Disclaimer: SAO and OP are not mine, because... I dunno, they just aren't :/
Thoughts
"Speech"
Chapter 2- Confusion
Asuna stared at the strange man, uncomprehending. She wanted to know what he meant, but her mouth refused to open and all she managed was a faint croak. Luckily, he kept on talking.
"Basically those useless Grim Reapers managed to let you slip and you survived for an extra week." He stated bluntly, shoulders shaking a bit as if from silent laughter, "Ha! I was sure those things were too stupid to do their job right! Maybe now the Boss will finally realise that I'm much better after I resolve this–" He stopped when he realised he was talking to himself and was being judged. "Ahem… yeah."
"Er… Why am I here again?" She asked uncertainly. None of this made any sense to her.
"Hm…" Mr Yomi rubbed his hands together eagerly. "That's right, I haven't explained yet, have I?" he didn't wait for a reply. "So… long story short, you didn't die when you were supposed to so now we owe you a debt."
Silence.
"A-a debt?" Why would they owe her a debt when she got to live longer?
He seemed to read her mind. "I know, weird right? But I don't really have any say in this stuff even though I was forced to memorise the whole rulebook. You'd think they wanted be to be king or something with all the things they told me to remember." He continued to talk confusingly before finally getting to the point. "What's this one again? Oh right! Rule #312: Any living being not reaped within five minutes of their fixed death date shall have the right to make a wish in the next seventy-two hours."
Asuna was silent for a second. "S-so, I can make any wish?"
"W-wait! I know what you're thinking. The answer is no. You cannot be revived. Rule #269 states–"
"Don't worry." She interrupted softly. "I know I can't." She smiled a sad smile. The smile sent a chill up his spine.
"W-well. Good." He recovered quickly. "A week has already passed back where you are, but it has only been about twenty hours here so you still have time. Think carefully on your wish." He paused, as if thinking something through. "And be careful what you wish for. Some things may happen differently to what you'd imagine."
If she was surprised by the suddenly serious tone, she didn't show it. Instead, the girl sat down on a wooden chair that had just appeared out of nowhere, and leaned back slightly, looking up at the black void above. The darkness made it easier to picture Kirito; his hair, his eyes and the way he smiled. All of it was painfully clear and only further reminded her that she wasn't going to see him again. Eyes empty, she wondered if he was thinking much the same thing; if his heart ached as much as hers. It probably did, she knew, and that wasn't good. Hurting for a dead person wasn't going to help. It would've been better if she'd never existed. Then he wouldn't be in pain anymore.
If only she never existed.
"Well then… I'll give you some time to think. I'll be back in a few hours." The man said, sounding slightly uncomfortable, before clicking his fingers and ghosting away again.
Asuna stared at the spot where he had been.
He'd forgotten his body again…
~A Going-back-to-get-a-body later~
The man was cloaked in darkness. Yomi (who had gone back to get his body) looked down at him disapprovingly. The newly dead hadn't spoken since his arrival, which was getting increasingly irritating. The fruit cleared his throat to draw the other's attention, growling when he didn't even bat an eye.
"A-hem." He coughed again. "Do you know why you are here?" As expected, there was no answer, so he continued.
"Well, basically, you are dead, though you were supposed to have survived and gone back to your family. Or should I saw adopted family." He said with a bored tone. "Seriously why do I have to deal with these weird creatures (said the even weirder creature). ONE is already enough. Two is just…" His voice trailed off when he realised that the obstinate human was not listening. "Hmph. Fine then." He huffed. "Then I won't tell you about the wish and stuff. You can just go and rot–"
"What wish?" Yomi jumped when the man spoke. His voice was cold, but there was definitely hint of interest in it. Humans always tuned in whenever he mentioned that, but he was too relieved to complain. He finally had his attention, which basically meant he could go back to sleep sooner. Words flowed eagerly out of the fruit-turned-man's mouth. He didn't notice the corner of the human's lips twitch and tilt upwards.
Asuna turned her head towards the ghostly form of Mr Yomi as he floated back onto the throne. The 'man' crossed his legs and tapped the armrest absently with his fingers, staring into space. Silence wrapped around the area like a blanket, which seemed to make the temperature drop a little. They were still for the next few minutes, until his impatience got the better of him. His voice came out louder than he'd expected, causing him to restart and begin at a softer volume.
"So… Have you decided?" He asked. He heard the other half of his body ask the same thing to the strange human in the other space.
