Back again, three in a row, let's go!

Chapter 2: Bullet of Bullets?

The two enter into the lobby where the sign ups were and got in front of the terminals.

"Here we are. If you need help, just ask." Sinon said as she walked over to the one next to his.

Dumas nodded in response as he pressed "entry". Though, he was surprised when it asked for info. His REAL info.

"That's creepy, not gonna lie. My profile will do and I can leave it blank." He mumbled to himself.

He then pressed yes as the sign up was complete right before Sinon. "Oh, looks like you're in. What block did ya get?"

Looking back at the terminal, he sees his position. "Block F-37. What about you?"

"Same. Mine's 12, though. Good thing is that we don't meet again until the finals."

"Why's that?"

"Win or lose, you still enter the battle royale in the main tournament. Which means we both have a shot. However, if we meet..." Her eyes then narrowed in determination. "I'll won't hold back."

Dumas simply smirked in response, "I'll keep that in mind."

"The entrance's through there, in the basement." She said, turning around to point it out.

After entering the hall, the two see other participants in there, either sitting there or showing off their guns. Some stared, but Dumas simply shrugged them off as he followed Sinon.

"First, you need to change into your combat gear. There's a waiting room we can use." She said as she went on ahead.

Dumas quickly followed as the two reached the room, where she stopped in front of the door.

"Something wrong?" He asked.

"Mind staying out here?" She answered with another question, "This is only one room and..."

"Don't worry, I'll stay." Dumas reassured, getting the point.

She nodded in response before entering, the door closing behind her. He actually didn't have to wait too long as she came back out. One look... and his lungs were empty. Her battle attire was rather... revealing, to say the least. His face was red as a cherry as he stared. Though, Sinon noticed and was stood there for a moment before speaking, "Your brain done processing?"

Dumas was then freaking out, "S-S-So sorry! I-I-I didn't mean to stare! I didn't mean to make you- I-" He was cut off when Sinon placed her hand on his shoulder.

"I'm used to it, no need to lose it." She simply said, "Your turn."

"Y-Yeah!" Dumas then quickly entered the room, the door closing behind him.

While in the waiting room, Dumas was sitting on one of the chairs as he talked to himself.

"Yeah, smooth. Just get a panic attack when she showed up in that outfit, I totally didn't expect the first girl I met to dress like that. Seriously, why? Mobility? OK, but it still-" He then stood up and walked around, "And I have this feeling that I've seen her before. That hairstyle looks familiar. And also, no clues in here about the supposed murderer that kills people by shooting the fourth wall. There's more than one, ya fools! It's so easy to assume that! Why- why did I just now come up with that?"

He then pressed the button to take off his clothes, leaving him in black underwear. But, he continued to rant.

"What is up with people making games so deadly? It's just a hobby, yet this guy is basically being an asshole to everyone trying to enjoy it. Come on, it's called the virtual world for a reason, to get away from reality. Stop bringing shit from there to here! Sheesh, I'm so stressed out, I'm rambling like crazy."

He then started to take a few deep breaths before putting on his combat gear. He was now wearing a black long sleeved shirt under a black tactical vest, which is also under an unzipped brown bomber leather jacket, black fingerless combat gloves, dark camo cargo pants, and brown military combat boots. He placed his goggles around his neck before leaving. He then exits the room and finds her right behind it, stopping before running into her.

"You took your time." She said with her arms crossed.

"Sorry, I was just stressed out a bit." He admits.

"Anyways, come on. I found some seats for us. Oh, and best to wait until the match starts to bring out your weapons."

"I'll keep that in mind."

After sitting down at their seats where the screens for the matches are, the two were silent for a bit before Dumas spoke up. "Anything I need to know before the match?"

"Just the bare minimum. You see that counter? When it hits zero, all participants will be transferred to a battlefield along with their opponents. The field is a one kilometer square region. The terrain, weather, and time are randomized each time. The participants are placed at the minimum of five hundred meters apart. Once the match ends, the winner gets transferred here while the loser goes back to the first floor hall. However, there's a special penalty for the loser, that is if you disarm their equipped weapons during the fight, you become the new owner. There are sixty four people in Block F, so five wins takes you to the finals and participate in the battle royale. Got it?"

"Yeah, thanks for the help."

"No problem."

The two sat in silence, or would have as Sinon speaks up. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." He answered, turning away from the timer.

"What do you mean... when you said you've seen me before?"

Dumas froze, knowing he screwed up when he was yelling earlier. He hesitated before eventually answering, "I meant your hair. The way it looks is familiar. Then again, a lot of girls are styling their hairs these days.

"No kidding." Sinon agreed before she heard a familiar voice, "Oh, there you are, Sinon. I was worried you wouldn't make it."

"Oh sorry, Spiegel. I was busy with someone." She defended, "Wait, I thought you weren't entering."

"I thought it might be a pain, so I came to cheer you on instead since you can watch the matches here. Oh, you said you were busy, right? With what?"

"I was giving this guy the tour." She answered, gesturing towards Dumas.

"She's not wrong. Pleasure to meet ya, name's Dumas." He said, holding out his hand.

"Oh, nice to meet you. Wait, you say Dumass?" Spiegel repeated.

"No, Dumas." Dumas corrected, still having his hand out.

"Oh OK. Spiegel." He said, finally shaking the hand. "Are you a friend of Sinon's?"

"Yeah, we're good friends. She helped me get the hang of the game." Dumas answered, sitting back on the seat.

"You'll be surprised how fast he did." Sinon agreed before a bright light shined in the room.

"We apologize for the wait. The Bullet of Bullets 3 Qualifying Tournament will now begin. After the countdown, all players who have entered will be transported to the first round field map. Good luck to you all."

The other players in the rather large room cheered as Sinon and Dumas simply sat up.

"Like I said, you're on your own."

"Yeah. I'll see you at the finish line."

After he said that, he has an uneasy feeling when he sees Spiegel sends a small glare before the two were transported.

Dumas is now standing in a black void like a spotlight on a stage as he sees his name and his opponent's name.

"Uemaru." He mutters to himself as he pulls out his menu to bring out his weapon, his saber on his belt. He then watched the timer go down...

"This game is getting interesting."

3... 2... 1... Start!

Done! Here we go, the action! Next time, the tournament! Oh, I forgot to mention that I'll be making some new rules for the tournament as I go, mainly to make things more interesting.