Chapitre 6: New Identity
In a hospital room, a woman is pacing anxiously. She bites her nails, and distress is clearly painted on her face. Looking at the window to gaze at the scene outside, she throws her gaze back the young man who is chilling on the hospital's bed.
Of course, I was just describing Shizuka's behavior for the past hour.
"Why are you pacing like you are waiting for your non-existent fiancé?"
"Gah! Don't talk about marriage in front of me!"
Of course, while saying that, she threw me a water bottle that she took out of nowhere. Being an amazing person I am, I managed to dodge that.
"For the umpteenth time, watch my head, woman!"
"Don't test my patience, brat!"
This is also the umpteenth time we are bantering against each other. Her behavior irks me, and each time I point it out, she is always livid. I thought it would be amusing messing with her. It turns out...
It is extremely amusing!
I am bored to death. I can't get out of this place, until the police figure out who I am, and notify my family. Messing with her is really a good way to distract my mind.
"Seriously though, what makes you anxious?"
Shizuka calms herself down, before staring at me intently. "What makes me anxious? Do you want to hear that?" I nod my head. She continues, "It's the police! The police is making me anxious. What if they decided to apprehend me?"
She crouches, and clutches her head, "What if your family sue me for crippling your brain? I don't want to be in jail!" She mutters creepily, and depressively.
I look at her crouching form, and retort, "First of all, amnesia isn't equal to brain damage. My brain is shocked, indeed. However, it's not crippled!" She is startled by my outburst, and she stops crouching.
"Secondly, you don't have to be afraid of police apprehending you. Cases like this are usually resolved by mediation. If depends on the agreement between both parties." I ended my explanation.
Shizuka looks at me in amazement, albeit briefly, before shaking her head. "No, I am not afraid of that. I am just torn between leaving you or taking responsibility of my action!" She exclaimed rather righteously.
So that's what she is concerned about?!
If I were as big and tall as my previous self, I would have slap this woman to heaven. The audacity she has to say that loudly is maddening. Luckily, I am a mature 26 year old soul. Thus, I ignore what she just said.
"Huuh... How long have we been waiting?" Shizuka, who has sat herself beside my bed, asks me in sincere curiosity. I look at her with my unamused eyes — which disgusts her — and say, "You have a watch on you, and you can't even tell the time? As for your question, it's been an hour."
"Wow! How can you know it even without wearing a watch?" She asks in wonderment, and slight sarcasm. Surely, I have a comeback, "Anyone smarter than your dumb head will be able to know that."
"What did you say, brat?!"
"My head is injured for Odin's beard!"
Why is this woman so fond of hitting my head?!
Just like that, an epic fight ensues. Shizuka is desperately trying to reach my head that was leaning backward, while I am pushing her head away from me, so she can't reach my head.
Rattle.
We hear the door open, but we are too busy on our epic fight that we disregard it completely.
"Kuhum!"
"Huh?"
While Shizuka reacts awkwardly, I opt to observe the person instead. It is a cute middle school girl with an ahoge on her head. If this body I am inhabiting were to be a girl, it would surely look like her — well, not really.
Shizuka distances her body away from me, and clears her throat. "Kuhum! That was unsightly of me, I am sorry. May I know who you are?"
I don't need the girl to answer for me to deduce she is my sister. My keen eyes has seen through her long ago.
As I expected, the girl looks at me sharply, before pointing her finger at me, and exclaim cheerfully, "I am 'that' person's sister."
The thing she said, and the way she said it really contradicts each other. What does she mean by "that" person? Am I some kind of a criminal or something? What is the definition of "that"? I want to know!
"Oh! So, you're his family!" Shizuka's eyes lights up in delight. She's happy she will be finally let go from this place soon, it seems. "Kid, do you remember something?" I glance at Shizuka from the corner of my eyes, before responding simply, "No."
At least, that's enough to distort her face.
"Nee, Onī-chan? Don't you recognize me?"
The cute middle school girl asks me in worry. This kid has so many faces that I am amazed at how quick she changes her mood. One minute she's looking at me in disdain, and the next minute she's worrying over me.
The only relieving thing is all her feelings are genuine. That means, her disdain over me is also sincere, unfortunately.
"I am sorry. I don't even know my name. How can I recognize you?" I shake my head faintly. The girl squints her eyes, before answering, "Well, at least Onī-chan is still Onī-chan." She smiles after that.