"Yes." The man said.
"Yes." The girl whispered.
"Ok, then. What is it? As long as it is within my power, I will (don't have a choice but to) do it."
They spoke their next words at exactly the same time.
"I wish for him to never be able to live in the world again."
"I wish he lives happily..."
Of course he knew who they were talking about.
Those bloody, slave-driving humans.
Before he even opened his eyes, he knew something was wrong. And it wasn't the fact that he'd actually managed to fall asleep. His usually flat mattress was now rounded and cold. There was no blanket over his body. The temperature wasn't right. Moreover, everything was wet. He tried to move his arm, feeling a slimy substance suck it down. Yup, there was definitely something wrong. Sliding his legs under him and wincing slightly at the popping sound of his head dislodging from the sludge, he used a now-free hand to wipe away the bit covering his left eye and blinked at his surroundings. He rubbed his eyes and looked again.
So this is hell huh? (No, it isn't, my dear Kazuto).
He was sitting on what looked like a large bubble. What he had originally thought was sludge, was actually a thick foamy liquid that came with the replacement bed. Which brought to him three questions:
One: The 'is this hell?'.
Two: If not, where on earth was this place?
Three: Why didn't the bubble pop? It's unscientific.
He had a lot more, but those were the ones that came to him first.
After another quick look around, he noticed that there were bubbles everywhere, and ridiculously tall trees. His eyes followed the base of the trunk down towards the island below. Wait a minute…
He was still on the bubble. Which was floating upwards. Oh shit. He cursed under his breath, hurriedly leaping down. Unfortunately, in his haste, he'd forgotten to look for something to land on. It was good that there were so many soft landings around, or he would have landed with a SPLAT of meat sauce at the bottom. But seriously, this couldn't be real right? There was no way he could've woken up in the middle of bubble land after falling asleep in his bed. It was impossible. Even Full Dive required him to say 'Link Start' to activate it. Could he have muttered in his sleep after putting the NerveGear on? But he'd never been one to sleep talk and as far as he knew, he didn't own any other VRRPG game other than … you know. So what the hell was this? A dream? But if it was, it was a damn good one. It shouldn't be possible for something like a dream to be so real. It was then when he realised that he had been ascending the whole time and was now a good fifty metres above the ground. He once again launched himself into thin air and dropped down to a bubble nearer to the roots, which he now saw, was the islands themselves. It seemed to never occur to him that leaping down to what could potentially be death was not what a normal person would do (Not that freezing on the spot and screaming was any better). The soapy ball became a more jelly-beanish shape under the sudden weight, but still held, much to his relief. Using the same method, he carefully hopped down to the floor. It was only when he had to move out of the way of yet another bubble emerging from the ground that he became convinced that he was either hallucinating or going completely crazy. He preferred the former, though not by far, since it meant he was already progressing towards the second one. But then, if he did go completely out of his head, he wouldn't be able to think straight, which would be both good and bad. Good was that it meant he was probably imagining the whole thing so he wasn't in any actual danger, and bad because then he'd probably do something really, really stupid and get to the danger anyway.
Which brought him to one very intelligent conclusion:
Both were pretty bad.
Yeah, there was definitely something wrong with him…
Suguha woke up feeling strangely empty, as if something was missing. She lay in bed and stretched, hoping to wring the sleepiness out of her body before slowly sitting up and glancing at the clock.
Her movements became noticeably faster then. The second hand ticked mockingly at her.
"I swear I set the alarm." The girl muttered to herself as she ran a hand through her hair in attempt to untangle the messy nest. She gave up soon afterwards, and appeared in front of the mirror a second later with a brush in one hand and her uniform in another. In thirty seconds, she had accomplished the impossible task of changing into a shirt, skirt and socks while combing her hair. Properly.
"Okaa-san!" She shouted, taking one last fleeting look at her reflection before rushing downstairs. "I'm leav–"
Suguha skidded to a stop by the kitchen, staring at the empty bench-top. There was always toast there, ready for her when she came down. She hurriedly opened the cupboard. There was nothing in there either. "Is there no bread left?" That's strange. Her mum usually stocked up on that stuff on the weekend.
"Didn't you go buy it yesterday?" Was the tired reply.
"Didn't you go? Remember, I asked but you said you'll do it."
"What are you talking about?" Her mum said in a tone that practically had 'No Nonsense' written on it in bold letters. "Argh, whatever, I'll go get some later."
