Chapter 3: Output
A boy walks alone in a school hallway. To his left, children shout out, "Loser!," "Wimp!," "Good for nothing!" Teachers that walked by ignored the teasing and let it happen. People around him shoved and punched the boy as he continued down the hall. Children tripped him, stuck signs on his back, and threw stuff at him. He gazed at the floor. He mumbled to himself.
Boy: Stay calm. Stay calm.
Then a person kicked him in the rear. He fell to the ground grabbing his back. He looks up at the boy. He was pointing and laughing at him. The boy's eyes grew red.
Boy: I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE!!
The boy explodes in anger. Flames grew behind the boy. He madly rushed at the boy and viciously attacked him.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The boy turns over on his bed and reaches for the alarm clock. He hits the top of the clock and turns it off. He gets up and stares down at his lap. He wipes his eyes and sighs.
Boy: Today is my first day of school.
He jumps out of his bed and walks to the bathroom to change. His mother calls out from downstairs as he wipes his face over the sink.
Mom: HURRY UP!! YOU DON'T WANT TO BE LATE FOR YOUR FIRST DAY!!!
She runs up the stairs and knocks on his room's door.
Mom: Can I come in?!
The boy puts down the towel by the sink and responds.
Boy: Yeah!
She opens the door holding the boy's uniform.
Mom: Come on. We have to get you dressed! Don't want your first day to be an ugly one.
She lays out the black and gold uniform on the boy's bed. She picks up the shirt first and calls the boy over. The boy walks out of the restroom and sits down by his mom. She puts the shirt on the boy.
Mom: Now. You got to look nice since this is your first time going to a private school.
Boy: Yes mom.
Mom: Did you brush your teeth?
Boy: Yes mom.
She hands the boy his pants. He grabs it and puts it on.
Mom: Now don't forget to straighten the pants so there isn't any wrinkles.
Boy: Yes mom....
Mom: Okay, now stand up.
Boy: Yes mom..
The boy slowly moves himself off the bed to stand.
Mom: Stop yes momming me.
Boy: Yes mom...
Mom: -_-. Just stand up.
The boy springs up. The mom stares at the boy's clothing, searching for wrinkles. She looks up at the boy's hair and gasps.
Mom: Okay. Now to comb your hair.
She walks over to the bathroom and grabs a comb and walks back to the boy.
Mom: Okay. Now to.
Boy: Mom! (In a annoyed tone) . I can comb my self. I'm not a child. . I mean infant.
Mom: well you'll always be my baby.
She starts combing the boy's hair.
Boy: (Sigh)
The boy walks downstairs after everything was prepared. His mom yells at the boy from upstairs.
Mom: Your breakfast is on the table! I'll be right down once I get dressed!
The boy walks to the kitchen table without answering and starts on his breakfast. His mom came down moments later dressed up in a suit. She walked into the kitchen and saw the boy eating his breakfast. She walks around him and sits down on the other end of the table. She stares at her son's face. She recognized the mask of depression and gloom that her son was wearing.
Mom: What's wrong?
The boy doesn't respond.
Mom: You're not thinking about. what happened at the last school we sent you too. are you?
The boy sat down his chopsticks and stands up.
Mom: . I'm sure you'll make some friends at this school.
The boy walks over and picks up his shoes and puts them on.
Mom: (Sigh)
She gets up and grabs the boy's school bag and hands it to him.
Mom: We are sending you to a private school because of this reason. The students are much more mature and respectful. You should enjoy your first day of school.
The boy looks up at his mom. Mom: All right?
The boy smiles briefly and responds.
Boy: I'll try.
The mom slips on her shoes and walks out of the house. The boy followed behind her. She clicks her car keys and the doors to her BMW opened up. The boy climbs into the back as she sits down in the driver's spot. She clicks her keys again and the doors close automatically. She starts the engine and the car drives out of the lot and onto the main road. The boy stares at the cars zooming back and forth as they enter the freeway. He continues to recap his dream.
