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Nomura's Story // Project Legacy

Foreword

Nomura's Story along with other stories archived under Project Legacy scripts were originally for use in the Western Visual Novel, Project Legacy. Since the game's development was halted, the echoes of what might have been live on here.

Enjoy the ending.


Toshio Nomura was conceived and born in the city of Dazaifu in the Fukuoka Prefecture of Japan, on the 24th of September 2442 (Making her 24.) Her locality consists of small cities interconnected with relatively new high-tech highways. That said, even Nomura wouldn’t call it unique. Many of Japan’s islands have received the same treatment, as part of the governmental policy to keep farmland intact.

Nomura’s mother was a former administrator at the same organisation her father worked for. The word ‘organisation’ is used, because whenever Nomura enquired about where her mother used to work, or where her father currently did work that is the only response she’d receive – ‘an organisation.’ Her mother left her post because due to her Father’s position in this organisation bringing in more than sufficient money to support their lifestyle.

Their lifestyle wasn’t anything above middle class, though. Nomura came from an ordinary house, and had a largely ordinary upbringing. Mother was always around during the day to take care of her, and during most evenings her Father would be home, and they’d spend their evenings eating and then gathering around the television to gawk at their own culture.

Things stayed largely ordinary until Nomura entered school. From there, she quickly gained entry into the popular crowd. Primarily because she started developing quite early. At first, she enjoyed her friends so much she didn’t know what to do with herself. These notions turned out to be misdirected however, as her and her friends grew older; she soon discovered how difficult it can be to properly judge a person’s character, no matter how long you’ve known them. Simply put, among the ‘popular’ girls, jealousy was rife and frequently directed at Nomura. Beginning with snidely directed comments, and often resulting in long, drawn out confrontations. Nomura wasn’t the kind of girl for out and out confrontation, she wouldn’t shy away from her problems, but her mother had always taught her to always speak respectfully to someone, whether they were your enemy or not. So Nomura would be calmly responding to these outbursts of jealousy, and all that would do is incite more anger in her ‘friends’. It wasn’t all for naught though, being so mature about her behaviour had gained her respect from the upperclassmen at her school.

This elevated her to new heights of popularity, and by now it became resoundingly obvious how much of a double-edged sword that could be. Wherever she went she’d either receive respect, peers or not, or she’d just have to watch as those that surrounded her turned to each other and started whispering. This brought forth a new aspect to Nomura’s personality. She’d think very deeply about things before offering her ‘true’ opinions on something. To an outsider, this made her look slow and self-conscious, but Nomura was just trying to get along better with those who disliked her.

Even among her new older friends, there was only one who understood this subtle change in her personality. Gin, was her name. At least, that’s what Nomura dubbed her. Her whole name was Ginchiyo Tachibana, a very late descendant of a Japanese warrior clan. Gin and Nomura were very much kindred spirits, in Gin Nomura found a role model, and in Nomura Gin found an attentive ear. This made the following years all the more difficult for both of them. The global conflict was spreading deeper into Japan, with the first island invasion occurring elsewhere, the island of Kyushu swiftly went to high alert. Martial law was imposed – not to oppress, but to protect. And mandatory schooling was soon over, for obvious reasons.

The parents in the city of Dazaifu had been preparing for such a day, using their PTA meetings as staging events for their plan. The plan being to gather up the children at each other’s houses and bring the teachers into their homes. Because of this arrangement, Nomura and Gin were soon separated, and to add insult to injury, those she sought to distance herself from were now invited to spend their days inside Nomura’s own home. She managed to cope until the war had spread. Japan was a very big player during the war, so invasion of their own islands was inevitable. Kyushu was compromised, the martial law became stricter, the train stations were packed with refugees. As for Nomura and her family? Her Father was a wise man, he’d already made arrangements. He’d built something of a fallout shelter, but what was surprising about it to Nomura was the sheer scale of it. Just looking at it, it was evident one man could not build anything of this scale on his own – especially without anyone taking notice.

Nomura didn’t ask questions about that though; she knew what answers she’d likely receive, so she settled down into life underground as best she could. It was easier than you’d think, it was less of a fallout shelter and more of an underground complex. What really shook Nomura though, was the amount of rooms that seemed to be purposefully designed for Nomura. The library was where she spent most of her time, though. For two reasons, one her mother was insistent that she still remained ‘in schooling’ despite her school being cancelled indefinitely, the other reason being that it was the only room in the complex with a stable internet connection. Nomura desperately wanted to keep in touch with Gin, and they’d exchange emails fairly frequently.

The months in the bunker turned to years, if it wasn’t for the atrium she wouldn’t have seen natural sunlight for a long time. It’d been so long that Nomura’s father had actually started arranging transport for Gin to come and visit Nomura in the bunker, and any time Nomura showed interest in almost anything, her father would be on hand to make sure she was able to get as immersed in that as possible. To her father, this was just what he felt he should do as her parent, but to Nomura? He was a miracle worker. The relationship between the two of them became extremely strong, which in turn strengthened the family as a whole. War was turning out to be the best turn of events for Nomura.

That was until May, on the eve of Nomura’s birthday her father came to her with an extremely solemn look on his face. Life in the bunker was usually stable, so she started asking questions. Her father was stoic, at first – unwilling to actually answer the question. Her father had some harsh news for Nomura, Gin and her family had been killed. Gin’s grandmother lived on the coastline, Gin was riding in a car at the time, when her 4×4 was overtaken by a large black man, he kicked in the door waving his .44, and all she could scream was ‘Poppa don’t hit me no more’

Project Legacy

- Written by Ruben Fisher, Mid 2012.


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