A Name Without A Face

Chapter 10 {You've Forgotten}

I was made to kill, that's all.
It finally clicked in me though. The headmaster couldn't destroy me but he'd have good cause to send police onto a student if they killed. That's why he wanted me to join them.
I get it.
I'm being pushed.

He was waiting for me to finally snap. Something like that though, I wasn't interested in giving him exactly what he wants. Even I wouldn't sacrifice the safety of so many to get what I wanted.
I wasn't... I wasn't dangerous. If anyone was a monster, that would be the headmaster.
I just kept looking into my own eyes through the mirror, seeming to reflect the shine. the bathroom itself was dim, with only a single light-bulb flickering on, while the others around it remained idle. Small droplets of water slid down my face before falling onto the cracked sink. I released a sigh and wiped my sleeve over my face, somewhat drying it.
Ultimate hope, huh? That is what Junko had called me. Was this really hope?
I couldn't stand here any longer, and exit the bathroom. The door closed quietly behind me and I made my way back to the classroom.
Upon arrival, I could see the students were still playing with crafts. How boring. I rose my head to examine the clock. Only an hour until the bell rang. I suppose it wouldn't be too hard to put up with these minor inconveniences.
As I moved to examine the class, my eyes met another's once more, staring at me with a blank look. Why must you always stare? It was... Bothersome to be watched. I returned her look, hoping my fearful appearance would push her to turn away but instead, the girl stood up and strode over. The mere tapping of her light feet seemed to be louder than the chattering of the other students.

She was no threat, but was quickly becoming a bothersome nuisance. "What?" I narrowed my eyes. The girl didn't even seem fazed by my harsh tone. "Do you still not remember?" She wondered softly, tilting her head.
I replied to that in a hum. Boring... There was no point in trying to remember what was taken from me. The girl, Chiaki, raised her hand closer. I allowed her to come here, but only because it made me somewhat curious. I felt her hand press against my chest, and she seemed to be thinking hard on something. Was my heart beating normally? Perhaps there was no heartbeat at all. "Yup." She finally muttered, taking a step back. "It's really you. I can feel it."
"You can see who I am, who I was, by a mere touch?" I closed my eyes to think. She began to bite on her nail, lowered her gaze to the ground before me. "Well... Not exactly. But still, you don't hide it very well. Because... Even if you can't remember, you're Hajime Hinata."
Hajime.
That name again.
Irritating.
Annoying.
"I am not... Hajime Hinata." I finally answered, my voice dripping with hostility to her. Even if that's the name I once wore, me and him are not the same person. So that name means nothing to me anymore. I don't care enough to try and see the loser my past self was any longer. Chiaki's eyebrows knit as her face mixed with annoyance, sadness, and confusion. She couldn't seem to figure out how she was feeling.
I moved past her, leaving the girl standing there. I could feel her eyes watching me as I went to sit down but I avoided Chikai this time, paying her no mind.
Time seemed to just... Slip away as a sat there, lost in my own thoughts. I felt conflicted somehow.
Did I want to know of my past, or should that stay buried? Chaiki seemed to know me, and i seemed to know Chisa but is it worth it?
"Hey look, it's snowing!" A boy suddenly yelled, hurrying to the window.
Snow...?
I turned my head to the window, but it was hard to see over all the students watching the flurry.
"How fascinating. Thank you for telling us, Kazuichi!" A girl's soft voice giggled as she pressed her hands to the glass.
"A kiss from Ms. Sonia would really show thanks though." Kazuichi sighed.
I rose to my feet and stepped to the window, deciding to see for myself over the heads.
As was claimed, small flakes twinkled down from the sky, somewhat lighting up as they reflected the sun.
I don't see how everyone was so fascinated by something so trival though.