章 516: Logic Is My Sword by Itherael (SNAFUxcrossovers)
Latest Update:August 29, 2023
Summary: It's often said that one person's insanity is another person's reality, and believing such was improbable. But if you were to reach a junction where self-delusion and insanity are the only choices left to take, what else can you be expected to do? Simple, defy the irrational world by choosing the path of logic, for I refuse to compromise my principles for the sake of convenience.
Link: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12607901/1/Logic-Is-My-Sword
Word Count:560k
Chapters:1:
Logic is My Sword
Prologue – And Once Again, Hikigaya Hachiman Becomes a Loner
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No trouble, no life.
Butchering of a certain series' title aside, one might think that a situation going wrong is an unexpected deviance, a break from the norm. However, life, as variable as it is, has taught me that those who hold such thoughts are wrong.
Troubles are a part of life, generated from many sets of circumstances, which when grouped, result in consequences. Whether they pertain to something long reaching like the economy and politics or something as personal as social life. Either one could potentially lead a human being to become delusional or an irascible bastard depending on their mental fortitude.
Naturally, human beings strive to avoid trouble due to their cowardice to face their realities and overcome them. Which, in fact, turns out to be one of the main reasons why problems are born in the first place. It's quite the ironic cycle, maybe another interpretation of Ouroboros. Instead of representing the eternal cycle of life and death, the snake eating its own tail represents people perpetually causing their own problems.
The response to those problems depends on a person's individual personality of course, and the complexity of the problem itself. Some of them make people better citizens, contributors or supporters of human society(lol). While others simply turn them into a scourge that society rejects.
I, Hikigaya Hachiman, was once that scourge, though it hadn't been of my own volition.
I once sought to be a participating member of society, and it can't be denied that I tried my hardest, but rejection, contempt, disappointment, and naive ignorance always got in my way. An additional hurdle being that I wasn't exactly the most socially savvy, and an even less approachable sort of person. Eventually I came to the realization that it wasn't my fault for being rejected, but everyone else's. This flawed world was at fault, moreover youth was at fault. Human society and its toxic focus for conforming was at fault.
I believed that and the world showed me as much, so the only way I could continue living on was to not be part of it. I didn't hurt anyone, and in exchange, no one hurt me. It was a fine trade if you asked me. Both parties won.
However, things started to change, a minuscule light of hope began to well within me. Something I hadn't allowed to happen ever since the car accident had me miss Sobu's entrance ceremony. I never meant for it to occur, but that slipped out of my control, and before I knew it, I had changed…
I wasn't the loner I was before as I had many… acquaintances now. I wouldn't call them friends, but it is certainly more than anything I've had anytime in the past.
A certain essay I wrote some time ago started me on this new path, as it led me to join a certain club, where I met certain people. There my life changed, and there my route towards my new goal would eventually begin.
Finding something genuine.
It may be embarrassing, but that is what I truly sought. It doesn't matter what it turns out to be in the end, I still want to find it.
Now, I thought I'd seen a lot during this whole experience, coming to be aware of the true nature of the people I knew, and even those I didn't. I thought that my perception of the world was correct despite my previous method of solving problems. I've tried to change that, realizing that I was hurting the people I had begun to care about. However, not even that calculating and conniving Hachiman of old would have been able to handle the current dilemma currently unfolding in my face. Actually, calling it that might be downplaying it.
This, to put it frankly, is nothing short of insanity.
Current time: 7:23 p.m.
Not only was my cell phone filled with strange messages that contained death threats from people I didn't know, but I had a couple of messages filled with content that would make a hentai lover blush, coming from the person I least expected.
And yet that was the least of my worries right now.
My room was a total mess, but not the typical kind expected of a normal teenager. Instead of manga, videogames and… research material being scattered across the ground and bed out of my own untidiness, the disarray was due to an unknown flying object literally crashing into my bedroom. Punching a large hole where my window once stood and leaving pieces of my bed scattered everywhere, it was almost a shock that it didn't cave in my room and send us falling down the first floor.