Boy: (In a low voice) That's not me. I would never do something like that.
Mom: Do something like what?
The boy quickly shuts his mouth and responds.
Boy: Oh nothing mother!
Mom: Hmmm.
The car exits the freeway and drives close to the Shinjuku district. Traffic ahead begun to build. And a complete halt came afterwards on the main cross section of the district.
Mom: (Sighs) Shoot. It's always busy around this time.
The driver of the car in front stood his head out and yelled.
Man: Hey! Come on!! Move it!! I'm going to be late for work!
Mom: Heh. So will we all. . Oh! I almost forgot to tell you.
Boy: Hmmm?
Mom: I got a call from your father last night.
Boy: Yeah!
Mom: He's not going to be home for another week.
Boy: Oh..
Mom: I know how you must feel, but his job requires him to travel as such.
Boy: I know.
The crosswalk cleared out and the traffic light turns green.
Mom: All right. Traffics moving again.
The car starts moving once again.
The boy stares out of the window, thinking about his dad.
Boy: .. (Sigh)
The car shortly arrived at the private school. The boy looked out of his window at the 2 story high elementary school. The car drives up to the front gate. His mother roles down her side window and clicks on a speaker button on the side of the wall.
Speaker: Hello! Who is this?
Mom: Um. my sons enrolled here. Just delivering him in.
Speaker: All right. What's his name?
The mom gives the person her son's name.
Speaker: . . . All right. The gates will open shortly.
The front gates slowly opened and the car drives into the schools front parking lot. The car parks in one of the vacant lots. The doors to the car opens and the boy and the mother steps out.
Mom: Okay. Let's go in.
The 2 walks into the school and through the hall to the boys classroom. Around this time class has all ready begun?
(In the class)
Teacher: All right students. Take out your journal for a entry.
He walks over to the board.
Teacher: today's topic will be.
Knock. knock.
Teacher: Hmmm? There's someone at the door. . Hold on.
The students talked with each other, discussing about the person who interrupted the class.
The teacher walks over to the door and slightly opens it.
Mom: Hi. I'm very sorry to bother you right now.
Teacher: Um. who are you?
Mom: I'm here for the student that was to enroll in your class today.
Teacher: . Oh! Okay.
The teacher turns to his class.
Teacher: OKAY CLASS! THE TOPIC IS, WHAT YOU DREAMT OF LAST NIGHT! I'LL BE RIGHT BACK!!
The teacher exits the class. The mother bows to the teacher.
Mom: I'm terribly sorry again for bothering you during class.
Teacher: It's okay. So the student is here now? Mom: Yeah. My sons right behind me.
Teacher: Oh, it's your son.
The boy steps out from behind and reveals himself to the teacher.
The teacher looked down at the short and scrawny boy.
Teacher: So you're the newcomer. Welcome.
The mother looks at her watch and looks up with a startled face.
Mom: I'm going to be late for the office.
Teacher: Oh don't worry. I'll take care of the rest from this point.
The mother turns to her son.
Mom: Now behave and try to get along with the others.
Boy: Yes mom.
The mother bows once again and runs off.
Teacher: All right. So come on in.
The teacher leads the boy into the classroom. All the students looked up at the teacher and the boy. Whispers erupted around the room.
Student 1: Who's that?
Student 2: Is he new?
Student 3: Wow. more company.
Student: Hmmmm.
One of the students looked at the boy's face as he entered. He had an unsure and sad face expression on.
The boy stops and faces the class. The teacher explains to the class that he was a new student and will be joining them.
Teacher: Well. say hi to the class and tell a little bit about yourself.
Boy: Well. (Stuttering) well. um. Hi.
The students below stares at him as he trembled. Some began to laugh out.
Boy: I'm.10. and. I like playing games.
The teacher walks over and pats the boy on the back.
Teacher: All right. That would be all. Go find a seat.
