{X} Come out of the shades, and mutter a greeting.

[X] Come out of the shades, and mutter a greeting.

[x] Come out of the shades, and mutter a greeting.

{X} Come out of the shades, and mutter a greeting.

[x] Come out of the shades, and mutter a greeting.

[ ] I better leave her alone for now.

>Just as promised at the beginning of the second thread, I'm not going to initiate any Fuku interaction without asking the obnoxious 'Do you really want to?' first.

Yes.

[x] Come out of the shades, and mutter a greeting.

[x] I better leave her alone for now.

>I better leave her alone for now.
Who would choose this? Seriously...

[X] Come out of the shades, and mutter a greeting.

>>76488
>Who would choose this? Seriously...

Well, beside >>76486 and >>76483 I dunno. But I promised, so it was necessary.

[X] Come out of the shades, and mutter a greeting.

... someone who fortunately isn't anyone harmful. For someone with - I think - experience in being homeless, she betrays signs of incredible carelessness at times. Not that there are any grounds on which I could base that thesis, but do I really need to? Come to think of it, she might be lucky to have me here tonight - two people are much less likely to get attacked than one, let alone a lone, thin as a rack girl. A girl unable to fight back. Kind of ironic - how she survived so long when even a guy like me - not an incarnation of Hulk Hogan - was able to get her on the ground without exerting himself.
... is she stupid? Or simply unaware of the danger she's putting herself in? Unaware, just like she's unaware of someone spying on her exposed legs... Right, I should probably do something about that. For instance, walk into the ring of light, reveal myself. I wouldn't want to spook her, now would I? The reaction might be worth the effort, but honestly, the mood isn't quite right for such things.
"Hello." A simplest greeting possible, as there's no need for anything else. She grants me a single, fleeting glance of miscoloured eyes, before returning them to the nothingness ahead. "May I...?"
"..."
Silence. Not even a nod, but as far as I'm concerned, lack of protests usually means agreement. Unless they're asleep - which she doesn't seem to be. I'll take that as a yes, then, and seat myself as close to the fire as possible, but keep the distance required by our relationship. A relationship based on waving a stun gun at each other's face, and exchanging a few words in between. Not enough of a basis to get too close, and I'm sure neither of us would really appreciate that. What am I thinking about? Instead of wasting the oxygen on fruitless wondering, I may as well get rid of it right ahead. The effect will still be the same in the end.
"... ehh." I sigh. The air here, stale and somewhat dry, as opposed to it's polluted, but constantly moving city cousin, feels difficult to breathe. Ironically, considering how it's a freakin' park, and not a museum of dust and dirt, where no one cleaned for years, in fear of damaging the pieces. Or perhaps it's just the fault of the fire, I can't really tell. Fukuzai, in all her gloominess, remains silent. I didn't expect her to say anything anyway, but the silence can't go on forever. It's... uncomfortable. Urges the mind to concentrate on other things, on which I shouldn't focus. "... so, how was your day?"
It would seem that despite keeping her cool on far beyond the average levels, she still feels inclined to at least respond. A good sign? Don't know about that.
"... tiring." she says "... a lot of homework."
"A lot, huh..." right. I was semi-absent at school today, there's no way I'd know about homework. "And other things? Everything okay?"
It may have been just an illusion, but I think she flinched at that question. What, did I hit a nerve or what?
"... okay." regardless, there's another brief answer "... nothing out of the ordinary."
Nothing out of the ordinary... whether that forebodes well or not, I don't know, and somehow, I think asking for an explanation would be too much. But then again... This isn't a conversation. This isn't a goddamn conversation!
I look up to the ceiling of treetops above and groan under my nose.
Seriously, I came here to relax, and maybe chat a little bit, yet it would seem that this girl is keen on denying me both of the pleasures. No wonder she doesn't have any friends, and isn't familiar with anyone in the class - with this kind of personality and skill to keep up a conversation, she's bound to get shoved aside sooner or late, in favour of more interesting personae. Pitiable, but it's her own fault, she, of all people, should be the one striving to fix that. Yet here we are, listening to nought but the buzzing of leaves above, trying to make out as much as possible from the darkness. With our stupid, weak human eyes that can't distinguish a skunk from a marten, unless you place a halogen floodlight over a pair of specimen.
Eyes, that I return to my quiet companion, only to have them meet with another - miscoloured - pair. The moment they realize they've been caught looking in this direction though, they immediately return to wherever they were staring before. Their owner's mouth mutters something I can't make out. That's kind of... irritating. This is what I was complaining about, see?
"If you've got something to say," I voice my thoughts "Say it."
"..."
Nothing. Still nothing. How long do I have to talk to squeeze anything out?
"Look," I say, out of patience at last "What's your problem?"
Explosion. As if though the words I've just let out were incredibly offensive, she springs onto her legs, an annoyed scowl painted on her face. Having startled the crap out of me, she opens her mouth, as if to say something...
"..."
... but ends up keeping silent. What the...
"Stop," I mutter while squeezing the bridge of my nose "Making such sudden movements. It's distressi--"
"Shut up." finally. After an eternity of cold indifference, her lips at last come up with something I can understand. "Shut up." she repeats, for reasons unknown. Still glaring at me like if I was a dog that's just peed on the carpet, and appears very glad about the fact, she clenches her fists. "Shut up." and one last time "... I thought you came here to apologize... but instead, you're just asking idiotic questions. Shut up."
Wait, apologize? Why would I..."
"What are you talking about?"
"You forgot about me, then?!"
"I what? What do you--" then it hits me. Right. I forgot. Thanks to everything that's happened today, I forgot about this simple promise I'd forced on her, and then completely let it's existence fade away. And yet here I am, smalltalking to the one who's suffered the repercussions of absent-mindedness. No, it's not like I could help it! For fuck's sake, the whole day looked like a nightmare, I'm justified in forgetting about something like that! "Yeah." I nod "I did forget. Many things happened."
It's done, the scowl subsides, only to be once again substituted by the usual, indifferent expression. But instead of slumping to the ground, like I would expect her to, she remains firm upright.
"... so you did forget."
"Like I said," I butt in, intent on taking my excuses to an end. At least let me explain myself, damn it, before making accusations! "Many things happened. Aoi came to school ill, so I had to take her to a doctor... And our new nurse turned out to be a lunatic. I had to get her out of the school. Then she crashed at my place since there was no one at hers, and--" I pause for a moment "Sorry, okay? Many things happened, really. I'll do it tomorro-- OW?!"

