half-moon===
*Prologue
*Chapter 1
*Chapter 2
*Chapter 3
*Epilogue
*Afterword

===Volume 4 - Grabbing at the Half-moon===
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Prologue|Prologue : The Worst Ending]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 : Warm Days]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 : Natsume Gorou's Ups and Downs I]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 : Natsume Gorou's Ups and Downs II]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Chapter 4|Chapter 4 : Our Two Hands]]
*[[HanTsuki:Volume 4 Afterword|Afterword]]

===Volume 5 - Long Walk under the Half-moon===
*Prologue
*Chapter 1
*Chapter 2
*Chapter 3
*Epilogue

===Volume 6 - Life Goes On===
*Prologue
*Chapter 1
*Chapter 2
*Chapter 3
*Epilogue
*Afterword

===Volume 7 - Another Side of the Moon - First Quarter ===
*Introduction
*Rain (First) fandabgo
*(find my way)
*(a cat never die)
*Golden Memories (water)
*Afterword

===Volume 8 - Another Side of the Moon - Last Quarter ===
*Introduction
*Rain (Last)
*Dragonfly
*(to be translated)
*Your summer has left
*Afterword

===Side Stories===
*[[HanTsuki:SS Corolla|Corolla]]
*[[HanTsuki:SS One Day|One Day]]

*'''German'''
**[[Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora (German):Band 1 Kapitel 1|Part 2]] (German Teaser)

'''If you enjoyed the teasers, why don't you tell us in the [http://www.baka-tsuki.org/forums/viewtopic.php?f=23&t=3011 HanTsuki Feedback Thread]'''

==Project Staff==

*Supervisor:
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===Translators===

'''ACTIVE'''
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'''INACTIVE'''
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==Series Overview==
*半分の月がのぼる空―looking up at the half‐moon (電撃文庫)--October 2003--ISBN 978-4840224888
*半分の月がのぼる空〈2〉waiting for the half‐moon (電撃文庫)--February 2004--ISBN 978-4840226066
*半分の月がのぼる空〈3〉wishing upon the half‐moon (電撃文庫)--September 2004--978-4840227834
*半分の月がのぼる空〈4〉 grabbing at the half-moon (電撃文庫)--February 2005--ISBN 978-4840229364
*半分の月がのぼる空〈5〉 long walk under the half-moon (電撃文庫)--September 2005--ISBN 978-4840231459
*半分の月がのぼる空〈6〉(電撃文庫)--February 2006--ISBN 978-4840233064
*半分の月がのぼる空〈7〉another side of the moon―first quarter (電撃文庫)--June 2006--ISBN 978-4840234504
*半分の月がのぼる空〈8〉another side of the moon-last quarter (電撃文庫) --August 2006--ISBN 978-4840235198

[[Category:Dengeki Bunko]]
[[Category:Light novel (English)]]
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Kanon

2014-06-19T05:54:53Z

Pudding321: /* The Kanon series by Mariko Shimizu */

[[File:Kanon_v2_cover.jpg|200px|thumb|Volume 4 cover]]

Five adult light novels written by Mariko Shimizu and published by Paradigm were released in Japan between December 1999 and August 2000. The cover art and internal illustrations were drawn by Itaru Hinoue, the artist who drew the artwork in the visual novel. The basis for each novel was one of each of the five heroines and had titles that were taken from the musical themes pertaining to each character in the original game. (by Kanon wiki)

As of May 2014, there are 6 volumes published.

== Story Synopsis ==

== Warning ==
<center>'''This light novel is rated ''Mature'' and is considered for Adults (18+) only.

If you are below the age of consent in your respected country, you are advised to stop immediately and leave this project page.

By continuing to read or be involved in this project, you are agreeing to the terms of our [[Baka-Tsuki:Copyrights|Disclaimer]].'''

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== Translation ==
=== [[Kanon:Registration Page|Registration]] ===

Translators are asked to [[Kanon:Registration Page|register]] which chapters they're working on.

=== Format Standards ===
* [[Format guideline|General Format/Style Guideline]]
* [[Kanon:Names and Terminology Guideline|Project specific Guidelines: Names and Terminology]] (might contain spoilers)

=== Feedback ===

== Updates ==

:* January 31, 2014: Page created
:* January 31, 2014: Volume 1 Completed
:* March 29, 2014: Volume 2 Chapter 1 Completed
:* April 11, 2014: Volume 2 Chapter 2 Completed
:* April 17, 2014: Volume 2 Chapter 3 Completed
:* May 18, 2014: Volume 2 Chapter 4 Completed
:* May 25, 2014: Volume 2 Chapter 5 Completed
:* June 18, 2014: Volume 2 Completed

== The ''Kanon'' series by Mariko Shimizu ==

=== Volume 1 : Girl in the Snow ([[Kanon:Volume 1|Full Text]]) ===
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::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]] (missing)
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Prologue|Prologue]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 - The First Day of Transfer]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 - She Loves Cats]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 - Just the Two of Us]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 4|Chapter 4 - Snow Rabbit]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 5|Chapter 5 - Present]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 6|Chapter 6 - Opening the Door to Her Heart]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Epilogue|Epilogue]]

=== Volume 2 : Beyond the Smile ([[Kanon:Volume 2|Full Text]]) ===
[[File:Kanon_v2_cover.jpg|thumb|x200px]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Prologue|Prologue]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 - She Loves Vanilla Ice Cream]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 - First Date?]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 - Happy Days]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 4|Chapter 4 - Confession]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 5|Chapter 5 - Dreamy Days]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 6|Chapter 6 - In the Snowy Night]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Epilogue|Epilogue]]

=== Volume 3 : Girl's Prison ===
[[File:Kanon_v3_cover.jpg|thumb|x200px]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 3 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 3 Prologue|Prologue]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 3 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 - Sword and Demon]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 3 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 - Their Rumours]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 3 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 - Ball]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 3 Chapter 4|Chapter 4 - I Want to Protect You]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 3 Chapter 5|Chapter 5 - Before the Battle]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 3 Chapter 6|Chapter 6 - Eternal Bonding]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 3 Epilogue|Epilogue]]

== Project Staff ==

* Supervisor:
* Project Manager:

=== Translators ===

=== Editors ===

== Series Overview ==
*<big>'''新書'''</big>
*Kanon 雪の少女 (パラダイムノベルス 58)--1999/10/23--ISBN 978-4894900585
*Kanon 笑顔の向こう側 (パラダイムノベルス 76)--1999/12/16--ISBN 978-4894900769
*Kanon the fox and the grapes (パラダイムノベルス 90)--2000/5/23--ISBN 978-4894900905
*Kanon 日溜まりの街 (パラダイムノベルス 94)--2000/8/1--ISBN 978-4894900943
 

*<big>'''Kanon Anthology Novel'''</big>
*Kanonアンソロジー・ノベル (JIVE CHARACTER NOVELS)--2004/09--ISBN 978-4861760020
*Kanonアンソロジー・ノベル〈2〉 (JIVE CHARACTER NOVELS)--2004/12--ISBN 978-4861760464
 

*<big>'''文庫'''</big>
*Kanon 雪の少女 (VA文庫 3)--2009/6/27--ISBN 978-4894906235
*Kanon 笑顔の向こう側 (VA文庫 4)--2009/7/30--ISBN 978-4894906242
*Kanon 少女の檻 (VA文庫 5)--2009/9/30--ISBN 978-4894906259
*Kanon the fox and the grapes (VA文庫 6)--2009/11/30--ISBN 978-4894906266
*Kanon 日溜まりの街 (VA文庫 7)-- 2009/12/20--ISBN 978-4894906273
*Kanon ~彼女たちの見解~ (VA文庫 8)--2011/3/31--ISBN 978-4894906280

== Project Status ==

Project Status: '''Approved'''

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[[Category:Shimizu Mariko]]
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2014-06-18T11:36:16Z

Pudding321:

== Projects ==

*[[Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day]] (MIA)
**Part 1 (Completed)
**Part 2 (Slow)

*[[Hanbun no Tsuki ga Noboru Sora]] (Maybe)
**Volume 1 (Completed)

*[[Iris on Rainy Days: My Homework]]

*[[Kanon]] (Hiatus)
**Volume 1 (Completed)
**Volume 2 (Completed)

*[[Kimi to Boku no Uta World's End]] (Complete)

*[[Kokoro Connect]] (Retired)
**Volume 1 (Completed)
**Volume 2 (Completed)

*[[Ousama Game]] (Retired)
**Volume 1 Command 1-5 (Completed)

*[[Sakurasou no Pet na Kanojo]] (Retired)
**Volume 1 Chapters 1, 2 (Completed)

*[[Yume Nikki]]
**Part 2 (Where did that other guy go?)