This time, I can't even figure the feeling she is showing me. Maybe it is happiness, or is it sadness? This kid can make a perfect actress. Her mask is almost perfect. Yes, almost perfect. I can see through most of her act.
However, this body seems to have an unconscious attempt to deny it every time I see her through — weird. Also, she seems familiar. Unfortunately, I can't pinpoint where I have seen her. I'm starting to feel like a genuinely amnesiac person.
Rattle.
The door opens once again, and two people come in. They are Dr. Murata, and a young looking middle-aged woman with glasses. The cute girl's facial features really resemble this woman. Which means, she should be my mother.
She stands in front of me, gazing me curiously, before calling out, "Hachi?" I look at her in mild confusion, and she sighs helplessly. What a unique bunch of family I have. She knows I have amnesia, yet she has the audacity to call my nickname?!
"Oh? Are you Hiratsuka Shizuka-san?"
"Ah, yes! I am Hiratsuka Shizuka-san. I am sorry, because of my inattention I injured your son."
"No, no, no. It's alright, Shizuka-san. My son is sturdy! Right, Hachi?"
No, don't look at me. I don't know who the fuck is Hachi! Seriously, can you just tell me my name?!
My mother looks away awkwardly from me as she finally realizes my 'WTF' face. Clearing he throat, my mother extends her hand forward.
"My name is Hikigaya Maiko. Nice to meet you, Shizuka-san."
"Ah, nice to meet you too, Maiko-san."
"Now, can we discuss what happened to my son?"
"Very well."
It is how their conversation about what happened to me is started. None of them pay me any attention. They seem to forget I am there.
Seriously, they are talking about me, while ignoring me? What kind of logic is that!
Still, I too have something to ponder about. The family name of my mother. Hikigaya is a well-known family name in this universe. It belongs to my favorite most rotten protagonist. But, I don't like to jump to conclusion.
Therefore, I ask my sister.
"You are my sister, aren't you?" She looks at me, and goes, "Hm? Yes, I am." I nod my head lightly, and ask, "What is your name?" She smiles, and declares cheerfully, "I am your favorite little sister, Komachi!"
Now, she's cute enough for me to give her a headpat as a reward. However, my mind is too occupied by one thing. She calls me Onī-chan, right? That means, I am...
"Hikigaya Hachiman. I am Hikigaya Hachiman."
Gasp.
The people's attention turn to me. They are shocked I can recall my own name. While I am shocked too, I am not shocked because of that. I am shocked, because I am a fucking Hikigaya Hachiman!
I am the protagonist of this world who has no plot armor! Even though many shitty things will happen to him, it doesn't matter to me. That's the future of the 'previous' Hikigaya Hachiman.
I am different. I am Hikigaya Hachiman on the outside, but Chris in the inside. Therefore, I will live this clearly much easier world as I pleased.
Let's be rich in this world!
What? Do you think I should be collecting women? Hah! I don't have to collect them. They will come for me eventually. Narcissistic? No! I will prove how wrong you are.
"Uwahh... Onī-chan you're grinning creepily."
I am awaken by Komachi, who has just chided me. Raising my head to look at her, my previous grin disappeared. I sigh to myself to calm down my beating heart. Reincarnation does exist, and it makes me too excited.
"Huuh... I am sorry. I think there must be something wrong with my facial muscle."
"Oh! It just moved without your consent?"
"Yes."
"Don't worry, it won't be permanent. It is just the aftereffect of the shock your head received."
I nod my head at Dr. Murata in appreciation. Unconscious activation of facial muscle is caused by brain damage. Such thing happens permanently. Which means, he backed up my bullshit. It seems he noticed I didn't grin because of that reason, and he decided to help me out.
What a good man.
It takes another few minutes, until the mediation between my mother and Shizuka finished. No police are involved in the mediation. They handled it professionally, and maturely. I nod my head in appreciation at them.
It is also at that point I realize Dr. Murata misunderstood me. One of the agreements that my mother made with Shizuka is that she should visit me, at least, one time in a week to check my condition.
The fucking idiot thinks I am hitting on Shizuka for that reason. No wonder he gives me the knowing look from time to time.
Anyway, now that I have grasped my situation, I am ready to live my new identity.
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