The string of self-righteous promises gets cut off by the feeling of the ground suddenly jumping at my back. No, rather, it was my back which was forced to meet up with mother Earth, pushed down by someone's hand. Someone's, who is now sitting on my stomach like on a pillow, glaring mercilessly at my surprised face. I can't help, but notice, how her half-exposed legs adhere tightly to my torso. Almost like if she was gripping me in a vice.
"... you're going to do it tomorrow..." she says, undisturbed, using the moment of my inattention "... just like you did it today?"
"Hell, no!" I almost yell out, shocked by my own reaction. Why am I panicking? This is wrong, yeah, but... No, hell, NO! "I had a hard day today, I couldn't help it--!"
"... what if tomorrow is hard as well."
"I--" I click my tongue. If tomorrow decides to drop an avalanche upon my shoulders as well, I suppose... I'd forget again. "... look, I promise I'll--"
"You promised once," she cuts in "... and we both see what came from that."
"For the love of-- I told you I had a hard day!"
I try to push her away, only to have my forearms get pinned to the ground. Before I can as much as scream, she shakes her head violently, as if to brush the hair off her face. Then bends down.
"... I don't believe you."
"What are you--"
She's getting closer.
"... I'll make you remember."
And closer. I can feel the air she exhales on my lips.
"Get off..."
"... so that you won't forget."


...


My body, impotent like a doll, falls swiftly onto the mattress, sending creaks of springs to resonate around the room. It took me less than 20 minutes to get home, yet it felt like an eternity of rolling a giant ball of stone uphill. The worst thing...
"... urgk." Even after having changed into my pajamas, my eyes refuse to close. It's already around 3AM, I need to sleep. Need to rest before tomorrow. "... god... damn it..."
How am I supposed to fall asleep like this...?!

Her scent is... all over me...


...



