By: Kirity_Kitty and Wolfy
The World
Warning: Getting killed by the bad guys in this story will result in you in a coma. That is all.
The words 'Welcome to the World' were glowing brightly on the screen. There were sounds of clicks from a computer mouse and clacks from keys. The monitor switched to a keyboard. The letters were typed slowly, 'L' 'u' 'n' 'a'. The screen flashed once and returned to the welcome screen with the addition of her name. The option 'beast' or 'human' appeared. The pointer zoomed over to beast and clicked. Choose your job came up and there was a list. She chose 'Adept Rogue'. Now she had to choose the colors. She went through the light and dark colors and every shade and blend. She discovered that she liked the vibrant red and deep black. She chose a style shortly before. Tan skin and aquamarine colored hair, ears and tail. Poofy pants and a shirt that reached down almost to her belly button. After she finished all of that she began playing 'The World'. Of course, she had to do the tutorial now. She sighed.
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Online games had never been of any interest. Friends and other students talked about it all the time. It was sickening. Her brother managed to sell a deal, forcing her into the seat, logging into the computer. Names were a weak point. When it came to naming something, "cookie" and "cloud" just didn't cut it. Instead, "Lyall" was carefully clicked into the computer.
The terms were a foreign language. "Adept Rogue" was clicked, while every other characteristic was randomly selected. In the end, the character was a young boy decked in flaming ruby crimson and grim black. His hair randomly selected turned out to be midnight blue, silky hair tied back by a bloody ribbon.
Coincidentally, it was a representation of who she could become, except for the man part of course. "Welcome to the World". These words sounded hostile in a way. The girl in front of the computer screen had a strange feeling about the entire thing, but she could not afford to lose the deal, and so she continued forward, squinting through the green goggles. "Come on, Lyall. Let's proceed without fail." Getting through the beginning was the worst. Once again, she thought to herself, online games are worthless. And the Mr. Lyall began "The World".
Slice. The Goblin fell. Yes, Luna thought. I'm gonna level up soon. Luna had finished her beginner's quest and was already training on her own. She began to dance around the field until she found an enemy. Ha! Another Goblin. This is almost too easy. "Kyaaahaha," she laughed. Just then, lucky her, she got a short mail from her first and only friend so far who just logged in. "Area words?" It said.
"A little busy at the moment. Heavenly Forbidden Two Wings." She replied.
"Be there soon. Don't kill everything."
"We can fight the boss together...since I already did everything else." She used Gale Blade to finish the Goblin and the battle.
"That's pretty mean, Lulu." He was standing right behind her.
"You should have logged in sooner." She smiled.
"Yeah, well, you know my situation."
Luna nodded in agreement, "Yep, you got it ruff KITCAT."
KITCAT was his character's name. His younger brother made the name up for him when he was in the bathroom. "Don't call me KITCAT! You know my name." He was pouting.
"I'm sorry, Kane. What kind of a friend would I be if I made my Harvest Cleric cry?" She joked.
Did-did she just say that I was hers, he thought. Wait a sec-"Whoa, cry? I don't cry!"
"Sure you don't." Luna began laughing as well as running. Kane was chasing her across the field toward the boss.
Finally, the two players reached the boss of the level. I was an elephant like creature with a ring in its trunk.
"Alright! Let's squash this bug!" Luna began to stalk her pray.
"Here we go again," Kane muttered.
The early hours passed. She blinked at the bright screen. Lyall stood in front of the warp point, choosing a field to level up in. At this point, the area words became a blur. It was random anyway. Really, she could care less about leveling with these easy demons.
There was no one in her party because socializing made her sick to her stomach and commonly gave her quite the migraine. It was like a disease. People in general were disgusting. "Damn it! This is stupid." But never did the mouse venture over to log off. Lyall could now defeat every enemy with two or three strikes.
The boss was up ahead. She tracked it down and came to an abrupt halt when two other players were at her attention. They didn't matter. She pushed past, defeating the field's boss in under thirty seconds. "You lose." And Lyall ran away, warping out for some other area.
That was close, the girl thought to herself. The alarm quickly called, reminding her that there was school to attend to. School meant nothing, exactly like money. It was one in the same.
Her character had just leveled so it was perfect to log off. She left 'The World' to lazily throw on her school uniform and stuff items into her bag. The sun hadn't come up yet. "Oh, well. At least no one knows I'm online." And without anything else, the young teenager quietly left her house and began her short journey to school.
