Hello everyone! ^-^

This, here, is my first Clannad story. This story is my version of Clannad, created from bits and pieces from my personal life experiences. There are elements that relate back to the series, but since it's different, the plot has a different approach to it. I try to keep the characters in the way they are, but I might had some times where they act a bit different. But, this is a story from Tomoya's POV, from his own gorgeous, blue eyes (haha). Anyway, this is the Prologue, a long one if I may add. I just wanted to give a bit of a background on the way I came from creating the rest of the story. I really hope you all like it and enjoy. ^-^

Note: The characters are all seniors in my own high school. I hope you guys won't mind.

Prologue

I'm not sure how or why it happened. I mean, I've seen her many times before. We even said "hi" to each other. But we were never close. I don't think we considered ourselves friends, just classmates.

Then, out of the blue, she was in a terrible car accident. Everyone was worried about her. Many were making "get well" packets to send. However, the strange thing that happened was that they all forgot about her after a few days and didn't even bothered to send the packets. What made me feel so awful was that her "so-called friends" were the first ones to forget. It actually made me sick. And even if me and her never actually made real conversation before, I couldn't help but to keep her in my mind. It wasn't like I loved her or anything, I just found it wrong the no one would think about her, so I nominated myself to do it if no one else would.

And it's kind of sad and satirical in a way, you know. My ex-girlfriend used to tell me how nice and kind the girl, Nagisa, was. My ex, Linda, used to always tell me she would never go hungry because Nagisa would always come to the rescue and give her a snack or two. Of course, I always knew Nagisa was a very nice girl. She would do anything to keep others happy. I would always smile and think to myself how great of a person she is. I had always wanted to thank her for all she had done for Linda and I, but I never found the appropriate time.

But then, I began to reconsider how much of a friend my ex was to Nagisa. I overheard my ex once talking to her friends about how she went hungry or that she was failing classes because Nagisa wasn't there to copy off from. I realized they were all taking advantage of her.

"Have you ever visited Nagisa in the hospital?" I asked Linda one day.

"Maybe one day, when I'm not busy," she said.

The next day, Linda went out with her friends to watch a movie.

That was enough to prove how much all of them really cherished Nagisa. They invited me to go along, but I lied to them that I had to go to work that day. I even lied to my manager at work that I had to stay for extra tutoring.

It might just be me, but I found it pretty awful: the idea of no one going to visit Nagisa. It was like they never knew her. So, instead of going to the movies or work that day, I decided to pay a good girl a visit.

Then, it just happened. One day became two, and a week became three. I added to my schedule to visit Nagisa every chance I got. I would cancel hang outs, keep my grades up, so I wouldn't get tutoring, and even make excuses to leave my job early. Nagisa needed someone who cared besides her family, and I was going to be that someone.

Sadly, the days that I did visit her, Nagisa would never open her eyes. The nurses would tell me she was restless and needed as much sleep as possible.

When I could, I would buy her flowers and place them next to her bed, hoping she would one day wake up and smell them. And that day did came.

A few days after I sent her a batch of sunflowers, Nagisa was strong enough to come back to school after a whole month of absence. And just like that, her "friends" all rushed up to her and stuck themselves to her like blood sucking leeches. Then Nagisa asked around, wondering who bought her sunflowers, but no one responded. So, when I found a chance, I whispered to her that I bought her the flowers.

*"Arigato gozaimasu," she whispered back, and I knew exactly what she said.

But, for some reason, I never told her I visited her for so many days in the hospital. Was I ashamed? Was I shy? I didn't know, but I decided to not tell her.

Then more days passed, and I still couldn't help but notice how Nagisa treated others with gentle care, almost like unconditional love. It was amazing how no one seemed to bother her, and she would do so much without waiting for a reward. She was like an angel with no wings.

What I also noticed was that there are a bunch of demons lurking around. They might not look like much but their true, evil forms pop out when you see them stabbing one another and, more cruelly to a sweet girl like Nagisa. I was never the type of guy who would get my self into situation I didn't belong, but this was a whole different matter. I was doing this to protect a girl.