Kanon:Registration Page

2014-06-18T11:34:13Z

Pudding321: /* Volume 2 */

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Kanon

2014-06-18T11:33:49Z

Pudding321: /* Updates */

[[File:Kanon_v2_cover.jpg|200px|thumb|Volume 4 cover]]

Five adult light novels written by Mariko Shimizu and published by Paradigm were released in Japan between December 1999 and August 2000. The cover art and internal illustrations were drawn by Itaru Hinoue, the artist who drew the artwork in the visual novel. The basis for each novel was one of each of the five heroines and had titles that were taken from the musical themes pertaining to each character in the original game. (by Kanon wiki)

As of May 2014, there are 6 volumes published.

== Story Synopsis ==

== Warning ==
<center>'''This light novel is rated ''Mature'' and is considered for Adults (18+) only.

If you are below the age of consent in your respected country, you are advised to stop immediately and leave this project page.

By continuing to read or be involved in this project, you are agreeing to the terms of our [[Baka-Tsuki:Copyrights|Disclaimer]].'''

</center>

== Translation ==
=== [[Kanon:Registration Page|Registration]] ===

Translators are asked to [[Kanon:Registration Page|register]] which chapters they're working on.

=== Format Standards ===
* [[Format guideline|General Format/Style Guideline]]
* [[Kanon:Names and Terminology Guideline|Project specific Guidelines: Names and Terminology]] (might contain spoilers)

=== Feedback ===

== Updates ==

:* January 31, 2014: Page created
:* January 31, 2014: Volume 1 Completed
:* March 29, 2014: Volume 2 Chapter 1 Completed
:* April 11, 2014: Volume 2 Chapter 2 Completed
:* April 17, 2014: Volume 2 Chapter 3 Completed
:* May 18, 2014: Volume 2 Chapter 4 Completed
:* May 25, 2014: Volume 2 Chapter 5 Completed
:* June 18, 2014: Volume 2 Completed

== The ''Kanon'' series by Mariko Shimizu ==

=== Volume 1 : Girl in the Snow ([[Kanon:Volume 1|Full Text]]) ===
[[File:Kanon_v1_cover.jpg|thumb|x200px]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]] (missing)
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Prologue|Prologue]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 - The First Day of Transfer]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 - She Loves Cats]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 - Just the Two of Us]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 4|Chapter 4 - Snow Rabbit]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 5|Chapter 5 - Present]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 6|Chapter 6 - Opening the Door to Her Heart]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Epilogue|Epilogue]]

=== Volume 2 : Beyond the Smile ([[Kanon:Volume 2|Full Text]]) ===
[[File:Kanon_v2_cover.jpg|thumb|x200px]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Prologue|Prologue]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 - She Loves Vanilla Ice Cream]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 - First Date?]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 - Happy Days]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 4|Chapter 4 - Confession]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 5|Chapter 5 - Dreamy Days]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 6|Chapter 6 - In the Snowy Night]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Epilogue|Epilogue]]

== Project Staff ==

* Supervisor:
* Project Manager:

=== Translators ===

=== Editors ===

== Series Overview ==
*<big>'''新書'''</big>
*Kanon 雪の少女 (パラダイムノベルス 58)--1999/10/23--ISBN 978-4894900585
*Kanon 笑顔の向こう側 (パラダイムノベルス 76)--1999/12/16--ISBN 978-4894900769
*Kanon the fox and the grapes (パラダイムノベルス 90)--2000/5/23--ISBN 978-4894900905
*Kanon 日溜まりの街 (パラダイムノベルス 94)--2000/8/1--ISBN 978-4894900943
 

*<big>'''Kanon Anthology Novel'''</big>
*Kanonアンソロジー・ノベル (JIVE CHARACTER NOVELS)--2004/09--ISBN 978-4861760020
*Kanonアンソロジー・ノベル〈2〉 (JIVE CHARACTER NOVELS)--2004/12--ISBN 978-4861760464
 

*<big>'''文庫'''</big>
*Kanon 雪の少女 (VA文庫 3)--2009/6/27--ISBN 978-4894906235
*Kanon 笑顔の向こう側 (VA文庫 4)--2009/7/30--ISBN 978-4894906242
*Kanon 少女の檻 (VA文庫 5)--2009/9/30--ISBN 978-4894906259
*Kanon the fox and the grapes (VA文庫 6)--2009/11/30--ISBN 978-4894906266
*Kanon 日溜まりの街 (VA文庫 7)-- 2009/12/20--ISBN 978-4894906273
*Kanon ~彼女たちの見解~ (VA文庫 8)--2011/3/31--ISBN 978-4894906280

== Project Status ==

Project Status: '''Approved'''

[[Category:Light novel (English)]]
[[Category:Shimizu Mariko]]
[[Category:VA Bunko]]

Kanon:Volume 2

2014-06-18T11:33:16Z

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Kanon

2014-06-18T11:31:51Z

Pudding321: /* The Kanon series by Mariko Shimizu */

[[File:Kanon_v2_cover.jpg|200px|thumb|Volume 4 cover]]

Five adult light novels written by Mariko Shimizu and published by Paradigm were released in Japan between December 1999 and August 2000. The cover art and internal illustrations were drawn by Itaru Hinoue, the artist who drew the artwork in the visual novel. The basis for each novel was one of each of the five heroines and had titles that were taken from the musical themes pertaining to each character in the original game. (by Kanon wiki)

As of May 2014, there are 6 volumes published.

== Story Synopsis ==

== Warning ==
<center>'''This light novel is rated ''Mature'' and is considered for Adults (18+) only.

If you are below the age of consent in your respected country, you are advised to stop immediately and leave this project page.

By continuing to read or be involved in this project, you are agreeing to the terms of our [[Baka-Tsuki:Copyrights|Disclaimer]].'''

</center>

== Translation ==
=== [[Kanon:Registration Page|Registration]] ===

Translators are asked to [[Kanon:Registration Page|register]] which chapters they're working on.

=== Format Standards ===
* [[Format guideline|General Format/Style Guideline]]
* [[Kanon:Names and Terminology Guideline|Project specific Guidelines: Names and Terminology]] (might contain spoilers)

=== Feedback ===

== Updates ==

:* January 31, 2014: Page created
:* January 31, 2014: Volume 1 Completed
:* March 29, 2014: Volume 2 Chapter 1 Completed
:* April 11, 2014: Volume 2 Chapter 2 Completed
:* April 17, 2014: Volume 2 Chapter 3 Completed
:* May 18, 2014: Volume 2 Chapter 4 Completed
:* May 25, 2014: Volume 2 Chapter 5 Completed

== The ''Kanon'' series by Mariko Shimizu ==

=== Volume 1 : Girl in the Snow ([[Kanon:Volume 1|Full Text]]) ===
[[File:Kanon_v1_cover.jpg|thumb|x200px]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]] (missing)
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Prologue|Prologue]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 - The First Day of Transfer]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 - She Loves Cats]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 - Just the Two of Us]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 4|Chapter 4 - Snow Rabbit]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 5|Chapter 5 - Present]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Chapter 6|Chapter 6 - Opening the Door to Her Heart]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 1 Epilogue|Epilogue]]

=== Volume 2 : Beyond the Smile ([[Kanon:Volume 2|Full Text]]) ===
[[File:Kanon_v2_cover.jpg|thumb|x200px]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Illustrations|Novel Illustrations]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Prologue|Prologue]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 1|Chapter 1 - She Loves Vanilla Ice Cream]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 2|Chapter 2 - First Date?]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 3|Chapter 3 - Happy Days]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 4|Chapter 4 - Confession]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 5|Chapter 5 - Dreamy Days]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 6|Chapter 6 - In the Snowy Night]]
::* [[Kanon:Volume 2 Epilogue|Epilogue]]

