AN: This will be the prologue to introduce Satoni and his family. Why? I'm always pissed when some fanfiction writers put no backstory...note: this will only be for Satoni, other characters will be slowly introduced in the actual fanfiction.

Note 2: This does not occur in the same universe as Kirito. No Kirito, no Asuna, No Klein, etc but still the other main characters and guilds such as Heathcliff and the DDA and the Black Cats of the Full Moon.

Description of Main Character:

Appearance: Long luscious brown hair. No glasses, 20/20 vision. He is of moderate stature but isn't exactly athletic. With an round/angular face and his drooping hair down the front of his face, he is looked up at by many girls for his handsomeness like an anime protagonist.

History: Satoni has been a video game addict his whole life, he's been playing video games since the day he was born. For years, his parents have tried to give him other activities to do, but he never actually caught on. Though his grades and behavior are above-average, his parents don't appreciate him being on the computer all the time.

IGN: Tosani(Insert numbers here)

Family:

Higakuno Shitami (Mother):

Age: 43

Higakuno Kazuno (Father):

Age: 41

Higakuno Tanami (Younger Sister):

Age: 12

Higakuno Kuzami (Older Sister):

Age: 17

o-o Prologue: Before the Game Started (About three days before the SAO incident)o-o

Prologue will be quite a few chapters before the incident

*scratch*

*splinter*

Grinding his pencil at a particularly annoying math problem, Satoni stared at the calculus integral in front of him. Though he was smart all around most of the time, this test was an exception. The test was going over things about like intro to calculus or something, but the whole week his mind seemed to be wandering to something else, though he couldn't find out what in particular was going on in his mind.

Skipping that question and going to the next one, Satoni was faced with a similar predicament. Looking forwards on the test, he found that the next five questions on the test were on integrals and derivatives, and he decided in a split second of reasoning to skip all those questions and go onto the easier ones.

Pushing his test paper down and flipping the page, he was faced with a bunch of easier problems. In tests, Satoni somehow always thought of test problems like mobs, and imagined himself attacking the problem mob with a few sword or dagger strikes as he advanced towards the answer of the problem. Sometimes, he would get stuck and the problem mob would suddenly change tactics, but most of the time he made it through, except for now.

Ditching the high-level integral mobs, Satoni moved onto the slightly lower level derivative mobs. Though they were still strong, Satoni had practiced fighting them for hours on end at home. Somehow, he had forgotten to study integrals, though, when he was at home. His mind was just not up to standard this week. Doing the rest of the test in a flurry trying to get himself more time for the other problems, he stared at the integrals for another few minutes before the period bell rang. Sighing and turning in his 70-question test with five questions blank, Satoni trudged towards the door and prepared to go to lunch.

Before he got to the door, though, he was interrupted by his friend Hazumeti. With her standing almost above him with her flowing black-dyed-red hair in a ponytail, she smiled at Satoni and blocked his way. Usually, this meant that she wanted something, so he stood there patiently and tapped his foot to get her to talk. After a few daunting seconds of confrontation, she finally spoke up and asked the second-to-dreaded question, which Satoni was fully prepared for. It happened every test.

"So, Satoni, do you have a girl-"

"No," I said, before she could even complete the sentence. I just wanted to be rid of her as quickly as possible. It's not that I don't...err...like her, I just tend to…"avoid" her at times such as these. With the question finished, she hesitated before asking the next question.

"So how did you do on the test?"

With a voice that was smooth and medium-pitched, she asked me the question that she normally never asks me. Does she have mind reading powers or something? How does she know I did bad on the test-

"Ha, I knew it!" she exclaimed, much to the surprise of everyone around her. Everyone jumping at her loud voice, she quickly covered her mouth and made the face of apology, which everyone seemed to accept. Leaning in closer to me so that I could see every pore on her face, she breathed on me and told me, "I told you so from your reaction."

Trying not to blush at the close encounter, I made my way around her, clutching my half-empty school bag, and took the long way towards the stairs to the rooftop. Trying to avoid any potential people that I knew because Hazutemi would have probably broadcasted my failure to the school, I turned this way and that, using the "virtual" map in my brain to guide me before finally getting to the alternate stairwell to the rooftop, which was thankfully, empty.

