I woke up the next morning on the floor, the headset a couple of feet away torn from the plug. I sat up slowly, groaning as the full affects of a major migraine slowly kicked in.
It was about noon but luckily it was a Saturday. I slowly got up and looked at myself in the mirror. There was dry blood here and there as well a small gash on my cheek. I slowly undressed and got in the shower, making sure to wash out each cut carefully. I stepped out and dressed again in clean clothes before returning to my room.
I sat there staring at my computer remembering the feel of being a totally different person and actually not thinking about what had happened. I barely recognized the fact that she was going back into the game, all I new was that I was getting away from what had happened last night, from what had been happening for the years that had passed sense she had died.
Once again I found myself at the Delta server. The only difference was that this time no one approached me. I walked around until I found a secluded corner with a box. I jumped onto the box and sat down. From here I had a perfect view of the crowd going around and doing whatever business they had here.
I sat there for what could have been hours content with just watching the PC's when suddenly I got a plash message from Tech. He wanted me to meet him at some field were he said almost no one went to talk. I frowned ever so slightly before jumping off the box and going to the place he had requested.
When I got there I turned around and found myself nose to nose with I backed upon and looked at him, waiting.
"What happened?" he asked in a tone that berated his happy tone of the other night. This tone was serious.
I stared at him examining his face carefully and weighing my possible responses. Staying quite wasn't going to work, I knew that much. Answering truthfully on the other hand was definitely out of the question. Lying seemed like the only way, or at least understating the truth.
Finally I looked back into his eyes and replied, "I got hurt."
"I think I just heard the understatement of the year," he mumbled to himself before continuing to talk to me, "Now that we have that straight, how?"
I took a deep breath and prepared my self. "I stubbed my toe."
He laughed dryly before looking at me once again and shaking his head. He raised his arms to the sky in a questioning manner and I shrunk away, holding my hands in front of my face in a reflex that I had long ago learned.
He looked at me, surprised, arms still raised and then slowly lowered them. "How old are you?"
I answered automatically, "14"
He shook his head and then looked at me once more before plastering a huge smile on his face. "Well it's nice to finally meet someone my age in here, now then tell me again what your name is, I believe that I have somehow forgotten."
I looked at him, dumbfounded, but answered all the same, "Tsukasa."
"All right then Tsukasa, how about we go raid another dungeon with the guys, or if you prefer we can sit here and contemplate the meaning of life as we stare at the fake scenery."
"I think I'd like the second better."
"You know you sure are one strange guy," he said as he sat down, leaning against a wall type thing.
I smiled ironically. "You don't know the half of it," and with that I sat down next to him lost in my own thoughts, some of witch contained mulling over the appearance of a young man sitting somewhere behind a computer screen.
It was about noon but luckily it was a Saturday. I slowly got up and looked at myself in the mirror. There was dry blood here and there as well a small gash on my cheek. I slowly undressed and got in the shower, making sure to wash out each cut carefully. I stepped out and dressed again in clean clothes before returning to my room.
I sat there staring at my computer remembering the feel of being a totally different person and actually not thinking about what had happened. I barely recognized the fact that she was going back into the game, all I new was that I was getting away from what had happened last night, from what had been happening for the years that had passed sense she had died.
Once again I found myself at the Delta server. The only difference was that this time no one approached me. I walked around until I found a secluded corner with a box. I jumped onto the box and sat down. From here I had a perfect view of the crowd going around and doing whatever business they had here.
I sat there for what could have been hours content with just watching the PC's when suddenly I got a plash message from Tech. He wanted me to meet him at some field were he said almost no one went to talk. I frowned ever so slightly before jumping off the box and going to the place he had requested.
When I got there I turned around and found myself nose to nose with I backed upon and looked at him, waiting.
"What happened?" he asked in a tone that berated his happy tone of the other night. This tone was serious.
I stared at him examining his face carefully and weighing my possible responses. Staying quite wasn't going to work, I knew that much. Answering truthfully on the other hand was definitely out of the question. Lying seemed like the only way, or at least understating the truth.
Finally I looked back into his eyes and replied, "I got hurt."
"I think I just heard the understatement of the year," he mumbled to himself before continuing to talk to me, "Now that we have that straight, how?"
I took a deep breath and prepared my self. "I stubbed my toe."
He laughed dryly before looking at me once again and shaking his head. He raised his arms to the sky in a questioning manner and I shrunk away, holding my hands in front of my face in a reflex that I had long ago learned.
He looked at me, surprised, arms still raised and then slowly lowered them. "How old are you?"
I answered automatically, "14"
He shook his head and then looked at me once more before plastering a huge smile on his face. "Well it's nice to finally meet someone my age in here, now then tell me again what your name is, I believe that I have somehow forgotten."
I looked at him, dumbfounded, but answered all the same, "Tsukasa."
"All right then Tsukasa, how about we go raid another dungeon with the guys, or if you prefer we can sit here and contemplate the meaning of life as we stare at the fake scenery."
"I think I'd like the second better."
"You know you sure are one strange guy," he said as he sat down, leaning against a wall type thing.
I smiled ironically. "You don't know the half of it," and with that I sat down next to him lost in my own thoughts, some of witch contained mulling over the appearance of a young man sitting somewhere behind a computer screen.