== Project Staff ==

* Supervisor:
* Project Manager:

=== Translators ===

=== Editors ===

== Series Overview ==
*<big>'''新書'''</big>
*Kanon 雪の少女 (パラダイムノベルス 58)--1999/10/23--ISBN 978-4894900585
*Kanon 笑顔の向こう側 (パラダイムノベルス 76)--1999/12/16--ISBN 978-4894900769
*Kanon the fox and the grapes (パラダイムノベルス 90)--2000/5/23--ISBN 978-4894900905
*Kanon 日溜まりの街 (パラダイムノベルス 94)--2000/8/1--ISBN 978-4894900943
 

*<big>'''Kanon Anthology Novel'''</big>
*Kanonアンソロジー・ノベル (JIVE CHARACTER NOVELS)--2004/09--ISBN 978-4861760020
*Kanonアンソロジー・ノベル〈2〉 (JIVE CHARACTER NOVELS)--2004/12--ISBN 978-4861760464
 

*<big>'''文庫'''</big>
*Kanon 雪の少女 (VA文庫 3)--2009/6/27--ISBN 978-4894906235
*Kanon 笑顔の向こう側 (VA文庫 4)--2009/7/30--ISBN 978-4894906242
*Kanon 少女の檻 (VA文庫 5)--2009/9/30--ISBN 978-4894906259
*Kanon the fox and the grapes (VA文庫 6)--2009/11/30--ISBN 978-4894906266
*Kanon 日溜まりの街 (VA文庫 7)-- 2009/12/20--ISBN 978-4894906273
*Kanon ~彼女たちの見解~ (VA文庫 8)--2011/3/31--ISBN 978-4894906280

== Project Status ==

Project Status: '''Approved'''

[[Category:Light novel (English)]]
[[Category:Shimizu Mariko]]
[[Category:VA Bunko]]

Kanon:Volume 2 Epilogue

2014-06-18T11:31:17Z

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==Epilogue==

Today, in the morning of the Minase household, it started with my helpless howl.

“Wake up! Hey, wake up, Nayuki!”

I banged the door.

“Mm…”

“Nayuki, Yuichi. Breakfast’s ready.”

“I’m coming now! Hey, can you hear Akiko calling you?”

Bang, bang, bang, bang.

“Ku?”

After a day’s bang, Nayuki came out of the room at last with her eyes half-closed.

“I don’t want to run to school with you any longer!”

Even though I said that, I still run with Nayuki every morning to school.

“We’re out.”

Morning with bright sunlight and cool wind.

“It’s already spring…”

We should be running for our lives, yet Nayuki comfortably greeted the wind.

I didn’t know what to say—to call her capable as the captain of the track team, or explain to her her conceitedness.

“Oh, it’s sakura petals.”

Smiling, Nayuki caught the falling petals.

Every day felt like repeating the same scenery, but the seasons do change, albeit slowly.

“Nayuki, do you like the spring?”

“Yeah! How about you?”

“I think the winter’s better.”

“Why? Don’t you hate the cold?”

“I still hate it now.”

Sadly, I couldn’t make snowmen in the spring.

During lunch break, I walked to the cafeteria with the same person.

“Aizawa, you’re still eating curry? The best thing now is Chinese rice with meat and vegetables, you know.”

“Mind your own business. I like curry.”

I rejected Hitagawa’s recommendation.

Nayuki looked at my plate with awe.

“It’s fine, but why are you always eating double servings?”

“Because I seem to have a bigger appetite.”

“You don’t eat that much at home.”

Nayuki showed confusion with her tilted head.

“It’s about time for people to show up in the court.”

Kaori looked through the wide windows. The court was only unpopular in the winter. In the warm seasons, many students like to go there to have their outdoor lunch.

Abruptly, I stood up and checked the refrigerator at the counter.

I didn’t know whether it had been sold out or it didn’t restock. It was empty inside.

Was it because of the warmer weather? Students do surprisingly know what is best to eat at the court.

Days were tranquil, but I didn’t feel bored passing each and every day.

One time, when I ran an errand for Akiko to buy something at the shopping district, Nayuki suddenly said something.

“Speaking of which, that girl…have you ever met Ayu recently, Yuichi?”

“No. It’s pass the season for taiyakis. I bet she’s gone to hibernate for the spring.”

“Hibernating in the spring, uh?”

“Don’t mind the details. Why are you bringing her up?”

“Because I’m starting to remember something.”

The two of them met Ayu in front of the shop selling kid’s stuff.

“Do you remember a girl you really got along with in this town seven years ago?”

“…I’ve forgotten already, but now that you say so, I do have an impression.”

As the piled snow melted, spring slowly arrived to the streets. I gradually recovered from the memories the snow covered.

“Are you saying that she is Ayu?”

Seven years ago, though, I lost that child in front of my eyes.

The heavy sadness of the episode, how the girl sobbed, how it was painful and tragic, was enough to snatch away all the memories I had.

“If that’s the case, the wings behind her bag were real.”

“Mm…”

“Anyway, we’ll certainly meet when the snow starts falling again.”

Let’s see, then.

But now…

The windows of the school were open, the curtains fluttering in the wind. The air of new life, the court filled with students, school transformed into an unfamiliar place to me.

“What are you doing here?”

Sitting alone on the bench at the court, I saw a girl wearing the uniform with a green ribbon.

“Can’t I come?”

“Well, if you don’t take a good rest at home, your curable sickness…might become incurable.”

“Don’t worry. From today onwards, I’m going to school again.”

“I see…”

I forced myself to lift up the face I had brought down and smiled mischievously.

“But if you’re starting today, you’ll have to retake the first year again.”

“I hate people who say those things.”

That was the line I liked to hear the most.

But not yet able to accept this reality, I couldn’t look straight at this girl.

“I bought a lot today.”

The girl was holding a paper bag.

“I had lunch already.”

“No. You have to finish it even if you have to force yourself.”

She passed the bag to me.

Inside, there were the vanilla flavour, but also strawberry, chocolate mint, coffee, green tea…and all other sorts of ice cream.

“Compared to the hot weather, eating it when it’s warm is better.”

“Of course.”

Moving my eyes stiffly, I finally met them with the girl’s.

Small and tender, her skin was still white as snow, but her rose-coloured cheeks and her glamorous and lively lips coupled with her clear eyes looked prettier.

The girl of snow in the cold weather had now transformed to the dazzling girl of spring.

“It’s called a miracle because it doesn’t happen.”

“Yeah.”

“Did I lie?”

“Yeah.”

“But…”

Her voice was trembling. Her usual mild smile deformed.

“It is okay if I cry now?”

“If you don’t, I wouldn’t know what to do.”

“Why?”

“Men cannot cry first, I guess.”

“Haha, figures.”

At the same time as she spoke, the bag of ice cream fell on the floor. She flew into my arms.

“Shiori…”

“Uu, uu…Yuichi…senpai…Yuichi-senpai…Yuichi-senpai…”

Shiori who had never shed a single tear in front of anyone else now bursted in tears like a child.

“Actually, I don’t want to die…I hate saying goodbye…I hate being alone…I hate it.”

[[Image:Kanon_v2_218.jpg|thumb]]

I embraced tightly my lover who was sobbing. I thought I wouldn’t ever feel this warm feeling, but I did. Spring had come, certainly.

In the serene park, I could hear water moving.

At a corner, Shiori and I looked at each other, between us an aqua-blue sketchbook.

“Say, can I just move a little bit?”

“No.”

Shiori looked serious. She used crayons of many colours. The new sketchbook and the crayons were my present for her.

“When can I move?”

“When I’m finished.”

“That’s quite impossible…”

“Uu…”

Lowering her head, she looked at me with protesting eyes.

“I hate people who say those things.”

“What you said hurt me, so before I finish the entire portrait, you’ll have to remain completely still,” Shiori commanded with a finger.

Agreeing reluctantly, I fell into silence with the surroundings.

“Yuichi-senpai.”

While rubbing the paper with the crayons and looking at the sketchbook, Shiori said.

“Have you thought of this? Like…we’re living in someone else’s dream.”

“What?”