Ring, ring, miss reality requests an immediate meeting with you, sir, and she's sent a messenger in form of an alarm clock to relay the message. To hell with it.
I blindly flail my hand around in the general direction of the bedside table, in hopes of silencing the damn thing.
"... gotcha." Is all I manage to mutter when the desired results show up at last. Still, I'm awake. Somehow, for some bizarre, twisted reason, I'm fully awake. No, in fact, I think I might have not fallen asleep at all. Even blinking takes indescribable amounts of energy. "... damn." I thought I'd set the alarm for 7AM? Yet it shows it's already around 8... How come... "Oh crap."
I'm going to be late, if I don't get out of bed at once.

[ ] Screw that, stay at home.
[ ] Call David I'll be late. There are other things to do before going to school.
[ ] That's the fate of those who wander the streets at night. Burn your soles, idiot.

[ ] Call David I'll be late. There are other things to do before going to school.

Did we just get raped?

[X] Call David I'll be late. There are other things to do before going to school.

Bath. Shower. One of them.

Need to look good and smell good for our Aoi~.

{X} Call David I'll be late. There are other things to do before going to school.

[x] Call David I'll be late. There are other things to do before going to school.

[ ] That's the fate of those who wander the streets at night. Burn your soles, idiot.

:<

[x] That's the fate of those who wander the streets at night. Burn your soles, idiot.

Remember. It's not rape if she's hot.

[x] Screw that, stay at home.

[x] Call David I'll be late. There are other things to do before going to school.
[x] Bath. Shower. One of them.

[X] Call David I'll be late. There are other things to do before going to school.

ಠ_ಠ

Was that really Fuku? It felt too wierd to be really her.

Okay, forgive my bad memory but what exactly was this "promise" that we made to Fuku and when did it happen?

I'm just completely lost and confused here, I even skimmed through the last thread and I'm not seeing anything.

>>76564

Not particularly a 'promise', but we were supposed to talk to Heather about Fuku's issue.

That being said... UPDATE!

[X] Call David I'll be late. There are other things to do before going to school.

[X] Call David I'll be late. There are other things to do before going to school.

Get out of the bed, get dressed and skip breakfast just to not be late for school? I don't think so, there are things that have to be done in the morning and I'll be damned if I suddenly decide that school is more important than they are.
Yawning as I get out of the bed I stretch, and... My eyes catch the sight of my cellphone lying on the table. Yeah, I should probably call somebody at the school to let them know I'm late. After all, skipping too many classes without an explanation can never result in anything good.
I pick a number from speed-dial, and after few moments I hear a familiar voice.
"Hey lover-boy, planning to boast with the most incredible day of your life?"
Yes, sadly David is the only person I can call about this, having never gotten teacher's numbers, or those of anybody else in our class.
"No, I just happened to sleep a bit late."
"Oh-ho!" His voice grows bit more excited. "So you're going to tell me about that night you'll never forget, then?"
"Is this all you can think about? Never heard about something called bad mornings?" I answer to him in annoyed tone, it's not like I need any more reminders of what happened... "And if I did happen to have an 'unforgetable night', I'd know better than call you about it."
"Ooh~" His calm reply rings from the phone. "Well, I won't bother you anymore about the time you and Aoi spent together, I'm sure it was great."
"Oh come on!" Nearly yelling to the phone I stand tense. "He was sick and I took him home! There was nothing more than that, alright?!"
There is a moment of silence before David sighs and continues. "...Hey, you realize that it doesn't take much to get rumors started in our school, right? And looking at the company I hang out with in my free time, I really hear most of it."
"..." I stay silent, only biting my lip. This isn't like his usual fooling around, he really has a point now.
"Now imagine this: There is a student in the school, he's not too social save for few friends, not in any way remarkable person." He takes a dramatic pause. I already know where this story is heading to, but I let him continue. "But then, one day a transfer student walks into class. She's cute, but childish and doesn't really have any kind of bust to speak of. But for some reason the boy that was so unsocial earlier acts kind towards her, even going as far as spending lunch with her and showing her around school."
By now I've moved to bathroom, tapping the sink while listening to Davey.
"Maybe he had a change of heart? Who knows, it's not unheard of, apparently he helped a girl with heavy load of books earlier." That... Adahn, so somebody did hear of that. That's not entirely unexpected, but still annoying. "But it all gets better! So, the next day after first class the boy disappears. Somebody did see the girl too, but she never showed up for any of the classes. The logical explanation? They went off to spend the day together, and who knows what followed..."
When it looks like he has nothing more to say, I finally talk. "...Is that what people are saying?"
"It's what at least our class is saying. Most likely others know about it too, but they should have their own rumors." He sighs, this time sounding apologetic. "Seriously, I'm not buying the crap those guys are spouting, but you should know this. What did you call me about?"
He can be nice guy sometimes, in his own way. "Just... I'll be a bit late to school, alright? Things to do, I just woke up."
"Yeah yeah, I'll come up with something to say to Belmont. You'd better pray that Aoi isn't late too, though."
Oh christ, he's still probably sick. "...If I've ever needed help from Lady Luck, it's now."
"That bad huh? Later." A click, and the call ends.
Well. This day is really starting in a magnificent manner. Fuku really did great job of wrapping me in whole lot her misfortune... No, I don't even want to think about it, first I should wash this smell off from me.