Boy: Yes. sir.
He walks through the rolls of desks searching for an empty seat. As he walked by students they indirectly teased him.
Student 8: Hey. You hear wha.. wha. wha. what's. on tonight?
Student 9: N.o . No. What's. on.?
Student 8: It's the shake and tremble show. episode 1.
The boy's eyes twitched a little as he walked by. A student in the back roll noticed some of the teasing.
Student: .. Oh. no. shouldn't let this go on too long.
He raised his hand and called out.
Student: HEY! You can sit by me!
The boy looked up.
Boy: I. can?
Student: Yeah! Got an extra seat to my right.
Boy: Um. thank you.
The boy walks to the back and sits down to the right of the student.
The teacher claps together his hands to get the class's attention.
Teacher: All right! So continue writing in your journals. To repeat the topic of the journal, if any of you didn't pay any attention to my first explanation was, what did you dream of last night.
The students all began writing at once. The boy stood there thinking of his dream.
Boy: I couldn't. I couldn't write that.
He then started to write a false dream.
Class was long, especially for the boy. The teacher gave out endless hails of notes and lectures. The boy never encountered so much work in his previous school. The student next to the boy noticed that the boy was having trouble doing the work. He volunteered to help out the boy to get use to the class's work and routine.
Boy: God. I never experienced such math problems before.
A student in front of him made a smart remark.
Student 2: Maybe you're a stuttering moron.
The boy sat silent.
The student next to him pushed the other student on the back.
Student: Cut it out. Leave him alone.
The boy looks up to the student. The student leans towards the boy.
Student: I'll help you out. So what are you stuck on?
The boy smiles and shows him his problem.
Lunchtime came around right after. The boy and the student sat in their class to eat their lunch as they talked to each other.
Student: Wow! You play Digimon?
Boy: . Um. yes.
Student: So do I. I brought my deck today.
Boy: Really?
Student: Yeah. I'll take you on in a battle?
Boy: Well. I don't have my cards on me.
Student: Oh. well we can play next time.
Boy: I can bring them tomorrow.
Student: Cool. . Do you play any other stuff?
Boy: Um. I have "The World."
Student: Awesome! I play that game too! Hey! I know.
The student takes out a sheet of paper and a pencil.
Student: How about we meet up.
Boy: Really?
Student: Yeah!
He starts writing on the paper.
Student: I'll be at the weapons shop at around 6 o'clock tonight. Look for a wavemaster wearing a black and red robe.
He hands the paper over to the boy.
Boy: Um. okay.
Student: Who are you?
Boy: A. twin blade.
Student: I see. .
Boy: I. hardly play so my level isn't that high.
The student looks into the boy's face. It was an unsure expression.
Student: Is there something wrong?
Boy: Well. . No.
Student: Come on. You can tell me.
Boy: ..
Student: Is it a secret? .
Boy: Well. . kind of.
Student: You don't trust me.
Boy: .
Student: Oh well! Doesn't really matter. . Well. I've been starting the topics so far. How about you start one?
Boy: . Okay.
The boy thinks to himself if he should explain to the student what he wasn't sure of himself.
The bell rings moments later and class starts again.
The next 3 hours of class was long and tedious. Somewhat like the first half. The class struggled through notes and math situations until the class ended at 4. During this time, the boy thought to himself if he should explain or not to the student.
DING! DING! DING! DING! . DING! DING! DING! DING!
The tune of the school bell rang out. The teacher quickly dismissed the children.
Outside the class the boy meets up with the student.
Boy: Um.
Student: Oh hi!
Boy: I'm very sorry I didn't answer to you earlier.
Student: Sorry for what? . Oh! That. It's not a problem.
Boy: Well. I can try to tell you now.
Student: Really? Okay. So what's up?
Boy: Well. you see. I'm not good with people much.I usually stutter and act all weird like when I'm around others. . I don't know why though.