So, one day, I asked Linda if I could eat with her friends, and, without second thought, she said yes. I decided to observe everything first hand at how these "friends" treated Nagisa, almost like being a spy for my own organization.

When we were all seated, Nagisa was no where to be found. I was going to walk away until Nagisa walked over and said she was busy with some school work. She looked around the crowded table, and I knew I took most of the space since I was a guy after all, and we are bigger than most girls. So I decided to scoot over and pushed the girl sitting on my side of the table, almost causing them to fall and made room for Nagisa. She smiles and sat down next to me.

And so observation time began, and it didn't start off unusual, just a bunch of girls gossiping about stuff I really shouldn't know about and messing with me since I was the only guy in the group. I just acted as my usual self but kept my eye on Nagisa without being too noticeable. She never said a word or maybe she did but no one heard her soft voice. I guess that was how she is, always listening and rarely speaking. Sometimes, I wonder what goes through her head.

Then, shit got real.

Nagisa calmly took out her lunch as if she didn't want anyone to notice and then...

BAM!

The other girls reached out for her lunch and took whatever they wanted. It was amazing in a sad way. Even my ex asked me to hand her something, but I refused. She grabbed a bag of chips herself, ignoring my angry face expression.

I was furious. Pissed, more like it.

Nagisa was left with only a tiny piece of her sandwich. She said nothing and ate in silence.

How could all these girls just grab her lunch like that? It was her lunch, and they didn't even ask. They just took it all up like it was already theirs. No wonder Linda never starved. What a bitch.

"So, is everyone going to my house today?" a girl asked.

Everyone either nodded or said yes expect Nagisa.

"Oh? Everyone's going to your house today?" Nagisa asked in her quiet voice. I could tell she was confused.

"Yeah. No one told you?" the girl said.

Nagisa shook her head. "It's okay."

Then the girls went back to gossiping. They didn't even apologized or asked Nagisa is she would join them. They clearly excluded her. I remembered looking over to Nagisa and saw the sadness in her eyes and smile. I don't know, but I grew a bit angry and sad of the depressing girl next to me and decided to leave the girls alone.

And that went on for days, I knew. I would sometimes hang around and examine everyone with the same result being the girls stealing Nagisa's lunch and leaving her with almost nothing. I knew Nagisa enough to knoe she wouldn't stand up for herself. Sometimes, I wanted to grab her and force her to speak. That day never came and might never come. However, the day that I spoke up did.

It was just like any other day, and the girls were all sitting down together, and I was leaning against a wall as I saw them eat. Then I saw Nagisa take out her lunch box, slowly opened it, and the girls all rushed in to grab whatever they could get. It was like they haven't eaten for days. That's when I lost it.

I remembered yelling at the girls, retrieving back the food they stole, gave it back to Nagisa, yelled some more, and broke up with Linda. That experience not only excluded me from getting anywhere near those girls but Nagisa as well. I guesses they were all paranoid to have Nagisa close to them because then I would pop out and scream at them. Not that it wasn't a bad idea...

But the wasn't the point. I was thinking that defending Nagisa was going to spark up something in the girls' minds and respect her, but I only made it worse. Nagisa wasn't in good terms with any of the girls from that day forth, and she became isolated from anyone else. It was back to step one.

Then, people began to say Nagisa was losing it.

They said they had seen her talking to herself or with an "imaginary friend". Most were saying it was due to the after effects of the care accident that was getting into her head. People were excluding her more and more and would call her "freak". I saw her once denying she was talking to someone else and was only thinking out loud.

In school, Nagisa never showed her emotional side. I knew she never dared to because, who would listen to her or even care? But I can't stop thinking that, when she gets home, she cries a lot. Just by thinking about that made me cry once and wished that at least one person would take the time to understand what a wonderful person Nagisa is. She was losing her mind. She was talking to people who don't even exist because she can't even talk to real people, damn it!

Well, that's all going to stop.

I won't let this keep on going.

I will be that someone who will give the angel her wings back.

So, how was it? I'm sorry it was long. Please review. I would really want your input on this story. Thank you.

*Thank you very much