"Brother! You have a package."
Shintaro nearly choked on his Coca-Cola. He had definitely not expected his sister to just slam open the door. Where was his privacy? He demands a knock first, damn it!
Momo threw the package at her brother's lap. Shintaro quickly ripped it opened.
"I don't get why you have to pay over 8,000 yen just for a game." Momo sounded rather displeased, as if she was questioning his life choices. She then walked out of the room with a little huff.
"You'll never understand!" Shintaro hissed. He slipped in the CD from his package and waited for it to install. A small window popped up.
PRESS TO START
Continuing down the page, a warning showed up.
If you lose your life in the game, it is not the manufacturer and creator's fault.
What could that mean? How could one lose their own life in a game? Do they get a heart attack from excitement or starve themselves to their deaths? If it was that good the cause death, then he definitely wanted to play it.
He pressed START.
Suddenly, there was a huge flash of light and everything went black.
. . .
Something was poking him on the cheek. He could feel it, whatever it was, jabbing into his soft skin. Ugh. He hated being poked.
Shintaro slowly opened his eyes. But instead of being greeted by the plain old ceiling of his room, he was greeted by a boy's face. He stared for a moment. That's strange. Why is there a stranger in his room?
. . . WHY IS THERE A STRANGER IN HIS ROOM?
He let out a little strangled sound of shock, bolting into a sitting position only for his forehead to collide with the stranger's.
"IT'S ALIVE OH MY GOD." the stranger shouted as he backed away. Shintaro just stared at the boy. Now that he took a moment to observe at him, he noticed how young he looked—probably in his fourteens. "It could have at least been a sexy girl. It always has to be boys."
"Who the hell are you?" Shintaro asked. The boy stopped his rant and looked at the NEET with a glare.
"I'm your fucking fairy, Gilbert. Who the hell are you?"
"Shintaro Kisaragi."
"Well, I'm disappointed in you. One, you don't have a big bust; two, you're not curvy; three, you're not sexy; four, you're not a girl. Why can't you turn into one?"
Shintaro couldn't believe this guy. He was ranting (does he ever stop?) about his gender. So what if he was a man? He can't help it. He was born this way. And this whiny brat better accept that.
". . . What do you mean that you're my fairy?" He decided to change the subject. "The last time I checked, fairies have big wings that leave a trail of glitter."
"Oh, wow." Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Looks like someone has been watching too much Tinkerbell."
Shintaro blushed. "My sister forced me to watch it, okay. . ."
Another eye roll. This kid.
"Anyways, let's get outta here. This place stinks." Gilbert scrunched up his nose, emphasizing his statement.
Shintaro was about to ask him why, about to tell him to back off because this place was his room, but then he stopped dead in his tracks. With one quick look of their surroundings, he knew instantly that this wasn't his room.
His room had a bed, closet, and his precious computer. This room, wherever it was, was stripped of everything—furniture, paint, curtains. . . There was only a window and a door. Nothing else.
"Well? Get up, will ya? We don't have all day. We still have to get you some clothes. You'd stick out like a sore thumb if you wear that."
What was wrong with a black tee and jogging pants?
"These creators need to learn how to send girls to me." Gilbert continued his disturbed rant from earlier.
There he goes again. . .
. . .
"That looks pretty good on you!" Gilbert said, a smile on his face. Of course the perv would be proud, he picked it out himself.
A teal vest which shows his bare front, black and purple arm warmers, brown shorts with matching leather boots, and chains. It's as if he was in a fantasy game.
"You can pick something you want from the human world as an accessory. I'll give you three choices." Gilbert said as he clapped. Three items appeared before Shintaro.
His headphones, a beanie, and a red scarf.
Without thinking, Shintaro grabbed red scarf and wore it. It had looked so much like her scarf. It also smelled like her, a strange flowery scent that tingled his nose. Was this scarf. . . ?
"With your character built, next pick a weapon." Gilbert once again clapped his hands. An AK-47, bazooka, a sword, and Bushmaster XM-15 Quad Rail A3 appeared. "You can choose only once, so choose wisely."
Shintaro grabbed the Bushmaster XM-15 Quad Rail A3 and aimed it at Gilbert.
"Now, who are you and where am I? You don't answer, I'll shoot." Shintaro threatened. Gilbert sighed.