Student: Because you are afraid of others. There's something much deeper in this is there?
Boy: I'm. .
Student: What happened in your last school.
The student sits down on the ground. The boy rolls down a tear.
Student: .. .... I see. .. You had a rough time over there did you.?
Boy: Yes.
Student: Kids over there picked on you huh.
Boy: .Yes.
Student: Heh. Well I'm no councilor. but it seems that you need to release some of your pressure that you keep in. That's probably why you act the way you do.
Boy: .Re.release?
(He gets a flashback to his dream.)
Boy: But..
Student: Try to find a place where you can't hurt others. Where you are free to do what you wish. then release the pressure.
Boy: Um. are you sure?
Student: Trust me. You will feel a lot better, but hey. Heh heh. I'm only a kid. A person of the same age of yourself. I may be wrong.
Boy: Yeah. heh.
Student: Well!
The boy stands up.
Student: I better head home. My moms probably waiting outside already. . I'll see you tonight!
Boy: All right!
The student walks off. The boy stands in the hall silent for a moment.
Boy: To release. Heh!
The boy walks to the front door and exits.
His mom comes by and picks him up around 5.
In the car.
Mom: So. How was your day?
Boy: Great mom! I made a friend!
Mom: You made a friend! That's really good news!
The boy continues smiling.
Mom: Was I right? Sending you to a private school was a good idea.
Boy: Yeah mom! I'm going to meet up with him later today in "The World."
Mom: All right. Just be sure to finish your homework.
Boy: Yes mom.
At 6 P.M. in "The World." A twin blade slowly walks up to a wavemaster that stood near the Weapons shop.
Twin Blade: Are you.
Wavemaster: Hey! You made it! I gathered some items for you.
The wavemaster hands the twin blade a bag full of items.
Twin Blade: What is this?
Wavemaster: Some stuff to help you level up.
Twin Blade: But. why are you giving this stuff to me?
Wavemaster: I'm not sure my self. I usually use these items to trade with others. I have a trading type business in the game you know.
Twin Blade: I see.
Wavemaster: Well! You want to go on a dungeon adventure to train?
Twin Blade: Sure!
Wavemaster: Okay! Let's go to. .
Twin Blade: Yes?
Wavemaster: Hold on. . . Oh shoot.
Twin Blade: What is it?
Wavemaster: It's my mom. I forgot I had to go to a restaurant tonight. .
Twin Blade: It's okay.
Wavemaster: I'm really sorry. Well I'm heading off then.
The Wavemaster runs off towards the Chaos Gate.
The twin blade waves as he leaves. Then his ordinary face expression came up again. The sad gloomy face expression.
Twin Blade: I'm alone again. . what do I do now?
He then gets a brief flashback of what the student said at school.
(Flashback)
Student: Heh. Well I'm no councilor. but it seems that you need to release some of your pressure that you keep in.
(Flashback ends)
Boy: To release.
(Flashback)
Student: Try to find a place where you can't hurt others. Where you are free to do what you wish. then release the pressure.
(Flashback ends)
Boy: A place that won't hurt others. . others. physically..
A smirk grew around the boy's face.
At a grassland field a blademaster just finish's battling a monster.
Blademaster: Pheww. I finally reached level 4.
A shadow cast's behind the blademaster and a low voice spoke out.
Twin Blade: Did you go to Nagasaki elementary school?
The blademaster turns around.
Blademaster: Yes? Who said that?
He turns around and in front of him was a twin blade.
(Flashback)
Student: Release your pressure.
(Flashback ends)
Twin Blade: Good.
The twin blade stabs the blademaster's head.
Blademaster: AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
The blademaster falls to the ground dead. The twin blade looks down at the corpse as it fades away.
(Flashback)
Student: You will feel a lot better.
(Flashback ends)
The twin blade puts on a psychotic murderous face.
Twin Blade: (In a low voice) Oh yes. I do feel a lot better. HEE HEE!!