Luna rubbed her eyes softly as she yawned. She logged out of the world just moments before. Now, however, she was leaning back, resting her head on the back of the chair. She took off her head set and stared at her clock upside down. Crap! She thought. She swiftly changed out of her clothes from yesterday and replaced them with her school uniform. She bolted from her house shouting, "I'm leaving!" Shit, ten minutes to go before school started.
Even though she shouted that she was leaving, nobody would hear her. She basically lived alone. Her mom died when she entered middle school. Her father...well, he worked from dawn 'til dusk trying to give her the best life possible.
Luna was a good kid. She was somewhat popular, well-behaved and received straight A's. So, yeah, she was good. She had a lot of enemy's, too. Some of the more popular girls thought it was fun to pick on her. Luna turned around all of their plans and made them work to her advantage, but she never hurt them, except their pride.
Don't go thinking she was a freakishly well-behaved smart girl though. She was only smart on tests and assignments. Other than that, she would just goof around. She wasn't the class clown, but she was fun to hang around.
She grew up strong. She believed and repeated that she thought that everyone had their own opinion and they should be heard. She also said that she didn't care what people thought or said about her. Sometimes rumors about her were true, sometimes they weren't. That's the way she was.
She busted into the classroom breathing heavily. "Teacher! I'm so sorry I'm late." her apology was sincere with eyes that were soft and hazel colored. It was a very rare trait that not many people had where she lived. This was her first year in high school and she was already having a shaky start.
"Yes. Well, it is the first day so I'll let you off with a warning. What's your name?"
She stood in front of the class and with a smile on her face she said, "My name is Zaira Abella Cote. You can call me Zaira, or Zac if you want." Her smile grew.
"All right. Zaira, please take that seat back there. Next to, uh, what's your name?"
The girl in the back looked up at the mention of her existence. She twisted an expression of disgust, glaring at Zaira. It was a split second no one else saw and she planned to keep it that way. Her head fell soon to focus on the empty desk in front of her.
The gesture pulled her messy dark bangs forward, covering the tired glowing green eyes she hated to see. First days never fail to be boring, so closing her eyes for a bit wouldn't hurt. The girl already knew what the other students thought of her, but she preferred to stay silent especially because she was too tired and lazy to open her mouth. An ugly, unrested raspy voice would come out and maybe give someone a heart attack. It would be normal again by the time lunch rolled around.
Zaira saw the glare the girl gave her. After all, it was aimed at her. She sat down in the empty seat barely participating, partly due to the girl and partly due to her lack of sleep. After her first class ended she took a nap. It didn't last long. The teachers for all of her classes wanted to play name association games, which wasn't fare. She already knew most of the people in her class from middle school and the only person's name she even wanted to know wasn't called on even once.
To Zaira, lunch couldn't come fast enough. She wanted so badly to ask that girl why she gave her that glare. Other than come in less than a minute late she hadn't done anything wrong. As soon as the teacher walked out of the room she turned to the girl and said, quite loudly, "What's your problem?!"
The girl failed to even flinch the slightest bit. She lacked interest in Zaira to be honest. For her, talking was about as important as listening, which didn't mean much, though she was a good listener. "What problem, Miss Ra?" She said it purposely. Ra happened to be the Egyptian sun god. This clearly stated as somewhat of a compliment sounded insulting with the sarcastic overtone. No matter what the other girl said, it wouldn't mean anything for lack of knowing her name. Every student in that classroom didn't know her name, and could care less about her existence. "It must be a daydream or something. Have a nice lunch, Ra." And without so much as a breath, the mysterious, quiet girl slipped out of the room and down the hall, twisting in a path no one would be able to keep up with.
It wasn't even a minute of conversation, and yet she felt like it was an hour. Socializing took all her strength sometimes. She managed to avoid it until now. Damn, that Zaira would pay for causing her trouble. She already knew talking and socializing would soon become a daily business, especially with Zaira...and "The World".
She stopped, putting her back to a wall to catch her breath. Lunch meant nothing anyway. She could eat at home or something. Hiding was of more importance. "Damn it!" Her fist connected with the wall, and her knees weakened, causing her to fall to the floor. It would be useless to stand, so she sat there, head hanging down, and both hands in fists against the cold, solid floor.
