A/N:
"TheTrueOverlordBear - Them characters feel in character, Gilbert sounds like a hilarious name, and I wonder what is up with this weird game world?"
Wrath (sis): I don't know, what do you think what's up? xD
AwesomeMango: You shall find out soon, young one.
"animefreak1980 - ohso excited ill go start to look at it on quotev if only i could remeber my stupid password lolz"
Wrath: I know that feel.
AwesomeMango: We recommend that you don't read the one on Quotev for it has been deleted. Hope you remember your password, though.
Shintaro only stared at Lightning Dancer Ene. He didn't know how to respond to her and her prediction. There were so many things to digest at once, with how he supposedly knew her in the real world and how she had somehow managed to figure out his wish.
"How do you. . ." Shintaro's voice trailed off. Great. He's such a loser. He can't even finish off a simple sentence. But then again, how can he when there was a big lump in his throat? He watched quietly as Lightning Dancer Ene bowed.
"I'm sorry for threatening you, Master. Please call me Ene." she said. "With that, I hope we get along together, Master."
"Mast- what the hell are you saying?!"
Suddenly, where Ene had stood was nothing but air.
In a flash, she appeared right in front of him. She had popped up so suddenly that Shintaro had no time to react. She leaned slowly to his ear and whispered, "Master, I'm afraid to say this, but I'll be winning this game."
"Oi, Shintaro, hurry move!" Gilbert shouted. Shintaro didn't need to be told twice—the strange, predator-like aura that Ene emitted scared him to pieces. He turned and ran for dear life.
"Master, just let Ene win, you've already won two times before." She pointed her gun at Shintaro, finger above the trigger. That made the NEET stop in his tracks completely. He couldn't move. She would shoot and he would die, which was pretty bad. "Put your gun down."
Shintaro clenched his jaw. He couldn't put his gun down. It was his only protection. "We could talk this over—"
"Put it down."
The warning in her voice made him drop the gun. It fell on the ground with a thump.
"Any last words, Master?"
Shintaro stood still for a while. He knew what to do. He looked at Gilbert as the blonde was in a total calm state.
I know your plan, Shin. I'll buy you time.
Shintaro jumped, surprised. He looked around feverishly. Who said that? His ears—they didn't pick up the voice, no. It sounded as if it was in his mind, his head.
He looked at Gilbert. There was no doubting it.
How are you speaking in my head, Gilbert?
No time to explain, Gilbert said, Just hurry up.
"The one who should have last words is you," the fairy said aloud. Ene gasped.
Shintaro quickly snuck away while her attention was away.
"What makes you say that? As if I'd lose to him!" she said.
The NEET was hiding behind a bunch of crates. They were at the side, withering in the heat of the day. He nearly pricked one of his fingers from the splintering wood. Not really the ideal hiding place.
"I don't see your fairy around. You won't be able to use your ability."
"Yeah, she's off on an errand. Still, I can kill both of you."
Shintaro slowly and carefully came out from the crates, approaching Ene. The crates, strange enough, were at the girl's side. If he ducked low enough, she couldn't possibly see him, right?
"You've lost already." Gilbert said. A grin started to spread on his face.
Ene scoffed. "What? No way!"
Shintaro took the other gun from behind Lightning Dancer. It trembled in his hands and the muzzle refused to stay in one spot. But it was aimed at her head and that should be good enough.
"Yeah, always look where you're not guarding," said the NEET.
"He knew where you kept your other gun." Gilbert said, a little smugly. "His ability is Predict."
. . .
"Shin, she's awake." Gilbert said. Ene laid on Shintaro's bed. They had put her there after knocking her out. It wasn't really the gentleman thing to do, but she kept kicking and flailing every time they tried to touch her.
"Good mornin', Ene." Shintaro greeted. "Mind telling me how do you know me in the real world?"
"No way in hell I'd tell you! If you keep asking I'll ki. . ." Ene trailed off as she felt for her guns. They weren't there. She looked around and saw her guns were on the table.
Gilbert stuck his tongue out. "He used his ability again."
"Now, mind telling me now?" Shintaro pressed on. He was determined to find out. But. . .
Why was his heart pounding so hard?
Ene stared at him for a moment. She looked at her guns. She was probably contemplating if she should run across the room to get them, but then she was surrounded by two enemies. She shouldn't take her chances. Not now. She sighed heavily. "You know that school you went to during high school?"
Shintaro's hand shook. Yes. That school. He remembers that school.
"You and Ayano went to that school together, right?"
