Finite Life Chapter Eight: Experiencing Your First Time, Again

I looked around to confirm that, yes, I was in my room. The pink walls and ceiling were oddly comforting, mainly because I had been quite cross at all of the pink for the past six weeks. Or is it technically the next six weeks? No matter, it didn't matter in the end.

Finite Life Chapter Seven: The Normal Ending

I had my eyes were closed. I tried to shut them so tight that there wasn’t any light entering them, which was about as useful as lighting a match next to the sun, because I turned the lights off before I got under the covers.

I could not get myself to sleep, which is really difficult because of how insanely tired I was. It was confusing, as one would think that when one is ridiculously tired, one would go to sleep instantly. Not. The Case.

Finite Life Chapter Six: Tumble and Talk

I was able to get out of the school with relatively no troubles. There wasn’t any security that I needed to pass, no teachers to bother with, nor anyone asking questions as I did so. I suppose that since teachers decided to end class whenever they feel like, it wasn’t that unusual. This suited me just fine.

Finite Life Chapter Five: First Day Part Three

Ding dong ding dong. Ding dong ding dong.

The familar tune of a school bell’s chimes was comforting. It brought me a sense of relief, a feeling that, no matter how bizzare this place may be, at least there was a little thing like that which remained the same. Another thing that remained the same, yet was something I was not very happy about, was my complete lack of understanding of the course material that the class had just spent a good few hours going over. Thankfully, the teacher wasn’t keen on testing my knowledge again, and I was quite unsure- make that very sure- of my inability to get a right answer. I also did not want to relay on Minoru for answers again, though if things kept up like this, I very well might have to. An odd thing I noticed was how Mr. Yamamoto never called on Minoru, because I knew from experience that teachers loved to wake up students and ask them questions about things they slept through. I knew that extremely well.

Finite Life Chapter Four: First Day Part 2

The inside of the school was not unlike the inside to any other school. There probably wasn’t much variation that people could put into the halls of schools. It was still cleaner and nicer than any other school I have been to. Akane skipped ahead of us, leading us to our classroom. Aki stayed back behind her next to me. I could feel him studying me out of his peripheral vision, which was probably my fault because I was not so subtly doing the same thing to him. Eventually my own patience broke, and I returned to observing Akane’s less than stationary skirt. Once I did, I felt my internal body temperature drop ten degrees as a cold hard stare of daggers began to stab me. I turned back Aki, and found him glaring at me without any of attempts at being hidden that he had before. I wasn’t the only one who felt the glare, because Akane turned around and filed a glare of equal or greater strength in return. Then they stared at each other, unmoving, as if having a mental conversation among themselves.

Finite Life Chapter Three: First Day Part 1

I was in some girl's room, wearing her clothes and worst of all, inhabiting her body. Not that she seemed to mind, for if she existed at all anymore I doubt she was in a place that would interfere with me. I don't know how I got into this world, but I would leave it any way I can, even if it permanently destroyed the sentience of one girl. But that was the wrong way to think about things. I didn't know that I had stolen this bod from anyone! It could have merely been vacated when the owner moved to a different body.

Finite Life Chapter Two: The Beginnings of a Girl

You know the feeling you get when, after a long, hard day at school, you walk home, and just after you pull some frozen chicken slices out of the icebox you notice you have a cut on your hand that you didn’t notice all day, and the rest of your night is spent wondering just how the hell it happened?

Yeah, neither do I.

The Finite Life of a Dating Sim Heroine Chapter One: The "Real World"

Twenty minutes until school is over. The year exercise in futility would end, and all the education of thousands of teenagers in all of Japan would halt as they spent their summer trying to capture the wonder and youth that they were entitled to.

Fifteen minutes until summer vacation, where the beaches were full, the teachers asleep, and the girls were barely clothed. Everyone gave up work, putting themselves entirely to relaxing and relieving themselves of half a year of stress.

Ten minutes until I lost my freedom. No longer could I rely on school to catch up on hours upon hours of sleep lost at my night job. No, instead my daytime hours would be spent working, just like nighttime.

Five minutes until I was to visit my father. It was the one day of actual rest that my mother absolutely insisted on, when she wasn’t to busy drinking or sleeping around. Despite my general dislike for my father, I was fine with meeting him and my sister for a day. I slept over there, and then got up next morning for my first day of daytime work in almost a year.

There it was, the distinct sound of a bell ringing, of students celebrating as they rushed out of the building. It was the sound of a new summer, a sound that I had dreaded for the past five years.

My name is Michio Fujii, and I hate summer.