...

Being so late at the breakfast table I can spend the morning in peace. Mom and dad have already left for work, so only thing to greet me is a yellow post-it note on toaster.
'It is dangerous to go alone, use this.' I can't bring my palm to my face hard enough. Anyway, the note says that in my dad's handwriting, under which there are is some address along with phone number. '(if you can't tell yet, that's Aoi's number and address. use them well)' I won't even begin to think why or how he got those. Thanks dad, I couldn't do this without you. Not.
So, I sit down to the table for some light breakfast. Not before pocketing the note though, mind you. As much as it annoys me it might prove useful.
While munching on a sandwich, I decide on my next action which is...

[ ] I'll head to school right away after this.
[ ] ...I should at least go check up on Aoi.
[ ] I'm in despair! Pressure of the world has left me in despair, and only cure is to stay whole day in your house!
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>>76871
Poor Protagonist, David got Aoi before him. I guess it's time to change the target, huh? So work extra-hard to prevent this, alright!

[x] ...I should at least give Aoi a call.
[x] I'll head to school right away after that.

Slipped up on your gender pronouns a few times there, Vodka.

[x] ...I should at least give Aoi a call.
[x] I'll head to school right away after that.

[X] ...I should at least go check up on Aoi.

Screw it. Don't care about our reputation. Just care about our Aoi.

Plus, given that we play as Aoi in AoD, we know that Aoi tends to dig people who look out for him. Therefore, the best course of action is to look after him.

[x] ...I should at least give Aoi a call.
[x] I'll head to school right away after that.

On an unrelated note, I bet Nemo is this kid that everyone thinks is stoned, and eats lunch in the middle of the garden.

>>77053

Nemo's the groundskeeper.

[x] ...I should at least give Aoi a call.
[x] I'll head to school right away after that.

[X] ...I should at least go check up on Aoi.

[ ] ...I should at least go check up on Aoi.

{X} ...I should at least give Aoi a call.
{X} I'll head to school right away after that.

[X] ...I should at least give Aoi a call.
[X] I'll head to school right away after that.