I couldn’t give a good reply to this sudden thought.

Not really expecting much out of me, Shiori smiled docilely and continued, “To someone who is dreaming, we’re the people appearing in that person’s dream. But this is reality to us, so that person is instead in the realm of the dream.”

“…”

“That person made a really long dream, as if forgotten to wake up. For a long time…Although that person is looking for the chance to wake up, that person fails to find it.”

Looking for something…

“But because that person looked for and waited so long, that person got a present. That person could make a wish come true in the dream. Whatever wish it may be. Really, whatever wish…let’s say…”

Shiori suddenly lifted her head up.

“if that person wished, that person could save a girl with a heavy illness.”

In that instant, Shiori must be staring at that person in the realm of the dream.

“What I said sounded profound and cool, don’t you think?”

“I wouldn’t say it’s cool, though.”

“Yuichi-senpai, you’re rude!”

I laughed at Shiori who was irritated.

In my heart, I knew this person. Maybe, the present this person gave us was Shiori’s miracle.

Could we meet? In a dream, I meant.

Perhaps when the season of snow pays us a visit next time…

“We have to make a snow man this winter.”

“A big one, right?”

“I hope it’ll be 50 metres wide.”

“Let’s do it!”

It was spring.

The wind lightly flipped a few pages of the girl’s sketchbook.

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Both the girl in the drawing and the girl in front of me were smiling from the bottom of their hearts.

-fin-

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Kanon:Volume 2 Chapter 6

2014-06-18T08:46:28Z

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==Chapter 6 - In the Snowy Night==
Time flowed in this dreamy week.

Shiori and I had gone to the ice cream shop in the shopping district.

We had also had lunch with Kaori, Kaori, and even Kitagawa.

“I’m very nervous with you seniors…”

Shiori stood still in the school cafeteria, seemingly nervous. I was at her side, stroking her hair.

“It’ll be fine. I’m here. Nayuki and Kaori too.”

“I’m here as well.”

“It’s your first time seeing Kitagawa, I guess.”

“But I was the first person who saw Shiori in the courtyard. It would have been great if I had just gone there to meet Shiori instead of telling you.”

“I think it will end up the same.”

Kaori said coldly, making everyone laugh.

Then, after I had parted with Shiori, Kaori said to me alone on the way back to our classroom.

“It’s great we can come to this resolution.”

I didn’t know how to respond to her.

“Even if this normal lifestyle this week would be a burden to her body….”

Even if this would make her disappear earlier.

“Isn’t Shiori smiling from her heart now?”

That was all I could say.

“You have to smile too, Aizawa-kun, “Kaori said softly, looking through the windows in the corridor to the court piled up with snow, “To the final moment.”

In the court after school.

“Yuichi-senpai, you’re so late!”

Shiori pouted, waiting for me who had come late because of classroom duty.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.”

I stroked her head.

“Nayuki forced me into this. She took the broom and the towel and forced me to choose one, or else she wouldn’t let me go.”

“Are you making her as an excuse?”

“Well…”

It was a bit exaggerated, but it was true. Nayuki who pointed me to work with a smile looked scary.

But speaking more would only embarrass myself, so I apologised docilely.

“Sorry.”

“Okay, I’ll forgive you today.”

Shiori finally smiled. Heaving a sigh of relief, I wanted to let out a smile too, but I found Shiori’s face even whiter than usual.

“What are we going to do now?”

Shiori placed her index finger beside her lips. Her demeanor looked usual, though.

“Why don’t we have a stroll on the streets?”

“Why not?”

I said, smiling, dispelling the uneasiness in my heart.

It was fine. Shiori was beside me. It wasn’t the day of promise yet.

Leaving school, we went to the shopping district we had always gone to.

“If you want anything, tell me. I’ll buy it for you.”

“Woah, really?”

“If it’s below 200 yen.”

“…Yuichi-senpai, you didn’t plan to buy anything for me in the first place, am I right?”

“That’s all I’ve got here.”

Actually I had a bit more. But that was Shiori’s birthday present budget.

I hadn’t yet decided on what to buy. Today was a good chance to pry into her what she had in mind.

Along the shopping district, she would sometimes stop and look at the products in the displaying windows.

“Ah, that plushie is cute.”

Which one? I said, and then stunned upon turning my head to that direction.

It was a huge plushie that guarded the shop’s door. I couldn’t tell if it was for sale.

“I think 200 yen is impossible for that.”

“It costs 8000 yen.”

It really was for sale. Shiori went ahead and checked its price tag.

If I had to take out even my budget for her birthday present, I might manage…

“Oh, but its original price is 500 thousand yen.”

“Really? That price reduction is unimaginable.”

“Hey, look,” Shiori showed me the tag. True, the black words were crossed out, replaced with black numbers.

“Is it unpopular?”

“It’s a doll that would curse the owner to die with an unknown death.”

Shiori’s eyes flashed.

“It’s great!”

“You think so?”

I backed off a bit. Shiori nodded with affirmation.

“I want this.”

“No way, it’s cursed.”

“We don’t know whether it’s cursed.”

“Anyway, let’s buy something more normal.”

Please, don’t let me be a man who gives a cursed doll to her girlfriend on her birthday.

“You sound like my taste is bad.”

“Oh, look, how does that doll over that sound?”

“I hate Yuichi-senpai the most.”

Shiori smiled.

“Whatever, I’d like to go into the shop for a look.”

The shop was composed of a pale pink colour. Dolls and little decorations filled the interiors.

“Let me wait here. This doesn’t look like a shop for man to enter.”

“Really? It doesn’t seem so for you, though.”

Casting an upsetting comment, Shiori walked into the shop alone.

I leaned on the electric lamp beside the shop.

What should I do? If she finds a doll she like, I can buy it as a present for her (save the cursed doll). But it might be even better to give her a present that would display my effort. But if we’re talking about something that would please Shiori…

At this moment, something whacked my back.

“Good afternoon, Yuichi-kun.”

Ayu showed her usual smile. We didn’t plan to meet here or made any arrangements, but every time I come here, she would bump into me.

“Say, Ayu.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think there would be a girl who would be happy to receive an ice cream and a shovel on her birthday?”

“I don’t think so.”

Ayu replied immediately.

“Well, what do you think girls would normally like to get on their birthdays?”

“Taiyaki!”

Ayu replied immediately again.

“Only you.”

I denied immediately like her.

“Ugu…Yuichi-kun, do you want to give a girl a birthday present?”

“You can think of it that way.”

“What kind of girl is she?”

I thought about it for a while.

“Her main food is ice ream. Her dream is to make a huge snowman. Yeah, that.”

Ayu tilted her head blankly.

“So what present do you think will make her happy?”

“…Ice cream and a shovel.”

“Right?”

Ayu tilted her head in thought too.

Then she asked me in an alien voice, “Is Shiori the girl you’re talking about?”

“Yeah.”

“I see,” Ayu nodded, smiling. The smile she had now was subtly different from the one her energetic self put on.

“Does Shiori have other interests?”

“Interests? Oh, she likes drawing.”

“That’s it!”

Ayu clapped her gloved hands and said, “Shiori fits drawing.” I wanted to tell her she could say that because she hadn’t seen her drawings, but if I had to buy drawing tools, there were many choices and very accessible. Shiori would also be very happy.

“I’ve made up my mind.”

After I nodded my head, Shiori had come back.

She hesitated when she saw Ayu standing with me. But Ayu ran to Shiori, almost flying into her, waving.

“She’s with you today again, Yuichi-kun!”

“Yeah.”

Shiori’s face reddened with a smile. Ayu nodded affirmatively and exchanged looks with me and Shiori.

“Yuichi-kun and Shiori really look like close siblings.”

“Siblings…”

Shiori sneaked a peak at me.

“Wrong, Ayu.”

I softly placed my hand on Shiori’s small shoulder.

“We’re…couples.”

Even though it was embarrassing, I had to say it.

“I see…”

Ayu sucked in air with an “ah” sound. Shiori said, calmly, “I didn’t even know that too.”

“Shiori…”

“I’m joking.”

It was painful to me even if it was a joke.

“Ahaha.”

Ayu smiled at my pitiful look. But her smile was different her usual one. It carried a touch of loneliness. Or was I too mindful?