"Like I said, I'm your fairy—"
"Prove it."
Gilbert rolled his eyes. He didn't look scared for a guy who was on the verge of being shot. He stuck out a finger and bright, white electricity danced on it. It sent shadows across his face, crackling as if it was mocking Shintaro.
"How. . . How did you. . ."
"I told you. I'm a fairy, which means that I have access to elemental powers." Gilbert was saying this as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I wouldn't mind a hot chick pointing that gun at me. I'd probably melt. But noooo, it has to be you."
Shintaro shoved the gun closer to the fairy's face. "Where am I?"
"You're in Commentum. A fictional world created solely for the purpose of this game."
"Is there. . . Is there wi-fi?"
"No. The closest thing to technology here is a radio."
Shintaro let out a scream, nearly dropping his gun in his agony. No wi-fi? No, no, no, no. That can't be. I can't live without the internet, I can't live without my computer. I need to see what's new in Youtube! I need to check my Tumblr for new posts. I need read those smut fanfics of my favorite anime character! I'll die if I can't! I'll die! I'll die!
Gilbert's sigh snapped Shintaro out of his thoughts. "Anyways, while I'm explaining things, I guess I'll tell you what the objective of the game is."
"The objective. . .?"
"Yes, the objective. The objective, to put in simple terms, is to kill all the other players and their fairies. There are five human players and five fairies in total. If you kill all of them, excluding yourself, you get a wish granted."
Shintaro would have been interested if Gilbert hadn't mentioned any killing. He didn't have the guts to hurt anyone, much less kill them. "This wish. . . Tell me more about it."
"Eh, there's nothing much to talk about. The wish grants you anything. You can revive the dead, end world hunger, bring world peace, stop the sinking of the Titanic—whatever you want."
Shintaro's eyes widened.
Revive the dead.
If he wins, he could wish for her to come back. . . He wouldn't have to live with shame, the guilt that had gnawed at his mind for over two years. He would be free. But the best of all, he she would be back.
But did he have the guts to kill someone?
"If you don't got the guts, you better kill yourself instead. Until someone wins, they'll never get out." Gilbert said. Shintaro gulped and nodded.
"Are there any other participants?" the NEET asked. Gilbert nodded.
"To be honest, I don't know their real names. There are four others," the fairy explained, "The first one to enter was a girl. Her gamertab shows that her alias is Lightning Dancer Ene. Her weapons are just two ol' plain guns. She's been here for a week in Commentum time."
Lighting Dancer Ene. . . Didn't he hear that name somewhere before?
"Next are siblings who came in at the same time. The oldest by two months is a girl. Her IGN is Girl on Fire. Her weapons are two swords. Next is a boy. His IGN is Soar High. His weapon is a bow and arrow. Youngest of them all, his IGN name is Masked Deceiver. His weapon is a scythe that turns into a deadly boomerang." Gilbert explained.
"Who's the one I should avoid then?"
"Lighting Dancer Ene. She's one handful you'll never defeat."
"What was that about me?"
The two whipped their heads toward the voice to find her. She was a girl in her late teens with two choppy, black twin tails. Her outfit looked too girly for her, with her scowl and all. It was a blue breastplate with a frilly pink skirt. Black stockings climbed up a little past her knee and red high-cut converse adorned her feet. But it was no mistaking it.
Lightning Dancer Ene hung over her head.
"Who are you? Why is your gamer tab blank?" she asked. "Tell me or I'll kill you."
What am I supposed to do, Shintaro thought, Don't reveal your real name.
"I. . . I'm. . . NEET Boy. Not N-E-A-T, it's N-E-E-T." With Shintaro's reply, his gamer tab wasn't blank anymore. The words popped up above his head. Oh god. Why did he have to come up with such a lame name?
Lightning Dancer Ene stared at him. It was as if she was trying to remember something, a far distant memory tucked in the corner of her mind. It took her at least a minute before realization struck her face.
"I remember now. I'm Lightning Dancer Ene. A girl you've met in the real world, Shintaro." she said. "And I know your wish."
"What do you mean?" Shintaro asked, suddenly uncomfortable.
"You're gonna revive Ayano."
A/N:
Hey guys! This is a story I've been working on at Quotev and I decided to move it here.
Please review and favorite~