Yeah, I should at least make sure that she's not horribly sick. I went this far to make sure she'd be alright, there's no turning back now.
Picking up the piece of paper with the number written on it I input them to my cell. I did say make sure she's alright, but this should be enough for now. Like David said, I can't afford to be late for(or for that matter, skip) any more classes.
Beep.
That's how phone goes. It is deeply coded message that David apparently spent ages and many restless nights trying to crack, sweat most likely trickling down his forehead when he engaged in battle of wits with technology. Finally, one day he managed to do it, and in his triumph told me that it means 'wait'.
Beep. Such a peculiar beep.
Actually, what am I even waiting for? It's entirely possible that there isn't anybody home there right now, maybe Aoi already left for school?
Bee- "This is Watarase residence. How may I help you?" Voice of a young woman comes from the phone.
"Oh, hello." Just who is this, some kind of maid? "I'm uh, Aoi's friend from school. She didn't show up for morning class, so I was wondering if there was some problem? Could I speak with her?"
A moment of silence, not even breath can be heard.
"...Excuse me for a moment." A sound of handset being set down, most likely on a table. Christ, that's one old-fashioned house.
Few moments of waiting in silence later, I hear woman's voice again. "Young master is still asleep, and I don't think I should... wake her up."
That pause was weird, but never mind. "So she isn't going to come to school at all for today? Would it be okay if I came to check on her or-"
"That won't be necessary." She cut me off in a stern voice. "I'll take care of her to best of my ability which should be more than enough."
"Ah, uh..." Seriously, what's up with that house? It's like something from stereotypical high-school story... "...Alright, thanks for telling at least that."
"It is only my duty." Yeah, sure it is. "Was there anything else?"
"Well, if she happens to wake up, could you tell her that it'd be best for her to come to school? Having attendance rate like this just after transfer isn't good."
"..." A sigh from the other side of the phone. "...That I shall do. I wish you'll have a nice day at school today."
"Yeah, nice day to y-" Click. Duut, duut, duut...
I set the phone down. Excellent work miss maid, you managed to be annoying as hell. If Aoi won't show up at school you can count on surprise visit from me.

...

After very eventless buss-ride and bit of walking, I find myself standing in front of my school's shoe lockers. From the look of hallways and time classes are, and will be on for at least good few minutes more.

[ ] Best way to ensure I won't be late for next class is to wait in front of it. Boring, but no time to waste.
[ ] This morning is beautiful, I should wait outside for classes to end.
[ ] Didn't I have something to do at the infirmary?

[x] This morning is beautiful, I should wait outside for classes to end.

[x] Didn't I have something to do at the infirmary?

[x] Didn't I have something to do at the infirmary?

{X} Didn't I have something to do at the infirmary?

[ ] Didn't I have something to do at the infirmary?

[x] Didn't the infirmary do something to me?

[ ] Didn't I have something to do at the infirmary?

[ ] Didn't I have something to do at the infirmary?

Go with the flow

I guess we owe you an apology, but it's still best to say it here.

All Together at Once is over, or at best very iced. Number of things are to blame for this:
1. General disorder with the writers of the story.
2. That Aoi H-scene. Yes, I acknowledge that it sounds dickish to say this, but it basically ended the Aoi route prematurely. And even if you weren't on that yet, there's no way you wouldn't have ended on that soon since you were going for him. All the time.
3. Which brings us to the third point. It was all Aoi. Yeah, he was made an available target and you have every right to pursue him. But when point of the story is all protagonists/characters together, one getting all of the attention is really annoying, mostly to the writers.

Useless.

Read by faggots
Written by faggots
Ended due to faggotry

Seems appropriate.

>2. That Aoi H-scene. Yes, I acknowledge that it sounds dickish to say this, but it basically ended the Aoi route prematurely.

wat

>>83600
Whoop-dee-freakin-doo.

>>83601
Basically, Kelvin served you on a golden tray what we were planning on serving you after you've deserved it, thus erasing the sole point of Aoi's route - the gay sex at the end. We - the writers who participated in this project - also realize that as long as Aoi is there, no other girl will gain any larger focus. We've been had - check-and-mated. Pinned down.

>>83615
>the sole point of Aoi's route - the gay sex at the end
it couldn't possibly be the character interaction and development and drama that make the rest of the story interesting, right?

oh wait, you suck at writing all of those anyway

Smells like a shitstorm might be coming in. What's the call?

>>83629

I didn't care for the h-scene anyway.

>>83615

There was stll plenty to be done. Like, Aoi telling Faggot that he is a boy. Sex usually happens after enough time has passed for the partner accept his homossexuality.

Faggot.

>>83629
May I remind you there was at least three of us? Would have been four, if a certain other writer had kept his promise.

>>83666
It all happened in that H-scene. Even the attitude was similar. Kelvin basically wrote Aoi's route in a nutshell.
There is nothing more there to be done.

>>83651
Leave it for now, if it does break out, lock the thread.

>>83713

I told you a day after that I couldn't do anything, and that I gave up. Not updating after that point was entirely to blame on your own laziness; so please quit using me as a scapegoat. It makes me dislike you more and more every time you do so.

no updates, thread went up in flames
its like reading one of YAFs old threads..

OK...then how about starting again from the beggining?