"… K. Bye, Kaa-san!" She'd just have to make do without breakfast. She glanced at the clock again. Kendo training was going to start in less than ten minutes. Argh, Captain is going to kill me! She thought, grabbing her bag and shinai and running out of the house.
She was five minutes late and got ten punishment laps around the dojo and the oval. Being out of breath already, she mostly staggered the last few circuits. It had rained the night before too, which made the task all the more challenging. The thick mud sucked down the soles of her shoes whenever she took the next step. There was only half the session left by the time she finished. Running for three-quarters of an hour didn't exactly help with her physical state. There was also that growing sense of emptiness bugging her constantly. She'd been called up for a match with a senpai, and, despite her definitely having more skill, had made a mistake and lost badly. Not amusing when kendo was the only hobby she was actually serious about. All in all, she was in a bit of a gloomy mood when training ended.
"Suguha-chan? Are you alright?" her friend, Kaori, asked, sounding quite worried.
"Yeah… I'm fine." She tried to put on a reassuring smile but failed miserably.
"You know that wasn't convincing at all?" Yumi said in her usual cheerful voice, the complete opposite of what Suguha was feeling at the moment.
"What, what?" Huh, Youko as well? "Did you have a fight with your nii-chan again?"
What did she just say?
"Nii-chan?" She repeated uncertainly.
"Yeah. It's Kazuto-kun, isn't it?" Yumi said, sounding a tad too excited. "Awww, you're so cute~"
"The forbidden love between brother and sister." Youko declared dramatically, with stars dancing around her. "He wakes up from his deep slumber and they finally reunite…"
"Ah… I'm so jealous."
"Don't you already have a boyfriend?"
"Hey…" Suguha tried to speak.
"I do. But Kazuto-kun is way cooler."
"HEY!" She shouted, flushing deeply when all eyes turned to her. She gestured for her friends to follow her to the back of the building.
"Ok, so what is it?" Kaori questioned, leaning against the wire fence that surrounded the school.
"I don't have a brother."
They all stared at her.
"I don't have a brother." She stated again, louder this time.
"Whoa, Sugu-chan. Aren't you going a bit too far even for a fight. What did he do? I'll go speak to him." Yumi said, putting a hand on her friend's shoulders.
She brushed it off and turned around so that she was facing all three of them. "No. I really don't have one. I don't even know this 'Kazuto'."
The group was silent for a second, letting the words sink in.
"You're serious." Youko finally decided after thoroughly examining the slightly-taller girl's face.
Suguha rolled her eyes at this. "Of course I'm serious! Why did you think I had one, anyway?" She inquired incredulously.
They all eyed her warily. "Because you introduced him to us." They said in unison.
She facepalmed. "I give up, I give up. You're too good for me."
"What?"
She looked up from her hand. "You guys planned this didn't you, this joke?"
They were staring at her weirdly again.
~Meanwhile, in one of the In-Between spaces~
"Wishes… check, Lollies… check, Paperwork… can't be stuffed, Pay check… Why haven't they paid me yet? Hm, let's see… For people… Kirigaya Kazuto, successfully transferred… memories… His aunt… Kirigaya Midori… Kirigaya Suguha… I did quite a good job, I think. School's headmaster… neighbour… Blah, blah, blah… Huh, what's this? Er… Takahashi Youko… Susuki Kaori… Oshiro Yumi…? Ah…" The fruit scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Forgot them… Better do it now…" He brought up each of their profiles and tapped their foreheads lightly, all the while muttering series of undecipherable words that sounded a lot like curses.
~Back with our hero's sister~
A joke? What was she talking about? Kaori thought to herself. She knows she has a brother –
Not.
Ah, maybe we were being a bit too cruel pranking her like this?
"Just kidding!" She heard Yumi scream out gleefully, and was glad that she had said it first. It would have been awkward otherwise.
"You totally fell for it!" She joined in, laughing.
"Awwww… You are so mean!" Suguha squealed, lightly punching her on the shoulder.
Kaori feigned hurt, clutching her arm tightly and groaning in agony. "Ahhhhhh! You broke my arm!"
"As if!"
'Hahahaha!'
It didn't take him long to find out the other peculiarities of this 'Bubbleland'. He hadn't noticed before since he'd been leaping downwards on soft landings, but after walking around for a while, he found that he was much lighter than before. He could now jump almost triple his usual limit, without even trying. Unfortunately, he had become aware of this only after leaping too far when a bubble appeared and crashing into a tree. Hard bark and his face didn't really like each other. Let's leave it at that.