Taking the stairs up, I enjoyed the rush of the wind against my face and threw open the door even though there was enough breeze from the open window.

Heh. Of course there would be no one here.

Sitting down at a random metal table overlooking the city on the rooftop of the school, I took out my favorite American sandwich along with a Pocari Sweat and started munching on it with a look of glee on my face at the delicious taste. To tell you the truth, this would have also gone well also with a Snickers bar (an American chocolate candy with peanut butter) but alas, I was feeling particularly ravenous after the ten o'clock mark and I decided to eat it even though I vowed to keep it until lunch. How stupid of me.

First taking a sip of the refreshing Pocari Sweat that was sitting on the table, I tried to enjoy the view from the rooftop of the school as much as I could. Though there were fences around the rooftop for obvious reasons, seeing as how the school building was three or four stories tall, I could still enjoy the view of being able to see over everyone's houses in the neighborhood if I looked hard enough.

After enjoying the view for a little while, I took another bite of my great sandwich. Savoring its rich and creamy taste again, I took a few more bites of the gourmet-level sandwich before taking another sip of my drink, which was already almost empty due to the saltiness of the sandwich.

Note to self: Bring more drinks next time.

It would be a shame if I was forced to buy from the school vending machine. Those things are seriously overpriced.

Finally being able to be alone for one period since the school started minus the horrible-going test, I could finally try and enjoy the moment of silence before people came to me for help, finding out where I ate for lunch. I tried to enjoy the scenery and the great weather in front of me and started thinking about random thoughts...

…

It really was a nice day, wasn't it? The sky is all clear, the temperature of the air is not too warm nor too cold; there's just enough wind to give a slight breeze but not enough to fly your homework away into the wind, never to be seen again. There are no mosquitos or anything in the air, it truly was the most perfect day ever.

With that thought I sighed in pleasure and went back to surveying the bikes rolling on the street and the mothers working at home preparing food and tending to their garden. It was a cliched day, indeed. Usually, in anime or manga, something life-changing usually happened at this time...

...

"Toni-kun~!"

I exhaled my lingering thoughts about my future through the large opening in my angular face for the third time that day as I put down his sandwich on the table and face planted into the hard metal surface, mentally smiling as I heard the satisfying *clink* of a spoon falling onto the floor from the previous day even though my face said otherwise.

Well. There goes my peaceful lunch period

As usual like always, "she" only comes when my friends aren't here and are busy for the whole period of lunch on projects or community service. Is there a pattern or a conspiracy theory that connects to this or is it just plain coincidence? I quickly dismissed the second choice and reminded myself that whatever "she" does is not a coincidence. It happened too often and happened too on queue with the events of the day to be a coincidence, however random they might seem to be.

Ever since he had entered high school last year, preparing to conquer the unknown, he had been pestered by countless girls and even some of the guys from his grade to teach them academics and sometimes help them on their projects "and stuff". Sometimes it was obvious that they were slacking off a little a lot on their studies. He could plainly see in their eyes and actions that they were too lazy to do their own schoolwork and instead wanted others to do it for them. He sort of despised doing things for them, though; every time it ended up being him doing the project and the other person doing who-knows-what outside of school, only stopping every once in a while to say, "Thanks Satoni!" to which he felt no emotion at. He was okay with helping his fellow schoolmates out once in a while though; he couldn't just watch his fellow classmates fall into a deep hole, and to him it was fine for him to help others with their assignments as long as it wasn't something too outrageous. After all, it did come with little popularity in the school, though not really in the right place of thought in people's minds...

'But seriously guys. This is far too much for me to do at one. Can't I get any alone time without anyone asking me weird questions that I know they don't wanna search up?' he thought, eyes rolling due to the truthfulness of his question.

Though he knew that no one was near him, he could just imagine people walking away from him if they were actually there due to the venomous aura surrounding him and him mashing his head against the table. He was sure that it would ruin his mind and make him a vegetable but he didn't care.

For the second time that day, the girl that was known as Tazumi was running towards him with a pouting/smirking look on her face and open arms, ready to catch him and swing him around into a desk to do her work for her while she stood by with a whip ready to hit him if he slacked off.