“So which park are we going now?”

I was having a date with the person I like, yet I couldn’t help inviting Ayu.

But Ayu shook her head, her smile intact.

“I think I have to go.”

With that said, she turned away, but then turned back and whispered to me, “It’s great to be with you, to think up what present to give to Shiori.”

“Ayu,” I asked unintentionally, “are you still looking for that thing?”

Ayu exchanged glances with me and Shiori beside me. Then she smiled shamefully.

“…No. I think I’ve found it already.”

Then it was 31st January, Sunday.

Even though sunlight poured in through the crevices of the clouds, the sky was a shade of grey. The wind was cold and penetrating. It wouldn’t be a surprise if it snowed. This was a common day in winter here.

Today was a weekend. Dates we had before spanned only half a day, but now I could spend the entire day with her. Excited, I came to the meeting place fifteen minutes earlier.

Shiori came five minutes before the meeting time. She wved at me, her cape fluttering.

“Am I late?”

“No, I’m early.”

“I’m telling you, Yuichi-senpai, it’s fine to come later.”

Shiori puffed white smoke in a hurry. Had she been rushing here?

“Didn’t you get mad at me for being late?”

“But I want to be earlier than you today too.”

“What reason is that?”

Shiori smiled. Except for her skinnier face and tired voice, her smile was as bright as ever.

“By the way, what bag is that?”

Shiori who usually had nothing in her hands had now oddly a rectangular bag wrapped by cloth.

Proud, Shiori took out the box inside, which of course was rectangular as well.

“It’s a lunchbox.”

“Did you make it?”

“Yeah. Because I promised you I’d do so.”

“Okay. I look forward to it.”

“You sure do!”

“Taste aside.”

“…I hate Yuichi-senpai the most.”

Having repeated things we had once being saying over and over again, we started walking.

“So where are we heading? Since we have a lunchbox, let’s find a place we can eat it.”

“Okay, a place you know would do.”

“But I know only a few places. The house I’m living in, the school, the shopping district, and the park you took me to…”

“I want to have a look at your house.”

I stopped at the little choices I had.

“Can I?”

I was joking about my house, but Shiori looked serious.

“You can…but it’s just a regular house.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Then it’s good.”

I was also a healthy young man. I would be glad to invite a girl to my house.

Of course, I didn’t tell her so. I just moved my lips.

Shiori lowered her head and looked up at me only with her eyes.

“Yuichi-senpai, I guess you aren’t thinking anything funny, are you?”

“Come, we’d have to go if we’ve decided.”

“Woah. That’s not an answer.”

Although my back was poked with a complaining voice, Shiori followed me.

On the way, Shiori didn’t forget to take a trip to the shopping district to buy some ice cream she liked.

Returning home so early, Akiko was a bit surprised, but…

“Nice to meet you. I’m Shiori Misaka.”

Shiori’s careful bow made her understand immediately.

“Welcome, Shiori. It’s a small house, but please make yourself comfortable.”

“Thanks.”

“If Yuichi does anything funny, remember to scream.”

“Okay. I know.”

Looking at their cheerful conversation, I was a bit let down.

“Yuichi.”

After Shiori had ascended to the second floor, Akiko quietly called me to the living room.

Akiko seemed worried. I thought I would be lectured, but what should she said blew me off.

“Did you take Shiori home because her condition is severe?”

Shiori herself knew she looked bad. I didn’t pay much attention, but it had become so serious it could be noticed by a glimpse by someone else.

“No…Well, don’t mind. Shiori’s face looked white and poor from the beginning.”

I tried to pretend calm.

“I see. I worry too much. Sorry.”

Akiko returned to her room with a smile. I whacked my trembling legs that betrayed my emotions and went up the second floor. Shiori was waiting at the door of the room politely. I told her it was nothing big, opened the door, and invited her in.

“So this is your room, Yuichi-senpai.”

Shiori looked around, curious.

“It’s beautiful. It’s even more tidy than mine.”

“Because I have only lived here for less than a month.”

That was about the time I had come to know Shiori. I said, and Shiori, seemingly excited, looked at the windows and touched the furniture.

There wasn’t even a table in the room, so we stacked some magazines in the centre of the room, and placed the lunch box and Shiori’s ice cream on top.

“I threw some dry ice inside, so it can wait longer.”

“But we don’t have anywhere to sit.”

There was not mat or sitting cushion. Shiori said it was fine and sat on the wooden floor, leaning on the side of the bed.

“Oh wait, why don’t we lay the cape on the floor?”

“No,” Shiori said and pulled the cape on her body.

“I like this cape.”

“So you’re always wearing it.”

I sat beside her and pulled a side of the cape.

“No. I only have one.”

“Then I’ll knit a new one for you.”

“Woah. You will?”

“I’m joking.”

“I’m glad. Is it handmade? Is it Yuichi-senpai’s handmade cape?”

Shiori said with a singing tone.

“No…wait, I said I don’t knit.”

“You can by some reading.”

“I don’t even know how to hold that stick.”

“It doesn’t mind. You only have to spend some time, and one day you’ll…”

Shiori suddenly stopped, but she continued, smiling, “One day…”

Shiori’s voice trembled. It wasn’t worth mentioning in casual chat, but these two simple words just foretold the ending of this dream.

And today was the last today of this week.

Shiori’s face, her shadow, her breath, even her handmade lunch box, everything was a dream that was going to end today.

Even I could feel this oppressing reality. I could also feel it coming from Kaori’s and Akiko’s words.

‘One day’, it would happen to us.

This was reality.

“Shiori.”

“Woah, Yuichi-senpai.”

Shiori’s troubled voice because of the sudden embrace threw me even in more pain.

“…I’m depressed.”

In my arms, Shiori was small and frail, but she felt softer and warmer than what I had imagined.

I grasped her hand, stroked her head, letting her head to turn upwards at me.

“Woah, no…”

I stole a kiss without letting her finished what she had been saying. My heart’s waver flowed to my chest. My heart jumped madly. Shiori didn’t reject my kiss. Over her closed eyes, her eyelashes with moderate thickness trembled.

I pulled off my face slowly, and Shiori lowered her head, her face completely red.

“People who do these things…”

“I love them.” 

I broke off what she said again. This time I gently embraced her, as if encircling her entire body.

“I have always loved you, Shiori.”

“…”

“So from now on, I would only love you, no one else.”

“You’re saying something very embarrassing, Yuichi-senpai.”

Shiori put her head to my chest like a spoiled child. I held her.
She was light, surprisingly light.

Throwiung the cape behind her, Shiori lay on the bed.

“If you feel bad, or if you want to stop, you can say it.”

As if treating something that would easily break, I quietly moved my hands from her cheeks to her neck.

“That’s cruel. If you’re being so gentle on me, I couldn’t say no if I wanted to…”

She leaned her face to my hand that was caressing her cheeks.

“I love you too, Yuichi-senpai.”

Some tears glistened from her eyes. Her body shivered lightly.

I softly and lovingly held her body, moved my hand to the shoulder strap of the dress and unfastened it. Although Shiori’s body was tense, she didn’t go against it. Thus after I slowly pulled her dress down, her upper body was only left with a white sweater

Below the sweater I could see completely white panties.

Shiori didn’t cover it, but held her own body with a troubled face.

“Please don’t stare at it for so long…”

Shiori turned her flushed face to a side.

“I’ll become very embarrassed.”

She tightened her body, lifting her thin waist and then her thin thighs. Whenever I touch her smooth beautiful thighs that were now clean without stockings, her back would twitch, and she would bite her lips as if suppressing her inner uneasiness.

“…Uuh…”

Even so, she made small sounds. Her obstinateness and poor face was adorable, driving me more excited in getting every last part of her.

I laid horizontally beside her as if sleeping with her. I whispered beside her small ears, “I want to look more of you, Shoiri.”

Her face utterly red, she moved her head back, at a loss of what to say.

“I hate people who say those things…but...I don’t object to it,” she said, in an almost inaudible husky voice. I caught the lower part of her sweater and pulled it up. Her even chest, and the smooth curve of her body. In contrast there was two cute and content swollen parts covered with white cups.

“I…I…uh…”

Lightly sucking in air, Shiori said as if talking to herself.

