The joys of Sake
Summery : In .hack legend of the twilight, we see that Balmung has a mod for Sake. In .hacklegend of the Sake, we see what happens when Tsukasa, being extremely depressed, decides to try this glorious upload. After all, our little wavemaster can feel and smell things in the World, so why can't he taste them, too?
Note: This is what I think is termed a partial AU. I don't know what it stands for, but I think it means that the story doesn't take place within any of the time boundaries or anything like that If someone could tell me what AU stands for, I'd be much obliged. This takes place somewhere during .hack SIGN, but only because Tsukasa needs to be in a coma for this to take place. I was watching Pirates of the Caribbean while I wrote this, so forgive me if anything from the movie trickled in. Anyway, this is rated PG for drunkenness and brief language.
Disclaimer: While I wish I did indeed own all of the .hack conglomeration, I must say that I don't. This plot and idea are mine, though… Mwahaha…
Chapter One: Depression
Saying that Tsukasa was merely depressed would have gotten you an award for Understatement of the Month. In truth, the wavemaster was VERY depressed. His whole mindset towards anything outside the tortuous boundaries of his lonely thoughts was apathetic at best. His thoughts towards his own mind were gloomy even for a certain stuffed donkey known the world over for often loosing his tail. At least once an hour, Tsukasa would think of suicide, wondering if it would work in such a place where you respawn every time you die. Would he have to keep killing himself, or, if he willed it strong enough, would he actually die?
Currently, Tsukasa was lying upon the grass in a random sunny field full of rolling hills and large happy windmills and a few mills. The wavemaster hated it. How he wished it would rain and storm. Then his uncalled for moodiness might be justified. Now, it seemed ludicrous for one lying upon the soft turf, breathing in the sweet, cool air and feeling the gentle breeze, coupled with pleasant sunlit warmth, to feel depressed. That was just why Tsukasa hated it, though. It was making him feel almost happy, something the poor wavemaster had no inclination to feel, considering the events taking place around him. However, Tsukasa was using the excuse of apathy at this moment to avoid having to get up.
"Tsukasa!"
The wavemaster started, his gray eyes snapping open in surprised. He hadn't realized that, in his personal sphere of misery, he had drifted off to sleep. Tsukasa looked up into the burgundy eyes of Mimiru as she bent over him.
"Are you awake yet?" she demanded. "If so, get up! You promised you'd go with Bear and I on a quest!"
"Go away!" snapped Tsukasa, closing his eyes again.
"No! You spend too much time alone, wandering aimlessly about the place!" replied Mimiru. "You need to get out and do something with your friends. We're worried about you and doing this would really mean a lot."
Those comments only served to make Tsukasa feel like a wretched mean person when he said, "No. Leave me alone."
The depressed tone of his voice made it entirely too obvious to the heavy blade girl who was one of Tsukasa's self proclaimed friends. He called the annoying busybodies, but admitted only to himself that he would miss them if they were gone. Well, he would miss most of them, anyway. Tsukasa would never feel a moment's sadness if Sora vanished. Mimiru sighed in exasperation as even a kick failed to do anything to rouse Tsukasa, save to illicit a low moan and to cause the wavemaster to roll away, curling himself into a ball.
"Arg!" cried the heavy blade. "If you don't get up now, then I think I'll follow Sora's footsteps and PK you!"
Tsukasa murmured, "Do what you want. I don't care so long as you leave me alone."
"Fine then! Just lay there and rot for all I care!" screamed Mimiru. Giving Tsukasa one final kick, she gated out.
Sighing, Tsukasa rubbed his ribs where he received the kick and sat up, gazing at the space Mimiru had occupied. Then, the wavemaster slowly got to his feet, feeling his joints creak in protest at the sudden movement. He'd only been lying there for twelve hours. With another sigh, or possibly it was a moan, Tsukasa pointed into the sky and disappeared amid three golden rings.
Author stuff:
I was in the mood for making a humor/angst story... While this chapter is pretty much all angst, the humor begins in the next chapter or two...
Please R&R