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Rest
Michael sat on the couch and his therapist sighed.
"More dreams?" she asked.
"Yeah," Michael nodded. "Worse since I used the rifle. Worse still since I met him."
The therapist nodded and sighed.
"I'm going to have to suggest you stop playing," she stated. "But I know you won't. So I can't help."
"I know," Michael sighed. "I was just...I don't know. Anyway, this is the last time I'll be in for a while. I'm going to finish things in Gun Gale Online. After the tournament ends...I don't know. I guess we'll see. I don't know if I can keep playing without having a mental break."
"I would expect not," she agreed. "It would seem out time is up. I have another client. I'll see you around."
"See ya," Michael smiled.
He walked out the door and passed a girl about his age with short brown hair, brown eyes, glasses, a black skirt, a black jacket over a white shirt and red tie, dark blue knee-high socks, and brown shoes.
He froze, looking back just as she stopped, looking back at him. The moment their eyes met, she spun, disappearing into the room. Michael smirked, walking out of the room and across the road, sitting on a bench and leaning back.
"What a coincidence," Michael smirked. "It's almost time for the tournament. I'm within walking distance, so why are you here...Sinon."
After about five minutes, the girl opened the front door and promptly glared at him. He grinned and she sighed and started walking. He caught up with her, walking beside her.
"You go to the same therapist," Sinon sighed. "Typical."
"I never even thought, but it makes sense you'd go to her too," Michael smirked. "She does seem to have a knack for it."
Sinon sighed, walking in silence. Michael wanted to talk about what had happened but remained silent. After a few minutes, they stopped outside an appartment complex.
"This is me," Sinon sighed. "Will you make it back in time?"
"Of course," Michael smirked. "I'll see you inside."
Sinon nodded and stepped forward, hugging him. He hugged her back, then released her and she went inside. He turned and jogged off down the street and a couple of blocks away to his own house. Then, he logged on and headed to the waiting area with about five minutes to spare. When he arrived, there was a boy with green cammouflage shirt and pants, light armor chest-piece, black combat boots, fingerless black gloves, and straight bale green hair down almost to his shoulders waiting.
"Hey, you're Michael right?" the boy asked. "My name's Spiegel. And I'm only going to say it once. Sinon is mine. Stay away from her. Or you'll be very sorry. A friend of mine knows you."
"That sounds like a threat," Michael stated. "Be careful you don't anger me. I might just have to teach you why that's unwise."
Spiegel glared at him but Michael simply walked past him. Michael walked over, sitting down beside Sinon at the usual corner table. She was shaking slightly and looking around almosylt constantly.
"Hey," Michael smiled. "You okay?"
"Mhm," Sinon nodded.
"Everything's going to be okay," Michael promised. "Kirito and I will handle Death Gun. You just need to worry about the other players. Let us worry about the asshole."
Sinon smiled and nodded, looking at the clock.
"It's time," Sinon stated taking a shaky breath while Michael rested a hand on hers.
"See you in there," Michael smiled.
She smiled as well and Michael's vision flared white.
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