A boy walks alone in a school hallway. To his left, children shout out, "Loser!," "Wimp!," "Good for nothing!" Teachers that walked by ignored the teasing and let it happen. People around him shoved and punched the boy as he continued down the hall. Children tripped him, stuck signs on his back, and threw stuff at him. He gazed at the floor. He mumbled to himself.
Boy: Stay calm. Stay calm.
Then a person kicked him in the rear. He fell to the ground grabbing his back. He looks up at the boy. He was pointing and laughing at him. The boy's eyes grew red.
Boy: I CAN'T TAKE IT ANY MORE!!
The boy explodes in anger. Flames grew behind the boy. He madly rushed at the boy and viciously attacked him.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
The boy turns over on his bed and reaches for the alarm clock. He hits the top of the clock and turns it off. He gets up and stares down at his lap. He wipes his eyes and sighs.
Boy: Today is my first day of school.
He jumps out of his bed and walks to the bathroom to change. His mother calls out from downstairs as he wipes his face over the sink.
Mom: HURRY UP!! YOU DON'T WANT TO BE LATE FOR YOUR FIRST DAY!!!
She runs up the stairs and knocks on his room's door.
Mom: Can I come in?!
The boy puts down the towel by the sink and responds.
Boy: Yeah!
She opens the door holding the boy's uniform.
Mom: Come on. We have to get you dressed! Don't want your first day to be an ugly one.
She lays out the black and gold uniform on the boy's bed. She picks up the shirt first and calls the boy over. The boy walks out of the restroom and sits down by his mom. She puts the shirt on the boy.
Mom: Now. You got to look nice since this is your first time going to a private school.
Boy: Yes mom.
Mom: Did you brush your teeth?
Boy: Yes mom.
She hands the boy his pants. He grabs it and puts it on.
Mom: Now don't forget to straighten the pants so there isn't any wrinkles.
Boy: Yes mom....
Mom: Okay, now stand up.
Boy: Yes mom..
The boy slowly moves himself off the bed to stand.
Mom: Stop yes momming me.
Boy: Yes mom...
Mom: -_-. Just stand up.
The boy springs up. The mom stares at the boy's clothing, searching for wrinkles. She looks up at the boy's hair and gasps.
Mom: Okay. Now to comb your hair.
She walks over to the bathroom and grabs a comb and walks back to the boy.
Mom: Okay. Now to.
Boy: Mom! (In a annoyed tone) . I can comb my self. I'm not a child. . I mean infant.
Mom: well you'll always be my baby.
She starts combing the boy's hair.
Boy: (Sigh)
The boy walks downstairs after everything was prepared. His mom yells at the boy from upstairs.
Mom: Your breakfast is on the table! I'll be right down once I get dressed!
The boy walks to the kitchen table without answering and starts on his breakfast. His mom came down moments later dressed up in a suit. She walked into the kitchen and saw the boy eating his breakfast. She walks around him and sits down on the other end of the table. She stares at her son's face. She recognized the mask of depression and gloom that her son was wearing.
Mom: What's wrong?
The boy doesn't respond.
Mom: You're not thinking about. what happened at the last school we sent you too. are you?
The boy sat down his chopsticks and stands up.
Mom: . I'm sure you'll make some friends at this school.
The boy walks over and picks up his shoes and puts them on.
Mom: (Sigh)
She gets up and grabs the boy's school bag and hands it to him.
Mom: We are sending you to a private school because of this reason. The students are much more mature and respectful. You should enjoy your first day of school.
The boy looks up at his mom. Mom: All right?
The boy smiles briefly and responds.
Boy: I'll try.
The mom slips on her shoes and walks out of the house. The boy followed behind her. She clicks her car keys and the doors to her BMW opened up. The boy climbs into the back as she sits down in the driver's spot. She clicks her keys again and the doors close automatically. She starts the engine and the car drives out of the lot and onto the main road. The boy stares at the cars zooming back and forth as they enter the freeway. He continues to recap his dream.