Actually, I wasn't faring any better. My body and head were killing me after I got hit by the shockwave. That I didn't die was nothing short of a miracle.
But surprisingly enough, that wasn't completely to blame for my facial expression sporting utter astonishment. There was a reason I thought I'd been dreaming this entire day despite what I already experienced. There was no other way I could accept what was happening in front of me as reality.
A girl, who came out from the strange machine, stood before me. She went on to greet me casually, as if she didn't just destroy a portion of my home. I limped away from my now-destroyed room, panicking at the very abnormal events that had started occurring since this morning.
Despite all that's happened in my life since I joined the Service Club, today that meant nothing. Every student at Sobu hated me, even those that I held in better regard. I really can't recall doing anything wrong after the outing I owed Yuigahama, who, for some reason, brought along Yukinoshita. In fact, they seemed to be in good enough spirits once I left the two for their impromptu sleepover.
I was always sure that any problem could be solved if one was to look into it closely enough, but I dumbly ignored the fact that a solution would only be feasible if one knew the very variables that caused it.
Think of it as a basic arithmetic operation: Two plus two, would obviously equal four. However, the fact that I could solve the equation was only possible because I was aware of the values to solve it. However, if the operation had no integers to work with, how would one complete it?
If one knows how a problem originates as well as the factors that cause it, examining that information would most likely help craft a viable solution for it. But if one knew nothing, how would anyone proceed? How could I proceed?
I'd call this a serious situation, considering I was able to disregard the fact that I managed to recall a mathematical subject and apply it appropriately to my analogy.
All I could think of at that moment was to get away from this absurd dilemma, but to do so was not an option unless I brought my precious little sister with me, Komachi. As her older brother, it was my obligation to take care of her well-being.
How naive it was of me to think that the surprises would end solely after that spaceship crashed into my room. I mean, that was pretty messed up to begin with, but what I witnessed upon entering Komachi's room was more than shocking. It was impossible, yet I couldn't discredit what my eyes were seeing before me. Or perhaps I could regard it as an after effect of my possible concussion?
Komachi turned to me while blinking in shock when I stormed into her bedroom in such a rush. Another set of eyes zeroed in on my arrival, ones that belonged to another girl I wasn't familiar with. The kicker? This particular girl was coming out from the wall, just suddenly materializing through a solid structure…
Seriously!?
I couldn't recall if technology had abruptly advanced so much as to allow people to practically ignore an object's space and existence, allowing them to pass through them like nothing.
Was I really sure that this wasn't a dream? Despite the fact that my ailing body continuously pulsed in pain, I still had to question it. Even though it was proven to me that all this madness wasn't a dream, my mind wasn't accepting of such ludicrous things.
[Idiot, that face of yours looks ridiculous… It's pathetic.]
My gaze briefly diverted to the desk at my left, where a tiny mirror idly sat along the surface and where the source of the 'voice' originated from. I would dare say that things only started to go bad since he started talking to me. And there, within that tiny mirror, he 'spoke' to me again.
[Why are you looking at yourself with such bemusement? It's simply the truth, so… why don't you focus back on our 'cute little sister?']
"O-onii-chan!? W-what was that tremor…?" She exclaimed before she turned to see our recent intruder, "Oh, look! A goddess has come to grant me a wish!"
She was still young, and anyone, myself included, could have taken that as the fantasy from a little girl. But as it stood, there really was yet another female figure entering (invading) our home and now standing in Komachi's room with the light that transported her here now gone.
It was purely because of my protective nature over Komachi that I pulled her behind me as this intruder stepped towards us. It was then that an incessant sound registered in my mind amidst the chaos. I pinned it as the doorbell rang multiple times, enough to call it worrisome, much like my cell phone was doing. Everything was wrong, I didn't know how to solve my current dilemma, and I didn't have any variables to work with.
This was bad, really bad…
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