BlazBlue:Bloodedge Experience Part 1 Chapter 1

Illustrations

Prologue:Rebirth

Chapter 1: Contact

Chapter 2: Immortal

Chapter 3: Mitsurugi

Chapter 4: Secret

Chapter 5: Encounter

Chapter 6: Interlude

Epilogue

Afterword

BBBE Chapter 1: Contact

Part 1

Somewhere, far off into the distance, a piercing noise echoes. The sound fuels an impending sense of crisis, it's loud and jarring despite being muffled by various structures like how a wall acts like a protective membrane to the actions of one's neighbor; despite such distance and protective membranes, the noise is still hard on the ears.

Rather than crisis, this feeling is more akin to how your alarm clock disturbs your pleasant rest, screaming until you must act to silence it making you want to destroy it. Who doesn't hate that noise, a certain boy knows he can't stand it?

Anyway, the boy immediately wanted to be freed from this sound that was offensive to the ear. Thus...Naoto Kurogane's arm reluctantly left the warm cocoon of blankets atop the futon, reaching for the detested alarm clock alarm switch above his head. Said clock is an elliptically shaped non-digital type.

".......Stupid bastard..."

Following a light touch, the cruel cries cease from the alarm. He is left with a small satisfaction akin to smashing one of the world's evils. Then, motivated by victory, Naoto slips into the warm embrace of my futon.

But shortly after accepting the lullaby of drowsiness' advances, the front-door's bell beyond the bedroom door chimes. And it's not only once or twice, it rings over and over.

Too loud... Despite lacking the strength to voice his irritation, he wraps the futon around his head in resistance. This act serves to muffle the disturbance's noise, making the problem feel distant and irrelevant. However, soon the doorbell goes silent, as if in response to Naoto's shallow and lazy resistance, and soon the melodies of metallic mechanisms and tumblers enters the bedroom. It is the familiar sound of a key entering a lock and turning. It is followed by groaning sound of the door in the entrance not complying with Naoto's resistance.

(...again?)

Subsequently the sounds of someone entering his home reaches Naoto's ears. That familiar presence stirs Naoto, a look of resignation rather than confusion or annoyance on his face while he gives up in his rebellion, as he crawls out the warm confines of his cocoon. In a simple T-shirt jersey and night clothes, he performs an large awakening stretch as he rises from his bedding in the center of the purposely and simply furnished bedroom.

Naoto's apartment is described as a Japanese'1LDK' or an apartment with a single separated bedroom and another large combined kitchen, dining room, and kitchen (includes a single bathroom). It takes Naoto only a few short steps from the bedroom to reach the front door. But as he slowly rubs his drooping eyelids in his drowsiness, the door to his bedroom swings open with excessive force in quiet blur.

"Oh my. He's already up..."

Standing in the doorway peaking at the drowsy boy, is a long-haired girl in a pleated skirt sailor uniform with a blue ribbon and white base color. She voices her thoughts, tinged with a faint, vibrant sound of disappointment, as her hair sways, there being a white hair clip to complete the refreshing, uniformed look.

The intruding girl's name is Haruka Hayami. She is Naoto's childhood friend and also a classmate attending the same high shcool...She also happens to be the daughter of the apartment building's owner where Naoto lives.

"With so many door-bell presses showing results, that makes me confident in one thing. I think we've finally found the sure-fire way to get you up, don't you agree?"

Although he did not intend to get up while the door-bell was ringing, he decided to avoid such a familiar scenario. Haruka lifted her shoulder mischievously, giggling as she entered Naoto's bedroom, with an overly familiar confidence, teasing her childhood friend.

"It's not like I was going to come over everyday. But I'm disappointed. Just like the childhood friends in Nao-kun's favorite games, I wanted to lovingly wake you up with a 'Nao-kun, wake-up~.' I thought that would help fill your affection meter."

"What are you saying, idiot? That's a template! A cliche trope! There's no way genuine childhood friends really do that! What respectable Japanese girl enters a man's room suggestively saying 'I don't like to be apart from you~<3~<3'! Seriou-......Wh-what game?"

Naoto only comprehended Haruka's earlier words just now, too rushed to contest her 'template' words and deeds to act with more discretion. At that moment, Naoto's drowsiness and clouded mind was grimly awoken by Haruka's words.

Wh-Why did Haruka suddenly bring up the topic of games and childhood friend templates? Before Naoto could contrive an answer, Haruka's eyes teasingly met his now alert gaze.

"Or, is 'Hurry and wake up, Onii-chan!~' your preferred route's princess?"

"Th-that's not something I know about!"

"No, it's okay; Nao-kun is a growing boy. It's not particularly weird or abnormal. Rather, having lots of girls come out just to suit a boy's fancy, isn't everyone satisfying their urges that way? I thought having just the game was a little lonesome..."

"O-Okay! I admit I have those games, but I didn't buy them myself! Fukuda forced those games on me, okay!?"

Naoto exaggeratedly shakes his head in denial, but it can't be helped the self-evident truth that such an excuse sounds shallow and superficial; wouldn't anyone see it that way?

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