Boy: (In a low voice) That's not me. I would never do something like that.
Mom: Do something like what?
The boy quickly shuts his mouth and responds.
Boy: Oh nothing mother!
Mom: Hmmm.
The car exits the freeway and drives close to the Shinjuku district. Traffic ahead begun to build. And a complete halt came afterwards on the main cross section of the district.
Mom: (Sighs) Shoot. It's always busy around this time.
The driver of the car in front stood his head out and yelled.
Man: Hey! Come on!! Move it!! I'm going to be late for work!
Mom: Heh. So will we all. . Oh! I almost forgot to tell you.
Boy: Hmmm?
Mom: I got a call from your father last night.
Boy: Yeah!
Mom: He's not going to be home for another week.
Boy: Oh..
Mom: I know how you must feel, but his job requires him to travel as such.
Boy: I know.
The crosswalk cleared out and the traffic light turns green.
Mom: All right. Traffics moving again.
The car starts moving once again.
The boy stares out of the window, thinking about his dad.
Boy: .. (Sigh)
The car shortly arrived at the private school. The boy looked out of his window at the 2 story high elementary school. The car drives up to the front gate. His mother roles down her side window and clicks on a speaker button on the side of the wall.
Speaker: Hello! Who is this?
Mom: Um. my sons enrolled here. Just delivering him in.
Speaker: All right. What's his name?
The mom gives the person her son's name.
Speaker: . . . All right. The gates will open shortly.
The front gates slowly opened and the car drives into the schools front parking lot. The car parks in one of the vacant lots. The doors to the car opens and the boy and the mother steps out.
Mom: Okay. Let's go in.
The 2 walks into the school and through the hall to the boys classroom. Around this time class has all ready begun?
(In the class)
Teacher: All right students. Take out your journal for a entry.
He walks over to the board.
Teacher: today's topic will be.
Knock. knock.
Teacher: Hmmm? There's someone at the door. . Hold on.
The students talked with each other, discussing about the person who interrupted the class.
The teacher walks over to the door and slightly opens it.
Mom: Hi. I'm very sorry to bother you right now.
Teacher: Um. who are you?
Mom: I'm here for the student that was to enroll in your class today.
Teacher: . Oh! Okay.
The teacher turns to his class.
Teacher: OKAY CLASS! THE TOPIC IS, WHAT YOU DREAMT OF LAST NIGHT! I'LL BE RIGHT BACK!!
The teacher exits the class. The mother bows to the teacher.
Mom: I'm terribly sorry again for bothering you during class.
Teacher: It's okay. So the student is here now? Mom: Yeah. My sons right behind me.
Teacher: Oh, it's your son.
The boy steps out from behind and reveals himself to the teacher.
The teacher looked down at the short and scrawny boy.
Teacher: So you're the newcomer. Welcome.
The mother looks at her watch and looks up with a startled face.
Mom: I'm going to be late for the office.
Teacher: Oh don't worry. I'll take care of the rest from this point.
The mother turns to her son.
Mom: Now behave and try to get along with the others.
Boy: Yes mom.
The mother bows once again and runs off.
Teacher: All right. So come on in.
The teacher leads the boy into the classroom. All the students looked up at the teacher and the boy. Whispers erupted around the room.
Student 1: Who's that?
Student 2: Is he new?
Student 3: Wow. more company.
Student: Hmmmm.
One of the students looked at the boy's face as he entered. He had an unsure and sad face expression on.
The boy stops and faces the class. The teacher explains to the class that he was a new student and will be joining them.
Teacher: Well. say hi to the class and tell a little bit about yourself.
Boy: Well. (Stuttering) well. um. Hi.
The students below stares at him as he trembled. Some began to laugh out.
Boy: I'm.10. and. I like playing games.
The teacher walks over and pats the boy on the back.
Teacher: All right. That would be all. Go find a seat.