“It’s small…right?”

Even on her white skin, the chest became red. I kind of remembered this was also one of her troubles.

“But it’s pretty.”

It was very adorable and suiting for Shiori.

Curling up the laced underwear revealed the slightly reddened, shaking breasts. Puberty hadn’t finished its job yet, for the peak of the swollen breasts were two immature pink nipples.

Well, this sort of risen shape couldn’t be said as nipples anyway. I touched them softly with my fingertips.

“…Mm…”

Shiori shut her eyes. I lightly held her breasts from behind and started to squeeze the outermost part.

As if puzzled by the feeling from this massage, she shook her head depressingly. Her eyes that opened up infrequently were soaked in tears, and she sobbed intermittently.

“Does it hurt?”

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“It doesn’t,” Shiori replied softly. I grasped her breast and felt its warmth, repeating the same action. Shiori’s moaned sweetly.

“Fu…”

Letting me take care of her breasts, Shiori relaxed completely. It should be fine for her now, I thought, as I reached her lower body.

“…No!”

Her panties being touched from above, her voice became sharp. Saying another voice of rejection, she wanted to take my hand away. Yet her reluctance was ambiguous, showing her heart’s unrest. Tears surfaced her damp eyes.

“Uu….Uu….I’m so embarrassed…sorry…”

“Sorry. I’m sorry, Shiori.”

As if comforting a child, I held her from above. I stroked her hair, and soon I had taken off my clothes and used my body warmth to reassure her.

“Please don’t apologise…”

Shiori suddenly turned around. “I’m not a child anymore,” she said with a strong nosed voice, tears flowing,

“It’s because it’s Yuichi-senpai that I would…”

As she made deep trembling breaths, she endeavoured to calm herself down.

It was natural to do this stuff with your lover. There was no need to apologise. She felt nervous because this was her first time, but she tried to accept me.

“I know.”

I felt the same. As I embraced her, I imagined being one with her, and started again in touching it. Shiori was still trembling, but now she didn’t use her hand to wave it off. Covering it with a palm, I slowly, very slowly used my finger to sink inside it. Shiori bit her lips and withstood the sensations of her very first time.

I wanted to feel the warmth and softness of it directly, so I approached the white panties with my hand.

“Yui…”

Shiori moved only her lips to call my name. After giving another kiss on her small and thin lips, I pulled her panties down over her thighs. Out of some reflex, Shiori turned around to hide away her body from me.

“It’s fine.”

I turned her back around and met my eyes with her. When I decided to take off the only piece of clothing, her sweater, she pressed her hand against mine to stop me.

“I’ll take it off myself…”

Shiori lightly raised her upper body and took it off. As if embarrassed from being looked at while doing this, she did it with my side facing her. Her dry and cool hair danced to the static electricity of the sweater. I held her small back. She turned around to reach my chest. We looked at each other and lay down again. I softly touched that place again.

“Uu…”

Burying her face in my chest, she had let everything fall under my control. I used to fingers to caress the centre of her body. Her body twitched backwards. After several times, it started to become damp.

Teardrops surfaced on her eyes again. Embarrassment had never ceased, even when—this was what she wished for.

I wanted to feel more of her living body. Not in a dream, or a play, or a story, but to forget everything and to conglomerate everything she and I had in the real world into one.

“Can I, Shiori?”

I held her again.

“…If I didn’t want it, I would have screamed…”

Shiori’s thighs relaxed. My body naturally went between her thighs.

“…because I have promised you already…”

I nodded. After smiling whole-heartedly and gently, I spreaded her legs farther. My thing rested on that place on her. Her adorable face had already made me full.

Pushing the front part a bit inside, Shiori trembled vibrantly, making her final resistance, grasping the cape behind her. Holding her waist, I slwoly entered her body.

In the starting point, the guiding point was done by the wet parts. The heating tension rejected my actions immedaitely.

“Mm…”

Advancing inwards, Shiori made an almost inaudible voice. Her face tensed and writhed in extreme pain.

With her small weak body she accepted the male mody for the first time. It was impossible that there would be no pain or suffering. Yet Shiori didn’t back up or escape. She bore it all.

“I love you, Shiori.”

I said softly to Shiori, hoping it would be a spell to lessen her pain.

“Yui…Yuichi-senpai…Uu…!”

In a flash her body lay flat. My thing had gone deep inside. Something was broken. Her warm and flexible interiors wrapped around my tensed thing.

“Uu….Uuuu….”

Shiori sobbed and cried.

“Are you okay?”

“Do I look okay to you?”

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In tears, Shiori said intermittently with a reddened face, “That’s horrible. I hate you the most…”

Even so, Shiori tried to show a smile. Her adorable and poor face was pushing me off limits.

“Shiori.”

I moved inside her body. Even though it was tight, it was comfortable. Shiori furrowed incessantly, and made sobbing sounds occasionally, but to the very end she didn’t reject me, not even once.

I called her name again and again till the end. The only thing I had in my mind was her, and I reached the moment that could be described as gratitude.

Let me make a promise with you again.

I will never be afraid.

I will accept all of you, to the very last moment.

And then we opened the lunch box she made.

“There’s a lot, so eat as much as you want.”

Like she said, it was a stuffed one. Except for the common hamburger meat, scrambled eggs, and fried shrimp, there were also simmer-fried stuff, jellied Chinese cabbage. It was a packed deluxe lunch box. And the fruits were placed inside without being cut. The sushis were almost as big as softballs.

“I made it for you too, so I got excited and made a bit too much.”

Still, Shiori didn’t attack the lunch box with me. She just ate her almost melting ice cream with gusto.

I finished the whole lunch box. At first I was a bit worried, but after eating several times with Shiori, I thought my stomach had been enlarged somehow.

After the meal, I enjoyed lying on Shiori’s thighs. After that, we went outside.

“…Uu, it’s cold.”

I raised the collar of my coat and shivered. It had started snowing again.

“But the air outside is refreshing.”

Shiori looked up at the sky, touching the snowflakes with her cheeks.

Looking blankly at the side of her face with her eyes closed, I was shocked.

Shiori’s usual white and even transparent face was now really red. Worried, I held her hand.

Her small and soft hand was no doubt hot.

“Don’t you have a fever, Shiori?”

“Well…”

“This isn’t the time for that.”

I seriously said to the smiling Shiori.

“Don’t worry. It’s only a small one.”:

It may be a small one to others, but to her it might not.

Did that episode in the room burdened her body? I injured her because I didn’t take control of my own emotions…

“It’s not what you think.”

Reading my face of what I was having in mind, Shiori shook her head without asking.

“I’m happy.”

She warmed my cold hand with her heated one.

“Yuichi-senpai, you treated me like a normal girl.”

“Shiori…”

“So I have to stay with you today, for the entire day.”

“There are still many places I want to go to,” Shiori said, walking ahead by herself.

“Honestly, is it okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t push yourself.”

“Okay!”

Shiori nodded, smiling. No matter how I dissuade her, she would push herself. I knew this, but I couldn’t win over that smile. And today hadn’t ended yet. Today was still the dream we two held.

“Where should we go then?”

“I want to go to the arcade?”

“Oh, do you want to take revenge?”

“I won’t lose today!”

In the end, even though the moles still laughed at her, her score was a lot better than zero.

Following that, we went to the school.

In the school grounds with no one else, we ran to our classrooms, scribbled some nonsense on the blackboard and got excited at doing something naughty.

The snowflakes falling from the sky had got slower, and we arrived at the court.

“When I first saw you here wearing causal clothes, it really freaked me out.”

“Do I look like this?”

Shiori put on her cape as she did back then and looked up at the windows from the court.

“Well, you had someone you want to see when you came here, hadn’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you see that person?”

“I saw him. Like listening to my wish, that person left from the place behind the windows I looked at and came to the court to check up on that weird person waiting for him.”

“Oh,” I said, getting embarrassed at my own question.

In the dusk, we looked at the passing orange clouds, while strolling along the path shaded by trees, the place we first met.

“Ayu and I got lost here that created our encounter.”

“You’re right. I rarely go outside, but that day I had to buy something at the convenience shop.”