Tazumi was someone that Satoni had known since early in middle school. Even in high school, she still came to him for help on her subjects even though she was far from being stupid. With long luscious dual ivory pigtails and big, open eyes, as well as her soft looking face, she was the envy of the school for her good looks.

Not being born into a particularly poor family, she had an easy lifestyle not having to worry about money. Though her parents were often away on foreign business trips, Tazumi kept herself occupied by flirting with boys and hanging out with her *supposed* friends. She really did have an easy life ahead of her, with her college fund guaranteed and her finance secure.

She was an only child, which may have made some people cry or complain to their parents, but Tazumi on the other hand thought of it as better. She had proclaimed early throughout her knowing of him that she liked being an only child, it gave her the most attention from her parents.

Figures. Of course someone from a forever travelling family would say that. At that time, he had felt slightly sorry for her, but then hardened his mind when the next incident happened with her giving him the dreaded nickname.

Tazumi had given him that specific nickname halfway through first period one day in his seventh or sixth grade and had announced it to the whole class during silent reading time like she was proposing to him. Flaunting the nickname like it was a honorific, she told literally everyone in the school and made it seem amusing and funny for everyone, which it was, except for Satoni. Satoni was the laughingstock of the class for many days after that for being the "princess's servant" and he had never really forgiven her for that incident. The nickname had followed him to this day and it seemed that it was being said somewhere around him no matter where he went..

Satoni knew not to anger her though through his actions or thoughts, he had seen personally up close and with his own eyes that she could be extremely menacing when she wanted to, especially towards people flirting towards her in "a(n) (fill in perveted word) manner". One time, three guys had tried to corner her in an alley as Satoni was watching from across the street. Satoni had frantically tried to cross the street to get to her, but when he got there, he only saw three beaten up guys and a very mad Tazumi.

From then on he had never complained to her about anything.

He had noticed recently though that she had been asking for favors more than usual. Was something going on in her family or was she just getting lazier? He would never know.

Satoni grumbled under his breath, both about Tazumi coming and her slow pace, spitting quite a few swear words in front of him as the girl drew ever so much closer to him in a light jog, shoulders swinging side to side in a manner that made her hair swing all over the place. He could tell from the first time she did it that she had perfected this technique after years of *cough*secretly practicing to con others into helping her.

'But seriously though, why didn't people ever go to his cute sister for school help instead of him? She was so much smarter than him and was far more capable at everything, so why do they even bother trying to ask me?' he thought with a frown.

Perhaps it was just because he was easier to talk to compared to her; her young age and slight immatureness made her hard to approach most times.

Stuffing that thought into the "Archive" section of his mind to read later in his spare time, he turned around to look for the girl chasing him only to be filled with a chest-full of face in his chest. Being pushed back a few inches from that sudden impact of the tiny, light girl, he looked down at the top of her hair (which happened to also be ivory-colored, gee, who knew?) and waited for her to extract herself from him. Though she was more than one year older than him, she was much shorter than the average height of the people in her grade, so as usual she always had to look up at people to talk to them. To some, this may have been extremely embarrassing, but to her apparently, it helped her get more fake friends and favors out of people.

Extracting her face after a few seconds of smothering in his thick sweater and taking a comically large breath of air as if she was being suffocated by him, she looked up to face Satoni with a cute smirk and opened her mouth as if to ask a question, which was literally the only thing he has ever heard her say to him.

Satoni was prepared to tune her out and go back to eating his delicious American-style ham and cheese sandwich, determination evident in his stone cold face that he would not help her even if she begged him. There was no way anyone would go in between him and his sandwich. and she had BETTER not go after that thin-

"Satoni…" she abruptly started, seeming like she was about to confess her love to him, but at the same time seeming not about to confess at the same time. Wait, what?

'Ugh,' he thought. 'Confessions always take forever...and it's so confusing...'

Quickly becoming impatient and about to interrupt her to leave and eat his lunch somewhere else IN PEACE, she finally spoke up with a determined, forceful voice, almost making Satoni step back due to the assertiveness of her voice, and said something completely unexpected.

"Have you ever heard of Sword Art Online?"

AN: And this is finally done! Yeah! Thanks to all who read this and please review if you like it or even if you don't!