The second difference was that he could see further. His vision was as good as it was in SAO. Better, even, since there wasn't the game feature that blurred out everything he wasn't focussing on. Strangely enough, he felt more at ease with this than with his sight in the real world.
He was sure he'd find out about the other changes soon enough, so decided to direct his attention to the place he had woken up in. It was even more impressive than the Virtual Reality he'd lived in for two years. Maybe his brain was a better FullDive machine than a NerveGear? He had all five senses with him, and could even feel the game-developed sixth sense lurking somewhere at the back of his mind. For a former game-addict like him, this was quite the ideal place to be in.
If only she… He shook his head. No, he wasn't going to break down now. That could wait for later.
For now, he was going to make the best out of the situation.
Kirigaya Kazuto was a danger magnet.
It was either that, or this was a seriously stuffed up place. What else could explain his current predicament? His eyes darted around, taking in the seven extremely large men who looked like they wouldn't mind twisting a few people's neck off for fun. His shoulder stung from the bullet that had passed through it earlier, his shirt already soaked through with blood.
You are probably wondering how the hell he had managed to get into such a dangerous situation so quickly. Well here's what happened…
~One hour earlier~
After a while of walking, Kazuto saw smoke snaking up towards the sky – the tell-tale sign that civilisation was nearby. Wow, good job, brain. You planned this really thoroughly, he congratulated himself, though he wasn't actually sure if everything was his imagination or not.
Quickening his pace, he walked towards the grey wisps and soon found himself staring up at a huge arch, which he guessed marked the entrance of the town. Behind it, were crowds and crowds of people. Some were sitting in a bubble that had pedals so the rider could navigate it. Stalls lined the cobblestoned streets, displaying candies, flowers, 'Magic Matches', bubble balloon bags and everything else he could think of. Behind that were the buildings – some small and cute, while others were large and elegantly furnished. There were cafes, bars, shops selling antiques and decorations, buildings that didn't have a sign but people streamed out of, bookshops and many others. All of this, had one thing in common: Purpose. Everyone, everything, had a purpose. It was only after the few seconds he took to realise this that his eyes started picking out things in particular: A group of strange men with ridiculous amounts of piercings and carrying swords, daggers and various other weapons. Their clothes were strange too. One man had on a long, red coat even though it was clearly not the right choice in this kind of weather. Another was bare chested, exposing his skinful of tattoos. He wore only a pair of pants held up barely by an expensive-looking belt that was too big for him. All of them had an abnormal amount of muscles. What was more, the regular townspeople ignored them, although occasionally, one would steal a glance before scuttling off as quickly as they could. Stall-keepers tried to raise the price, sounding more enthusiastic than before, as a merchant would when met with a wealthy buyer. One of the strange men shouted something. The owner nodded after a brief consideration time. The man left with a fancy-looking scabbard strapped onto his already-drooping belt.
It appeared that his hearing had also become more enhanced, for he only had to walk a bit closer to hear their conversation.
"… When can we leave?"
"We should get the ship back from the coating mechanic tonight. We'll leave tomorrow morning." The dagger carrying man said.
"Aw~ But Clarque… I still want to play a bit longer~"
"Shut up Stevie. You can play when we get to Fishman Island." The man who was apparently named 'Clarque' said, punching his companion on the shoulder lightly.
"Gyahahaha!" The one with the red coat laughed. "Yeah. We don't want to get caught by the Marines now, do we?"
Marines?
"Chihihihihihi! No we don't. Chihihihihihi! Not before I get my hands on one of those mermaids down there." The shortest man in the group said in a high-pitched voice, tongue lolling out of his mouth. He had a katana at his side.
What the hell is he talking about? Mermaids?!
"True~" Stevie said in a strange, male sing-song voice. The combination sounded a lot like a strangled squeal. "Feel sorry for the poor soul who ends up with an ugly lump as – Yeow!"
He squealed for real this time, as he felt a blade press onto his throat. Several people near them screamed and ran away. Kazuto was shocked but managed not to flinch. "It's so funny, isn't it? Huh, Stevie? Why aren't you laughing now."
"Dri. Don't go overboard." Red Coat growled, a warning note in his voice.
He didn't move.
"Driarch Gildo." He repeated dangerously.