“I see…”

I had almost forgotten about that, but now I remembered. Snow on her head, she blankly…or should I say she sat still, as if scared of something.

“That day, I…”

On her middle of speech, Shiori held my hand tightly. The heat on her hand became stronger, but I returned the grasp without saying anything.

The road became wider as we came to the end of the path.

Before the sunset, we came to the park we had our first kiss.

We silently held hands, looking at the fountain.

The night scene had already enshrouded our surroundings, but under the reflection against the snow by the pale illumination, the round plaza carried blue hues.

When was the last time we had a snow fight here?

Probably less than a month, but it felt like many years ago, for every day I spent with Shiori was as ample as half a year.

And those last several hours too…

“I’m a bit tired.”

Shiori leaned on me.

“Yeah, because we walked a lot today.”

Shiori seemed to be falling down. I quickly held her.

“Hahaha…we did.”

“We did a bit too much.”

Though I said it like that, I knew it wasn’t that much. Still, Shiori nodded her assent.

“Don’t you regret, Yuichi-senpai?”

Shiori asked softly, maintaining her smile.

“Finally, we have come to this day.”

“From now on, till forever, I won’t regret.”

Suppressing the emotions shooting to my heart, I tightened my embrace on Shiori.

“Yuichi-senpai, you’re strong.”

“No. You’re strong.”

Shiori who could lose her smile at any possible moment told me what being strong trully meant.

Shiori slowly shook her head and rolled up her left hand’s sleeve. In the centre appeared two blood vessels on her wrist. Across them was a white, fine and long cutting trace.

“On the night after I met you and Ayu at that shaded path, I did this to myself.”

Shiori started speaking calmly.

“Before that day, I hated myself very much.”

Her body was weak, poor, only causing others trouble.

Compared to her beautiful, clever, and healthy sister, she had nothing.

She was said she couldn’t live to her next birthday. She didn’t have the right to be sorrowful. So she smiled. She didn’t want to cause anyone trouble. If she lived in this world, she would only cause pain to the people she love. So she thought it would have been better if she disappeared earlier.

“I went to the convenience store and bought a cutting knife. I know it was not necessary, but I also bought a lot of other things. And finally because I like the snowing scene I took the longer path.”

On her way, she met Yuichi and Ayu.

“When the snow fell on my head, and the things spilled from my bag, I was very afraid of letting others know what I was thinking.”

“I can understand…”

I finally understood what her face meant that day.

“Then that night…I was alone in the house. In my room, I turned off the lights.”

She could see nothing. She could hear nothing. There was no space for thinking. She was alone, left alone in this world. While she drenched herself in thoughts, she knew what kind of world that was awaiting her. She took out the cutting knife she bought, gripped the yellow handle, and pushed out the sharp blade.

Slowly, with a deep breath, she placed the blade on her left wrist and slashed swiftly.

“On my left hand was a red line.”

Shiori stroked on the white, swelled line.

“I couldn’t think of anything at that time. Then I hear something.”

It was Yuichi-senpai’s and Ayu’s laughter.

“They were cheerful voices. Hearing them, and comparing myself to them, I felt I was too tragic. As if brought along with the voices, I laughed.”

For her sister and her family and kept on putting on a feigned smile, it had been a long time since she had smiled from the bottom of her heart.

“When I started, I couldn’t stop. I laughed so much my tears wouldn’t stop. My left hand was painful. After some time did I found out that I was only crying in sorrow.”

After that…

“After laughing and crying, I couldn’t manage to cut my wrist.”

From that night on, Shiori’s smile became a true smile.

I didn’t say anything like “I understand” and just agreed with her inside.

“So I am not strong. On that day, if I hadn’t met you and Ayu, I would have…No, if you hadn’t been willing to stay by my side, I would still have taken the same path.”

Shiori’s clear eyes reflected the droplets of the fountain, twinkling.

“Perhaps this is a miracle.”

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It was getting darker, the snow heavier.

White snow danced in this white world.

“I want to lie down and take a nap…”

As if talking in her sleep, Shiori said vaguely.

“Okay, let me take you to the bench.”

Shiori shook her head weakly to stop me and pointed to the grass on the ground covered with snow.

“That’s good.”

“But…”

“My body’s hot. I want to lie down on the snow. It’s cool and comfortable.”

“…”

“Because I like snow.”

I remembered she said something similar before, so I did as she said.

Shiori caught in her hands the petal-like snowflakes falling down.

“It’s beautiful…”

If this continued, the snow would engulf Shiori, with her snow-like white skin. I lay with half of my back on the ground beside her. The snow was chilly and painful, but now all I could was its comfortable coolness.

“Thank you, Yuichi-senpai.”

Shiori’s hand that I held was warm now, but…

“I’m so lucky to have met you, to have been together, eating ice cream, strolling through the shopping district, whacking moles…going to the same school, meeting friends, drawing a portrait for you…being taken to the café.”

“Yeah…”

“On that night, I could talk with my sister again after so long.”

“Yeah.”

“One thing aside, you have made all my wishes come true.”

“One thing aside?”

“I only didn’t have the chance to make a huge snowman. What a shame.”

We looked at each other and smiled.

The snow slowly piled up on our bodies.

“It’s called a miracle because it doesn’t happen.”

I talked, imitating her tone.

“But I think there are still some possibilities. That’s what a miracle really is.”

“…”

Shiori shook her head with a sad smile, but I continued, “So if a miracle does happen…”

Suddenly Shiori looked up at the clock on the pillar at a corner of the park. I looked at it too.

After a few minutes, the clock would point to the next day.

“After a while, there would only be an age gap of one year between you and me.”

“I bought a birthday present for you.”

“I’m happy.”

“It’s quite expensive.”

“But wait, just a little longer.”

The hands on the clock slowly, like us, closed their distance,

Shiori whispered in my arms.

“Did I get over it smiling?”

“Have I kept my smile?”

“Yeah, don’t worry,” I replied, holding her tighter.

“…Thanks.”

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With that, as the hands of the clock landed on each other, so did our lips.

Happy birthday.

Shiori.

Then the girl I loved said only one thing.

“Goodbye, Yuichi-senpai.”

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Kill No More

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Kill No More is a Chinese Light Novel by Yu Wo (御我). This series is completed with 13 Volumes published and 8 republished Volumes.

==Story Synopsis==
About a poor teenager Kaiser, and Liola, the best assassin in his world who appears in Kaiser's apartment through a dimensional gate but has vowed to kill no more. Some things happen, and instead of going to the government shelter for lost dimensional travelers, they wind up going to school together....

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==Updates==
'''June 2014'''
::* 09: Volume 10 Chapter 1 completed.

'''May 2014'''
::* 02: Volume 9 Chapter 4 completed.
::* 09: Volume 9 Chapter 5 completed.
::* 16: Volume 9 Chapter 6 completed.
::* 23: Volume 9 Chapter 7 completed.
::* 30: Volume 9 Chapter 8 completed.

'''April 2014'''
::* 08: Volume 8 Chapter 7 completed.
::* 11: Volume 8 Chapter 8 completed.
::* 18: Volume 9 Chapter 1 completed.
::* 22: Volume 9 Chapter 2 completed.
::* 25: Volume 9 Chapter 3 completed.

