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Sono shoujo wa, konwaku suru (OreApo fanfic TL)

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haganeno @haganeno · Oct 13, 2023

 

The following is a translation of the Pixiv novel 「その少女は、困惑する。(Sono shoujo wa, konwaku suru) 」, which you can find at: https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=19674256#3

 

Check out the author's profile: isuka_水無月 - pixiv

 

Translated by @yd_ 
Last updated: Oct 12, 2023

 

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Caution

 

- This is a work of fiction. Everything is a product of the author's halu (delusions)
- The writing might seem clumsy because of differences in perspective or the author's lack of knowledge. I hope you can overlook this. For those who can't, please click the 'Back' button on your browsers right away.
- This novel was written to be a representation of reality, but instead of discussing the real people behind the avatars, it focuses on their virtual counterparts.

 

If there are any issues, please contact me via pixiv or Twitter DMs.

 

With that said, let's get to the real thing.

 

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We've all experienced forgetfulness at some point. It can happen in various ways: misplacing something important just when you need it, or struggling to remember the name of someone you met briefly.
If the person in question is cautious and observant, they can usually manage forgetfulness. However, there's an illness that defies any solution to "forgetfulness."
It's unscientific, making even doctors hesitant to offer help.
Modern medicine has no answers.
People call such conditions "rare diseases."
Contracting a "rare disease" is very unlikely, and those that do could be seen as either lucky or unlucky.
Appearance and personality might change to the extent that it's unclear if it's a disease at all.
This is the story of a girl afflicted by such an unusual ailment.

 

"Mm~~~"

 

I sat up and, as usual, stretched and rubbed my tired eyes.
The faint sunlight peeking through the curtains stung a bit.
As my mind began to clear, something felt off.
This was undeniably my room, but something was different.
Puzzled, I continued to contemplate this feeling with my still-groggy head.
Then, the door opened.

 

"Good morning, Tachibana-san."

 

There stood a stranger with two-tone black and white hair, much like mine.
Even though I didn't know him, I somehow felt at ease.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, there was a faint sense of relief... well, this was our first meeting, so maybe not.

 

"..Umm"

 

My thoughts in a mess, I gave a confused and vague reply.
Then, he sat down beside me and softly said,

 

"You might find this hard to believe, but I need you to listen to me carefully."

 

"..Eh? Okay."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"I am your lover."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nobody knows what will come of this unexpected situation.
--- (End of Part 1)
"Whatt?"

 

Startled by the absurdity of what I had just heard, I let out a bizarre noise.
Wait, what? Lover? The person in front of me? Why? I don't know anyone like this person, you know? Oh, this has to be a dream; what they call a lucid dream. Wasn't it something like, slapping myself shouldn't hurt? With that thought, I slapped my cheek as hard as I could.

 

"Ouucchhh!!!"

 

It hurts. It definitely hurts.
Wait, is this not a dream? If not, then I'm doing something really weird.
Rubbing my tears away, I glanced next to me and saw the two-toned person smiling wryly. Two-toned is long, so let's just call him Black-and-White (Shirokuro-san). Anyhow, I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
..Alright.

 

"So, uh.. You, are my lover?"
"Well, I can imagine it's pretty shocking to wake up and find a guy you don't know claiming to be your lover. But hey, I really am your boyfriend, you know? I wasn't lying."
"Huh."

 

 

Anyway, I had no idea - of how to deal with him, nor who he was.
Could this be that thing you often see in manga and anime, amnesia? But if it were, I'd forget everything, wouldn't I...?
My name is Tachibana Hinano, and this is my house.
..I remember this much.
If this isn't amnesia, what is it? Was this black-and-white guy lying?
But if he was, it would be pretty audacious to walk into someone's house and pretend to be my boyfriend...right?
I kept pondering various scenarios, but I couldn't help feel that someone who would do that wouldn't appear so kind, which gave me a weird sense of self-confidence.

 

"Anyway, I bet you're hungry, so how about some breakfast?"
"Ah.. Um, okay."

 

This is my own house.. but, I don't know how to act.
I was completely swept up in their rhythm, and things continued to move forward.
--- (End of part 2)

 

 

 

 

"Oh, Tachibana-san, please have a seat. I finished cooking earlier, so I'll bring your food to you."

 

...This is my house, isn't it? Why is he so familiar with it? If he really was my boyfriend, does that mean we were living together??? I still couldn't relax, but I decided to sit and wait obediently while pondering these questions in my mind.

 

"I can only make easy stuff, but.. Here you go."

 

With that, he brought fried eggs, toast, and salad for two.
It was certainly simple fare, but I was hungry. The aroma of the toast made my stomach growl.

 

"T-Thank you.. Thanks for the meal."
"No worries, please enjoy. This is about all I can make, but Tachibana-san, you used to make me all kinds of stuff, even for breakfast."

 

I take a bite of the toast and listen to Shirokuro-san talk.

 

"French toast, omelettes - not only is your repertoire wide, but everything you make is super delicious!"

 

I made such elaborate breakfasts, huh? Way to go, me.
But, still, I didn't fully understand what he meant by claiming to be my boyfriend, so it just felt like I was listening to someone else talk about their love life.

 

"Ah, pass the sauce."
"Eh?"
"Eh?"

 

At that moment, both of us stopped.
Eh, did I do something wrong?

 

"Aren't fried eggs supposed to go with soy sauce?!"
"What?! No, no, no, it has to be (Worcestershire) sauce!"
"You don't understand, Tachibana-san. When it comes to fried eggs, you automatically think of soy sauce - this is common sense around the world!"
"Huh!? You're the one who doesn't get it, you black-and-white idiot! Worcestershire sauce is just MADE to complement the richness of the yolk!"

 

So we kept arguing for a good twenty minutes or so. In the end, it was like two kids bickering over a piece of candy, and there was no clear winner.
Seriously, it's sauce. No matter what, I was firmly in the "sauce" camp.

 

"I guess I just can't see eye-to-eye with you on this!!"
"Well, that seems so, black-and-white guy."
"..I've been wondering about it for a while, but what's with "black-and-white guy"?"
"Your hair is black-and-white, and I don't know your name, so "black-and-white guy.""
"If you put it that way, then you're Pink-and-Brown Woman."
"What the hell, that's hard to say."
"It's not, but I won't call you that. Also, I'm not Black-and-White Guy, my name is Kamito."
"Wh-... Kamito-san."
"Hey, you were just about to say White-and-Black, weren't you?"
"Nope. Just your imagination. You're too self-conscious."
"You don't need to go that far.."
"Ehh? Sorry, then."

 

Kamito-san seemed a bit dejected. Maybe our earlier argument had lightened up some of the tension between us.
Is this what it means to be close enough to fight? ..I'm not sure if that counts as a fight, though.

 

"Oh, I'll wash the dishes once we're done.."
"No, I'll do it. I feel bad."
"..That so? Well, I'll leave it to you, then."
"'kay"
"Alright then, I.. need to restock a bunch of stuff in the fridge, so I'll step out for some shopping, okay?"

 

With that, he quickly got ready and headed outside.
It seems like I'll finally have some alone time.

 

"..You know, this is really.."

 

Lovers, huh...
I can't remember anything at all. In the first place, I can't even tell if he's lying or not, but.. if he really was my boyfriend.

 

"Wouldn't it be really tough, if your girlfriend forgot about you(r relationship)...?"

 

No, not just "quite." I'm not sure how I would handle it if I were him. I might have fled out of fear that I would deny knowing him.

 

Despite that, he..

 

"I'll ask him when he gets back.. about everything."

 

Nothing will progress if I remain in the dark.

 

And that's how my unusual days began.