Said man narrowed his eyes and slowly sheathed the sword, though his arm remained over his victim's throat. "Yes. Captain Chuggs." He sounded out sarcastically.
"Driarch."
"Yes, yes." The man replied in a bored tone, putting his hands up and stepping back from the wall he'd pinned Steve to. "Whatever you say, sir."
The victim absently rubbed the place where the katana's edge had cut into his flesh. "I was only joking around." He muttered hoarsely, obviously not happy about the way he was treated but afraid to offend the other again.
"Well, me too." Dri said back, grinning madly.
Clarque frowned. "Don't get so loud! It'll be bad if the Marines find out we're here!"
Marines, again. Was that a group who disliked them? Rival gang? No, otherwise they wouldn't be afraid. Perhaps something similar to the police? Was the group criminals? If so, they why was nobody reacting?
Kazuto quietly walked to the stall on the men's right selling sea shell products. He did attract a few stares here and there because of the baggy shirt and pants he was wearing, but otherwise he blended in quite well. Pretending to examine the 'Ulti-male sun screen' that was, according to the label, 'made purely out of crushed shells and sea water', he concentrated on trying to make sense of what they had just said as well as listen in for any additional information. Right now, he knew their names and that they did not want to be caught. They had a ship that was going to come back from a 'coating mechanic', and were heading to Fishman Island. Oh, and they all look like macho man. That was all. He carefully placed the can he was holding back in its place. He had to satisfy his curiosity soon or the boy was going to explode. Trying to look as normal as possible, he sauntered towards the largest bookstore he could see. He might be able to get more information from there.
The door was open, so he walked in, nodding politely to the storekeeper at the back, and then ambled towards the section that was labelled as 'Non-fiction'. To his delight, there was an encyclopedia. That should have the information he needed. It was only after he opened the book that he realised he didn't know where he was. Deciding to just 'go with the flow', Kazuto sighed and looked up 'coating mechanic'. According to the article, they specialised in coating ships and other things with the resin the bubbles outside were made out of. Ok. So the men wanted to coat their ship with a layer of bubble. The question was 'Why'? He flipped to the letter 'F' and searched up 'Fishman Island'.
…An Island situated beneath the Red Line 10 000 metres below sea level, inhabited by the merpeople and ruled by Neptune. Fishman Island is frequently travelled to by pirates who are heading towards the New World even though it is ruled by one who is a main seat of power in the World Government. The Island is currently under the protection of Whitebeard and the Whitebeard pirates…
He stared at the page intensely. Now, he was certain he wasn't imagining the whole thing. There was no way his brain could've made up those words perfectly. That only left the possibility that he was… No, it didn't really leave anything. So he's actually physically here? What? He looked around the shop. It really was too perfect to be mere images conjured by his mind. His gaze rested on a brochure on the counter: Welcome to Sabaody! Was that the name of this place? He quickly checked it in the encyclopedia.
…An area near the Red Line that splits the first part of the Grand Line from the New World. Although called an archipelago, it is made up completely of mangrove trees, in which each tree forms an island. It has no magnetic pull, and therefore does not affect a Log Pose. Sabaody is a popular tourist site as well as a rest stop for pirates. It is located in close proximity of the Capital of the World Government, Mariejois…
The word 'pirates' was mentioned twice. They were clearly very 'important' here. This really was a peculiar place he had ended up at. Curious, he flipped open to the page with 'pirates'.
The first thing under the word was the standard definition. The next was 'the Pirate Era'.
…the era that started only twenty years ago. Pirates dominate the seas, inspired by the Pirate King Gold Roger's last words that said he hid the ultimate treasure, One Piece, in…
Wait. What? He read it again. …the ultimate treasure, One Piece…
The Fuck did it just say. One Piece? As in, the manga and anime, One Piece? Kazuto had never been a fan, but even he had heard of the name, even if it was only because he was bored and his classmates had been talking loudly. It had been two years ago, but he was absolutely certain he was remembering correctly, though he sincerely wished he wasn't. It could be a coincidence though, right? It could just be called the same name! But One Piece was about pirates. And this world was involved with pirates… Ugh, damnit.
He snapped the book shut glumly. Sliding it back on the shelf, he took a brochure and exited the shop, disregarding the annoyed look the owner of the store was giving him.
