Moshi-Moshi! GureNeko reporting in after probably about, 6-7 months worth of hiatus! I figured it was time to return back to my hobby of writing fanfics (It's an excuse, I just ran out of Steam Games to play, Summer Sale!) and well, it was hard to continue what I had stopped for too long. RIP all my other SAO fanfics.
So instead, here's a new one dubbed 'Disconnect'
But, its an OC insert story! Well, I guess it's not wrong to expect the normal OC harem or KiritoxOC pairing or the OC is op hero thing but I want to prove that this story will differ from those themes. At least I hope they would!
Anyways, if you didn't want to listen to the rant, the story is just below! Get a comfy seat (or standing), read and if you have the time, reviewing is a good way to improve on my writing!
Once again, GureNeko, signing out!
Chapter 1 :
The crowd around her was dressed in cheerfully bright colors that did not fit with the tense atmosphere, created by the sinister scarlet sky that bathed the central plaza in dark red. The confused mutterings of the gathered soon halted as a gigantic red-robed figure materialized in the sky. It opened its arms in welcome, heralding the 10,000 players who were now part of its world.
"My name, is Kayaba Akihiko ..."
The rest of the cloak's speech was drowned out by the darkness in her mind that threatened to swallow her consciousness. In her head, the name 'Kayaba Akihiko' repeated endlessly like a broken record running rampant and her eyes saw. Not the shock and fear that slowly engulfed the faces of those who realised they had been kidnapped into a virtual world but instead, she saw a blurry image of a room. The white walls and lack of household furniture gave it a desolate feeling. The only object that stood out in the foggy picture was a bed, snow white like the rest of the room and the blaring orange sunlight of the setting dawn. Somewhere in this delusion, a sharp set of beeping noises echoed noisily and then, a low-tone voice, speaking as if in slow-motion.
"Remember your mission."
Reality forced its way through literally as startling sounds such as the breaking of glass and hopeless screams pierced through her senses. Before she could recover her bearings, the people around her had all but lost all semblance of logic and order as they began panicking like a mob chased by a riot squad, some rooting themselves to the ground, lost and confused while others ran and in the mess of human traffic, she found herself knocked down. Holding out her hands by reflex, they came into contact with the sharp fragments that lay scattered like caltrops. Wincing at the pain, her eyes glared at the destroyed mirror that had harmed her and looking inside the cracked reflection, she saw herself before the pieces burst into tiny blue polygons.
Lustrous shoulder-length black hair, high cheekbones, long eyelashes and a perfectly symmetrical face. She could have been considered pretty if not for the pair of dead gray eyes that have dissuaded many from approaching. But her appearance was not what concerned her, it was the creeping, sinking feeling again in the back of her head as it fell back into abyss. She was being disconnected from the world around her yet again. The image quality did not improve but the scene was different. A depressingly dark room with dirty brown walls, the only light source being a faint glimmer from what was probably a covered window. There seemed to be furniture this time but the blurriness of this world made it hard to discern what they actually were. However, she could be sure that this was a filthy place, resembling that of a slum. A shadow passed through the small light for a moment and as she focused whatever senses she had, it became clear. It was a gnarly, ancient looking hand, covered in scars and sickly skin, reaching out towards her.
"Oi Miss, you alright?"
A light shake to her shoulders woke her up and after her vision readjusted, she was looking up at a young man, probably in his early twenties from the small signs of a beard on his cheeks and chin. His most redeeming features were probably the hooked nose as well as the bright red bandana that tied up his spiky red hair in place above his forehead.
"Klein, follow me."
A voice from the crowd called out to the man that was helping her. Klein, if that was his name, turned his head towards where the voice had come from.
"Wait, Kirito! Damnit."
He muttered the last word as he watched the black-haired youth disappear towards one of the alleyways out of the plaza.
"Miss, can you follow me? I'll get someone to look at that soon."
He gestured briefly with one of his hands at her own which had several tiny red streaks left behind by the cruel fragments. Being somewhat forcefully pulled to her feet, she found herself led off by Klein who followed after the person that called out to him. The incessant buzz of the frightened crowd melted away as they covered more distance till finally, near the end of the alleyway which opened up to the empty streets of the town, the black-haired boy stood there, leaning against the wall, arms crossed as he tapped his foot impatiently.
Pointing to Klein's companion, he asked, "Who is she?"
"She's injured so I was hoping to find someone to heal her."
"I think I told you before that you can't get permanent injuries in this world."
The black-haired boy sighs, covering his eyes with a hand before approaching Klein.
"More importantly, you understand what this all means right?"
"We're stuck here until we finish this game?"
"That's right. While the fields are still empty, we can head over to the nearest village for a couple of quests. There's a good sword there that can ..."
He was interrupted mid-way by Klein who held up a hand for pause. Seeing that he got the boy's attention, he posed his question.
"By we, that includes you and me right?"
Klein gestured to emphasize his point in which he received a nod for confirmation. He proceeds to sigh, scratching the back of his head before reluctantly continuing, "That's not possible ... Sorry, Kirito."
Seeing confusion from his counterpart, Klein elaborated further. "Back there," he pointed his thumb over his shoulder, back to where the plaza and the mob was "I have friends who bought the game with me. I have to be there for them you know."
"I ... see."
Watching the lonely back of his newly made friend, Klein mentally berated himself before going to pat the boy's shoulder with a goofy smile on his face.
"Well, at least I brought someone to go with you. I'm sure both of you won't mind ... right?"
There was a stiff atmosphere between the boy and the girl. She did not have a good impression of him already with his cold-condescending attitude but in her lost and confused state, the logical choice would be to accept some guidance.
"It's fine. Thank you, Klein-san."
"Sorry again Miss. I haven't got your name have I?"
For some unknown reason, despite her turbulent mental state, she somehow knew what her name was.
"Spring."
"Spring-chan then. I'll leave you with Kirito then. See you, Kirito, Spring."
Waving his goodbyes as he left, he gave a wink and cheeky grin to Spring as he turned back towards the plaza. The tense atmosphere grew suffocating as both Kirito and Spring stared at each other, both unable to proceed on with the next step of conversation. They instead, examined each other closely. For Spring, she noticed that throughout the entire time she had seen him, the same gaunt expression was pasted on his face. Reinforced by his messy black hair and black eyes, it gave him an unfriendly yet solitary look. Eventually with a forced sigh, Kirito turns his back, ending their stareout and heading towards the gates that led out to the 1st Floor of the world.
"Let's go."
This is the usual rant zone where I put my thoughts after writing the chapter. You can skip it if you don't want to read a mess of thoughts and worries.
Alright so the OC is a girl named Spring. Male harem? Hmmmm? (I think Kirito's female harem was enough)
Where's the character development, bad story! (Give me time to write more chapters please, Sad face )
Ain't this just canon, where's the fun stuff? (Every story needs an intro!)