Zaira stared at the door where her new friend or enemy left. She wasn't sure which she was yet. Seriously, if I don't figure out what her name is...I'm gonna go all out obsessive and probably find out something I shouldn't, she thought...this is bad. Zaira never was one to forgive and forget so easily, except in the case of her friend Kane. He was her best friend and the only exception. Not even her dad had that privilege.
Kane walked in the door and snapped her back to reality. He sat in the desk that she was still leaning towards.
"Bitch," she muttered.
"What did I do?" Kane said innocently.
"What are you talking about?"
"You just called me a bitch. What was it for?"
"Oh! Did I say that out loud? I didn't mean you. I meant that girl who just walked out of the room. I think she hates me...but I have no clue why."
"You think too much. What makes you think that she hates you?"
"She gave me a death stare."
"Jeez, Zai. What did you do?"
Zaira now gave Kane a death glare.
"Ya know, I have to get back to class now. Its P.E. next so I have to change." With this said he stumbled out of the room.
Zaira sat in front of her own desk with a scowl on her face. This scowl surrounded her in an unapproachable air. She sat quietly without eating her, which she forgot since she was so late to school. For the rest of the day she thought about this girl, which in a funny twist of fate kept her from paying attention when her name was called on by one of the teachers. When she asked her classmates what the girls name was they just said they didn't know. Damn it, she thought.
The girl had washed up, fixing herself to look like nothing happened. After all, appearance was everything and if she came into the main hallway looking like trash, she would be questioned. "She wants to know my name, I'll give her a name." Strength started building, fueling her ability to think properly and walk in a "don't mess with me" manner.
She pulled out a small sheet of paper decorated with a small red and black rose design. It was about the size of your average pocket notepad. Writing with black gel ink, the girl printed a short note consisting of a time place, and a name. She might be called a trickster later if anyone found out she was setting this up. Aiko happened to be an alias of course. Giving away her real name would allow for blame.
She quietly slipped the paper into the girl's backpack, leaving it sticking out a bit so it could be seen. She ran away before anyone saw her. Hope she falls for it. The place was said to be an area by her house. The quiet girls were also sometimes the sour, naughty girls who no one would dare to mess with. Aiko would be idly standing by, watching Zaira wait and wait in frustration for something that was never coming.
Zaira was on her way home when she saw the girl. I could tail her and find out where she lives, she thought. Oh no, I'm a stalker! No I haven't stalked her so I'm not really a stalker. "I'm just gonna go home, do my homework and log onto the world." She said to herself calmly. "Haha. Do my homework, that's funny." And so it was, Zaira got home threw her backpack on the ground and logged into the world. The whole time she bitched and complained about the girl from school. Which, in a twisted sort of way, made her level up faster than ever. Eventually though she went to bed, my guess is about two o'clock in the morning.
Her plan had failed. Aiko logged in and spent the entire night leveling up. She had forgotten to eat before playing and it was a little late now. Zaira never showed up, there wasn't a single trace of her even wandering down the path that was given. "The World" didn't satisfy her anger, even when she went five levels above her own and defeated every monster single handedly!
She faintly recognized the annoying buzz of her alarm, telling her it was another day without sleep. At least she hadn't passed out yet. Aiko knew it wouldn't be too long before that happened. And it was off to school before too long, but on the way, she waited in the area she stated in the letter. The girl stood, straining to hear the slightest noise of footsteps. This was ridiculous, but she didn't move. "Stupid girl," she accidentally whispered aloud.
"What did you call me?!" Zaira had just found the letter in her backpack. "I found the letter in my bag this morning." She was blushing slightly. "Sorry, I made you wait for me and everything. Have this as my apology." Zaira tossed her a bag with a lunch in it. "If you don't eat that, then you'll be sorry." Zaira winked as she ran to class, not wanting to watch her classmate do something that would piss her off.
"Wha-" she was barely able to catch it when with her guard dropped and everything. Aiko thought it smelled delicious, but it was for lunch and not breakfast. Her feet were bouncy and her heart beat faster. She put her hands up to her cheeks-she was blushing. She wanted to catch up to Zaira, however, her body didn't want to move until she was out of sight. "Gotta get to school. I must be late by now..." With a sigh, Aiko sped up to the school, carefully handling the lunch she was given.