Shintaro gulped and nodded. Ayano. Did she know Ayano?
"I was your senior." Ene paused for a moment. "Ayano would force you to hang out with two seniors, right?"
Shintaro held his breath.
"I was one of them. The girl you beat during the school festival."
At last, Shintaro could finally breathe. He faintly recalls beating this smug girl in a game, but the memory was like smoke—he couldn't grasp it, no matter how hard he tried.
The NEET asked, "What's your wish?" Might as well change the subject.
"My wish? Master, it's pretty simple. Similar to yours, but different person. . ." Ene said. "I want to revive the person I love and say some things."
"Apparently, she's killed one person." Gilbert blurted out.
She. . . killed someone already?
"Girl on Fire," Ene whispered. "I really didn't want to, but if it's to win, I'll do anything."
"I won't back down from my wish either. " Shitntaro said. Ene merely smiled and nodded at this.
"Oi, Ene what time is it?" Gilbert aksed.
Lightning Dancer frowned. She looked at the watch on her arm—something Shintaro didn't noticed. It seemed that it was made of gold, worn out but shiny nonetheless. The numbers inside were Roman numerals, arranged in a circle. "9 o'clock. Why?"
"How 'bout this, you show him around while I go attend something real quick."
Ene seemed to think about this. "Sure," she said.
"It's good to trust a flat-chested, unattractive, tomboyish, small-hipped girl." Gilbert said this in a sing-song voice.
Reloading of a gun was heard. She had swiped Shintaro's gun out of his hands.
"Did I say flat-chested already?"
"YOU—!"
"WAH, SHINNY, HELP ME!"
Shintaro raised his eyebrows. "Hm, I think I need to get my ears checked. I'm starting to hear things again." He then whistled innocently, as if he his fairy didn't have a gun against his head.
Karma is a sweet thing.
Gilbert screamed, "BURN MY MAGAZINES!"
Gunshots were fired here and there and ignored by the only witness.
. . .
"NEET, use this to heal him." Ene passed a glove.
"What is this?" Shintaro asked as he put the glove on. It was a fingerless glove, the one you might see in an anime. It had a great leathery texture and was a perfect fit.
"It's a healing glove. Hold it in front of the wound or whatever it is, and it'll heal it in no time. It comes with a little price though. Wait, more like big pain if you're in battle." She shook her head, recalling a terrible memory. "The price is simple. You get a time penalty each time you use it. If the wound isn't that fatal, it's five minutes per wound. If the wound is fatal, double the five into ten per wound. The penalty applies to your ability, if you're wondering. Imagine that. Five minutes without your ability. Sucks, doesn't it?"
Should I really heal someone like this, Shintaro thought. Like Ene had said, it seemed like a pain. If he healed Gilbert right now, what would happen if he needed his ability two minutes later? He'd be toast.
"Um, where's your fairy?" he asked.
"She's on her way here." Ene replied. "Anyway, heal him so that we can go. If he dies, you're screwed."
"Right." Shintaro quickly healed his companion's wounds. It was amazing how good Ene was with that gun, despite the fact that it wasn't hers. She had shot Gilbert at the arms and legs, precisely right across each other, and on the stomach. Better not tick her off, he thought.
"Master, you don't remember your friends since Ayano died?"
Shintaro raised his eyebrows at her question, but then replied nonetheless: "I just forgot their names, but the moments we shared are always here in my brain."
Ene burst into laughter.
"Master, who knew you were such a poet!" she exclaimed. Shintaro glared daggers at the girl.
"Since you know who I am, why don't you say your real name?"
"Hm, fine. But Master better keep it a secret." Ene shot him that weird, childish smile that just didn't fit on her usually grumpy face. "It's—wah, Master look out!"
Shintaro instantly ducked and he saw a shadow of something big fly over him—something like a boulder. He sharply looked back, to the culprit. It a teenage girl in her early teens, dressed in teal v-neck shirt, pink long sleeves, and a long, black skirt. Her yellow eyes were sharp and glared him, wind whipping through her long blue-and-black hair.
"Lily, why'd you do that?" Ene seemed rather angry.
The yellow-eyed teen raised her eyebrows. "Isn't he your enemy?"
Ene's face turned red. "No he isn't! Can't you tell?"
Shintaro was lost. He stared at the new girl. Above her head was the name Lily. But despite that, he still asked, "Who is this?"
Ene sighed and said it in a voice that thought it should be obvious:
"That's Lily. My fairy."