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==''Kill No More'' novel by Yu Wo==
===Volume 1 ([http://japtem.com/knm-volume-1/ Full Volume])===
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::* Chapter 1 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-1-chapter-1/ Fateful Meeting]
::* Chapter 2 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-1-chapter-2/ Purity]
::* Chapter 3 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-1-chapter-3/ Pink Big-Eyed Child]
::* Chapter 4 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-1-chapter-4/ Liola is a Dragon Knight?]
::* Chapter 5 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-1-chapter-5/ Breakfast Interlude]
::* Chapter 6 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-1-chapter-6/ Knight's Duel]
::* Chapter 7 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-1-chapter-7/ Dragon Contract]
::* Chapter 8 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-1-chapter-8/ Survival in the Wilderness]
 
 

===Volume 2 ([http://japtem.com/knm-volume-2/ Full Volume])===
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::* Chapter 1 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-2-chapter-1/ Strange Ruins]
::* Chapter 2 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-2-chapter-2/ Mystery of the Cross Necklace]
::* Chapter 3 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-2-chapter-3/ Light and Darkness]
::* Chapter 4 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-2-chapter-4/ Silver Mask is such as bas----]
::* Chapter 5 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-2-chapter-5/ Liola's Rage]
::* Chapter 6 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-2-chapter-6/ Lancelot's Apprentice]
::* Chapter 7 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-2-chapter-7/ The Strongest Student Dormitory in History]
::* Chapter 8 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-2-chapter-8/ Difficult Decisions]
 
 

===Volume 3 ([http://japtem.com/knm-volume-3/ Full Volume])===
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::* Chapter 1 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-3-chapter-1/ Meeting between the Master and Apprentice]
::* Chapter 2 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-3-chapter-2/ Six Forbidden Sins]
::* Chapter 3 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-3-chapter-3/ Method of Dual Identity Dating]
::* Chapter 4 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-3-chapter-4/ Violet Academy]
::* Chapter 5 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-3-chapter-5/ Holy Knight]
::* Chapter 6 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-3-chapter-6/ Seal]
::* Chapter 7 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-3-chapter-7/ Worthy of Consideration as a Godly Healer]
::* Chapter 8 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-3-chapter-8/ Forbidden Black Rose]
 
 

===Volume 4 ([http://japtem.com/knm-volume-4/ Full Volume])===
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::* Chapter 1 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-4-chapter-1/ Running away from home]
::* Chapter 2 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-4-chapter-2/ The Dark Street]
::* Chapter 3 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-4-chapter-3/ Sacrifice]
::* Chapter 4 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-4-chapter-4/ Operation Rescue Liola]
::* Chapter 5 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-4-chapter-5/ Kaigleser]
::* Chapter 6 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-4-chapter-6/ The Voice of the Dragon Cross Necklace]
::* Chapter 7 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-4-chapter-7/ Glory]
::* Chapter 8 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-4-chapter-8/ X Rank Duel]
 
 

===Volume 5 ([http://japtem.com/knm-volume-5/ Full Volume])===
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::* Chapter 1 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-5-chapter-1/ Anise's possessions]
::* Chapter 2 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-5-chapter-2/ The Real Ordinary]
::* Chapter 3 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-5-chapter-3/ Auntie]
::* Chapter 4 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-5-chapter-4/ Well Deserved Pride]
::* Chapter 5 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-5-chapter-5/ The Broken Seal]
::* Chapter 6 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-5-chapter-6/ Storm of Blood]
::* Chapter 7 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-5-chapter-7/ Aura Roasted Barbecue]
::* Chapter 8 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-5-chapter-8/ Declaration of War]
 
 

===Volume 6 ([http://japtem.com/knm-volume-6/ Full Volume])===
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::* Chapter 1 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-6-chapter-1/ Unclearable Suspicion]
::* Chapter 2 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-6-chapter-2/ Moonlit Beauty Lila]
::* Chapter 3 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-6-chapter-3/ Blood Wolf's Bad News]
::* Chapter 4 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-6-chapter-4/ Mystery of the Past]
::* Chapter 5 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-6-chapter-5/ Recovering the Dragon Cross Necklace]
::* Chapter 6 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-6-chapter-6/ Identity Exposed]
::* Chapter 7 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-6-chapter-7/ Becoming another world's Two People, Two Dragon]
::* Chapter 8 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-6-chapter-8/ Taoist]
 
 

===Volume 7 ([http://japtem.com/knm-volume-7/ Full Volume])===
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::* Chapter 1 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-7-chapter-1/ Master Lee's Request]
::* Chapter 2 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-7-chapter-2/ The Sun Faction]
::* Chapter 3 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-7-chapter-3/ Liola's Confusion]
::* Chapter 4 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-7-chapter-4/ Battle between a Dragon and a Snake]
::* Chapter 5 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-7-chapter-5/ Tragedy of Lin's Family]
::* Chapter 6 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-7-chapter-6/ Anise's Letter]
::* Chapter 7 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-7-chapter-7/ Martial Arts Alliance Leader, Xin Jietian]
::* Chapter 8 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-7-chapter-8/ Leader]
 
 

===Volume 8 ([http://japtem.com/knm-volume-8/ Full Volume])===
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::* Chapter 1 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-8-chapter-1/ Truth about the Devil]
::* Chapter 2 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-8-chapter-2/ Kaiser's Path, Liola's Road]
::* Chapter 3 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-8-chapter-3/ Daylight's Road]
::* Chapter 4 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-8-chapter-4/ One Goal, Three Journeys]
::* Chapter 5 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-8-chapter-5/ One Soul, Two Names]
::* Chapter 6 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-8-chapter-6/ Framing]
::* Chapter 7 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-8-chapter-7/ The Common Result]
::* Chapter 8 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-8-chapter-8/ Story of the Young Devil]
::* Manhua Side Story: [http://japtem.com/knm-manhua-side-story/ Dragon Whelp]
 
 

===Volume 9 ([http://japtem.com/knm-volume-9/ Full Volume])===
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::* Chapter 1 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-9-chapter-1/ Death-match Between Companions]
::* Chapter 2 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-9-chapter-2/ Meinan and Purity]
::* Chapter 3 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-9-chapter-3/ The Return]
::* Chapter 4 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-9-chapter-4/ Father]
::* Chapter 5 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-9-chapter-5/ Elder Sister, Younger Brother]
::* Chapter 6 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-9-chapter-6/ Fortune Teller, Mocha]
::* Chapter 7 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-9-chapter-7/ The Heart of the Dragon Emperor]
::* Chapter 8 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-9-chapter-8/ Side Story - Misery]
 
 

===Volume 10===
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::* Chapter 1 : [http://japtem.com/knm-volume-10-chapter-1/ Silver Moon Knight]
::* Chapter 2 : Immediate Knight
::* Chapter 3 : The Final Tear
::* Chapter 4 : Baolilong, All Grown Up
::* Chapter 5 : Aklan's Sorcery Academy
::* Chapter 6 : Everyone's Standpoint
::* Chapter 7 : When Coffee was still Coffee
 
 
 
 

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===Translators===
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== Series Overview ==
===Original Publication (13 Volumes, Traditional)===
*不殺(1) (July 4, 2005, ISBN 9789867201492)

*不殺(2) (August 10, 2005, ISBN 9789867201782)

*不殺(3) (September, 2005, ISBN 9789867201843)

*不殺(4) (October 3, 2005, ISBN 9789861710273)

*不殺(5) (November 3, 2005, ISBN 9789861710594)

*不殺(6) (December 12, 2005, ISBN 9789861710877)

*不殺(7) (January 11, 2006, ISBN 9789861711225)

*不殺(8) (February 20, 2006, ISBN 9789861711232)

*不殺(9) (March 22, 2006, ISBN 9789861711676)

*不殺(10) (May 8, 2006, ISBN 9789861712079)

*不殺(11) (June 21, 2006, ISBN 9789861712338)

*不殺(12)(July 24, 2006, ISBN 9789861712734)

*不殺(13)(August 28, 2006, ISBN 9789861713595)

===Kill No More: The Rumor (Side Story)===

*不殺外傳 (February 18, 2008, ISBN 9789862180808)

===Republication (8 Volumes, Traditional)===

*不殺精裝版 01 (February 9, 2009, ISBN 9789862185773)

*不殺 02（精裝版） (March 16, 2009, ISBN 9789862186671)

*不殺 03（精裝版） (May 11, 2009, ISBN 9789862187005)

*不殺 04（精裝版） (July 10, 2009, ISBN 9789862187586)

*不殺 05（精裝版） (October 19, 2009, ISBN 9789862188569)

*不殺精裝版 06 (February 8, 2010, ISBN 9789862189474)

*不殺 07（精裝版） (April 28, 2010, ISBN 9789862602690)

*不殺08(END)(精裝) (November 8, 2010, ISBN 9789862605080)

===Manhua (Traditional)===

不殺01(漫畫版) (February 8, 2013, ISBN 9789863271215)

不殺02(漫畫版) (December 17, 2013, ISBN 9789863275473)

==More Information==
===Wikipedia Articles===
::* [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yu_Wo Wiki of the Author]

===Other===
::* [http://blog.xuite.net/kim1984429/yuwo/ Author's Blog]

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