To his frustration, the bloody piece of glossy paper did not have a map, which was the main reason he wanted it in the first place, but did include information on the different areas in Sabaody. From what it said, Groves one to twenty-nine were lawless areas so he just needed to avoid there. He wished he had paid more attention to his class' conversations.
Concentrating on the brochure, it took him a while to notice that his surroundings had become extremely quiet. His head jerked up at a man's cry of pain. He'd heard it too many times before to not know it. His wide eyes settled on the scene before him. Kazuto clenched his fist tightly.
All the townspeople were on their knees, bowing low. From his vantage point, he could just see the extremely fat man in the centre of the crowd. He had a wide, obese face and a strange bun-type hairstyle sitting on his head. A steady stream of snot was running from his nose, which he constantly his picked at through the bubble covering his head. What was more shocking was that he was sitting on another man, and whipping the slave repeatedly.
"Saint Charloss." His henchman said in a sweet voice unbefitting a male. "I do not believe he is worth your anger. This piece of scum has already caused you to be late for the auction. How about you leave him for me to take care of?"
"No!" Charloss whined childishly, stopping to catch his breath. "Huff… huff… I must ride a human! Unless… huff… you get me a fishman!" With this, his resumed whipping and the victim's screams intensified.
"Well then, my lord. Why don't you pick someone from the audience?"
Kazuto heard everyone's breath catch in their throats. Audience? They made it sound as if everyone was there willingly.
"Ah… That's a great idea!" The real piece of scum agreed gleefully. "Let's see…" Kazuto saw his tiny beady eyes regard the townspeople thoughtfully. His hand started to rise, causing the people in that direction to quiver with dread. "Him."
He was pointing to the Red Coat Kazuto'd been eavesdropping on. A few sighed in relief.
"As you command. You–" But the pirate was gone along with the rest of his crew before the words even left his mouth. The henchman quickly reached for his Den den mushi and dialled Sabaody's Marine Base. "Yes. Pirates on the loose on GR 44. Requesting Assistance. Yes, a Noble is here. Thank you." He hung up. "My lord, would you like to choose –"
"Noooooo! I want this one! I want it. I want it. I want it!" The Noble's tantrum became worse with every passing second. Eventually, deciding that whining was not enough, he produced his golden pistol and started shooting at the escaping 'criminals'. Once they were out of sight, he started randomly shooting at the shops in the way, injuring anyone unfortunate enough to fall victim to his terrible marksmenship.
Stop…
He turned back to the fallen man under him and pointed the pistol to the slave's head.
Stop…
"If it weren't for you…" His finger tightened on the trigger.
"STOP!" Kazuto burst out, closing in the distance between them and snatching the gun from the corrupted man's grip.
"How – How dare you!" The Noble managed to utter, trying to get his weapon back, but Kazuto was stronger and didn't budge an inch. "You!" He made some sort of gesture with his hands, overbalancing and almost falling over.
Without any warning, a bullet hit the boy's left shoulder, causing him to drop the pistol and loosen his grip on Charloss' arm. The Noble took the opportunity to move away, this time toppling backwards and rolling down from his 'seat's' back. Kazuto gripped the wound tightly, grimacing in pain. Head immediately whipping around, he cursed himself for not being more careful. He briefly glimpsed the sniper before the man ducked back from the balcony of 'Mony's Motels'. It was a Marine. He was interrupted from his musings of how the troops really shouldn't wear white and blue hats when surprise attacking since it would only give them away, by his instinct telling him to run. Sure enough, a second bullet tore through the air where he had been only a second before, hitting, instead, the injured slave, killing the man instantly. He didn't have time to look, though, as another grazed his arm. With one last glare at the Noble and his henchman, he spun around and ran for his life.
And that, as you can probably imagine, was what led to the tragic confrontation of this boy with the seven intimidating Marines.
Suguha lay on her bed, Amusphere over her head, and quietly said "Link Start." She was exhausted, and desperately needed to fly. All she wanted to do was forget everything that happened that day and concentrate on playing games. She would, too. Her mind would be void of such thoughts by the time she awoke again.
But, right at that moment, as she lost control over her senses, she couldn't help but wonder if this 'Kirigaya Kazuto' actually existed. Her friends' acting had been a bit too convincing for everything to have been completely fake. That wasn't important though. It didn't really matter to her either way. All that mattered was her mum, kendo and having wings back on her back.
AN: There it is, hope you liked it :)
BTW Feel free to point out any grammatical errors that I may have left out. I couldn't be bothered checking.
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