Boy: Yes. sir.
He walks through the rolls of desks searching for an empty seat. As he walked by students they indirectly teased him.
Student 8: Hey. You hear wha.. wha. wha. what's. on tonight?
Student 9: N.o . No. What's. on.?
Student 8: It's the shake and tremble show. episode 1.
The boy's eyes twitched a little as he walked by. A student in the back roll noticed some of the teasing.
Student: .. Oh. no. shouldn't let this go on too long.
He raised his hand and called out.
Student: HEY! You can sit by me!
The boy looked up.
Boy: I. can?
Student: Yeah! Got an extra seat to my right.
Boy: Um. thank you.
The boy walks to the back and sits down to the right of the student.
The teacher claps together his hands to get the class's attention.
Teacher: All right! So continue writing in your journals. To repeat the topic of the journal, if any of you didn't pay any attention to my first explanation was, what did you dream of last night.
The students all began writing at once. The boy stood there thinking of his dream.
Boy: I couldn't. I couldn't write that.
He then started to write a false dream.
Class was long, especially for the boy. The teacher gave out endless hails of notes and lectures. The boy never encountered so much work in his previous school. The student next to the boy noticed that the boy was having trouble doing the work. He volunteered to help out the boy to get use to the class's work and routine.
Boy: God. I never experienced such math problems before.
A student in front of him made a smart remark.
Student 2: Maybe you're a stuttering moron.
The boy sat silent.
The student next to him pushed the other student on the back.
Student: Cut it out. Leave him alone.
The boy looks up to the student. The student leans towards the boy.
Student: I'll help you out. So what are you stuck on?
The boy smiles and shows him his problem.
Lunchtime came around right after. The boy and the student sat in their class to eat their lunch as they talked to each other.
Student: Wow! You play Digimon?
Boy: . Um. yes.
Student: So do I. I brought my deck today.
Boy: Really?
Student: Yeah. I'll take you on in a battle?
Boy: Well. I don't have my cards on me.
Student: Oh. well we can play next time.
Boy: I can bring them tomorrow.
Student: Cool. . Do you play any other stuff?
Boy: Um. I have "The World."
Student: Awesome! I play that game too! Hey! I know.
The student takes out a sheet of paper and a pencil.
Student: How about we meet up.
Boy: Really?
Student: Yeah!
He starts writing on the paper.
Student: I'll be at the weapons shop at around 6 o'clock tonight. Look for a wavemaster wearing a black and red robe.
He hands the paper over to the boy.
Boy: Um. okay.
Student: Who are you?
Boy: A. twin blade.
Student: I see. .
Boy: I. hardly play so my level isn't that high.
The student looks into the boy's face. It was an unsure expression.
Student: Is there something wrong?
Boy: Well. . No.
Student: Come on. You can tell me.
Boy: ..
Student: Is it a secret? .
Boy: Well. . kind of.
Student: You don't trust me.
Boy: .
Student: Oh well! Doesn't really matter. . Well. I've been starting the topics so far. How about you start one?
Boy: . Okay.
The boy thinks to himself if he should explain to the student what he wasn't sure of himself.
The bell rings moments later and class starts again.
The next 3 hours of class was long and tedious. Somewhat like the first half. The class struggled through notes and math situations until the class ended at 4. During this time, the boy thought to himself if he should explain or not to the student.
DING! DING! DING! DING! . DING! DING! DING! DING!
The tune of the school bell rang out. The teacher quickly dismissed the children.
Outside the class the boy meets up with the student.
Boy: Um.
Student: Oh hi!
Boy: I'm very sorry I didn't answer to you earlier.
Student: Sorry for what? . Oh! That. It's not a problem.
Boy: Well. I can try to tell you now.
Student: Really? Okay. So what's up?
Boy: Well. you see. I'm not good with people much.I usually stutter and act all weird like when I'm around others. . I don't know why though.
Student: Because you are afraid of others. There's something much deeper in this is there?
Boy: I'm. .
Student: What happened in your last school.
The student sits down on the ground. The boy rolls down a tear.
Student: .. .... I see. .. You had a rough time over there did you.?
Boy: Yes.
Student: Kids over there picked on you huh.
Boy: .Yes.
Student: Heh. Well I'm no councilor. but it seems that you need to release some of your pressure that you keep in. That's probably why you act the way you do.
Boy: .Re.release?
(He gets a flashback to his dream.)
Boy: But..
Student: Try to find a place where you can't hurt others. Where you are free to do what you wish. then release the pressure.
Boy: Um. are you sure?
Student: Trust me. You will feel a lot better, but hey. Heh heh. I'm only a kid. A person of the same age of yourself. I may be wrong.
Boy: Yeah. heh.
Student: Well!
The boy stands up.
Student: I better head home. My moms probably waiting outside already. . I'll see you tonight!
Boy: All right!
The student walks off. The boy stands in the hall silent for a moment.
Boy: To release. Heh!
The boy walks to the front door and exits.
His mom comes by and picks him up around 5.
In the car.
Mom: So. How was your day?
Boy: Great mom! I made a friend!
Mom: You made a friend! That's really good news!
The boy continues smiling.
Mom: Was I right? Sending you to a private school was a good idea.
Boy: Yeah mom! I'm going to meet up with him later today in "The World."
Mom: All right. Just be sure to finish your homework.
Boy: Yes mom.
At 6 P.M. in "The World." A twin blade slowly walks up to a wavemaster that stood near the Weapons shop.
Twin Blade: Are you.
Wavemaster: Hey! You made it! I gathered some items for you.
The wavemaster hands the twin blade a bag full of items.
Twin Blade: What is this?
Wavemaster: Some stuff to help you level up.
Twin Blade: But. why are you giving this stuff to me?
Wavemaster: I'm not sure my self. I usually use these items to trade with others. I have a trading type business in the game you know.
Twin Blade: I see.
Wavemaster: Well! You want to go on a dungeon adventure to train?
Twin Blade: Sure!
Wavemaster: Okay! Let's go to. .
Twin Blade: Yes?
Wavemaster: Hold on. . . Oh shoot.
Twin Blade: What is it?
Wavemaster: It's my mom. I forgot I had to go to a restaurant tonight. .
Twin Blade: It's okay.
Wavemaster: I'm really sorry. Well I'm heading off then.
The Wavemaster runs off towards the Chaos Gate.
The twin blade waves as he leaves. Then his ordinary face expression came up again. The sad gloomy face expression.
Twin Blade: I'm alone again. . what do I do now?
He then gets a brief flashback of what the student said at school.
(Flashback)
Student: Heh. Well I'm no councilor. but it seems that you need to release some of your pressure that you keep in.
(Flashback ends)
Boy: To release.
(Flashback)
Student: Try to find a place where you can't hurt others. Where you are free to do what you wish. then release the pressure.
(Flashback ends)
Boy: A place that won't hurt others. . others. physically..
A smirk grew around the boy's face.
At a grassland field a blademaster just finish's battling a monster.
Blademaster: Pheww. I finally reached level 4.
A shadow cast's behind the blademaster and a low voice spoke out.
Twin Blade: Did you go to Nagasaki elementary school?
The blademaster turns around.
Blademaster: Yes? Who said that?
He turns around and in front of him was a twin blade.
(Flashback)
Student: Release your pressure.
(Flashback ends)
Twin Blade: Good.
The twin blade stabs the blademaster's head.
Blademaster: AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
The blademaster falls to the ground dead. The twin blade looks down at the corpse as it fades away.
(Flashback)
Student: You will feel a lot better.
(Flashback ends)
The twin blade puts on a psychotic murderous face.
Twin Blade: (In a low voice) Oh yes. I do feel a lot better. HEE HEE!!