Chapter 15

Giichi returned home, calling into the house saying, "I'm home!"

"Welcome back, Giichi," He jumps a little, as if forgetting I had stayed at their house, or that I even exist.

He goes to his room and places his school things in his room and comes back out. He does the usual, and stares at me. His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes wide. Why does he stare at me?

After a while of Giichi just standing and staring, he finally said something.

"A man came up to me and asked if I saw you," He said quietly, "I said no because he had a gun."

With that, Giichi turned away and went to his room. I was left alone, yet again, until Nara would return. I sat back on the couch and stared forward. How much longer?

I was concerned that my involvement with these people would put them at risk. I go back to the window and, just as I had presumed, the three men were long gone. I begin to walk towards Giichi's room. When I get within a meter of his room, he pokes his head out and looks at me.

"When will your sister be home?" I ask him plainly.

"Big sis will be back in about ten minutes," He answered back, just as plain, before adding, "Are you bored?"

I nod.

"Do you want to play a game?"

"A game?"

He opens his bedroom door to let me in. There were posters of different people dressed in colorful outfits, and some plastic objects on a shelf above his bed. Across from the bed was a smaller television, which was connected to a small box made for transferring data to display on the screen.

He sits at the edge of his bed, and pats next to him, "You can sit here."

I take my seat next to him and wait, as he presses a small button on one side. It powers on, and goes to a screen with many squares. Giichi selects one of them. I watch as Giichi does many different things, and eventually it comes to a screen that has multiple pictures of the same sort of over exaggerated humans as on the television from before. He moves a cursor over a character, presses a button, and a new sequence began.

The screen showed two humans facing each other, their sides facing the screen. Both of them had their arms raised as if ready to hit the other. And once they got to eachother, they did just that. A fierce fight on screen broke out, each human delivering heavy blows to the other. At the top of the screen, a colored bar slowly dropped with each hit to the character.

After a few more hits, Giichi's character came out victorious. A voice said "ROUND 2" and the other character got back up. hen another round of fighting began, Giichi coming out victorious yet again.

Giichi repeated the process multiple times, sometimes winning, sometimes losing. After approximately five or six times of this cycle, the entrance door to the apartment opened. Nara.

"I'm home!" She called as she entered.

I stood and left the room, Giichi still playing. I entered the living room to see Nara smiling at me. She was wearing a uniform, the skirt going to her mid thighs, with tall black socks, that ended just underneath her skirt.

The moment she saw me she walked in quick short steps, took my hands and made a high pitched sound that sounded a lot like: "Ueeeee!"

"What is wrong, Nara?" I asked her, not understanding.

"Nothing!" She giggles, "It's about the papers you filled out yesterday."

Now I was interested. I had been waiting for this moment for the past several hours.

"I handed them to the Student Director," She said quietly, squeezing my hands tighter, which I did not return, "And I thought that it would take at least a few days to process and everything," I nod.

"Well, at the end of last period," Her eyes glimmered, "The Director said you've been accepted! He even sent me home with a uniform for you!"

She opened her backpack to show me a set of clothing wrapped in thin malleable plastic. I began to feel as if I were floating in the air. Excited? No. Nervous? Closer.

I couldn't think of what to call this emotion. After fifteen milliseconds, I decided on one instead. Nervcited. A mixture of Nervous and Excited.

"I am feeling Nervcited," I told Nara.

She made a face like she was about to laugh, "Nervcited?"

"A mixture of Nervous and Excited," I stated, "Nervcited."

She giggled, "Well you start next Monday."

I nod. This would be a turning point in my existence. Soon I would have more purpose than to be a military weapon, running away from its captors. Starting Monday, I would become a student.

Now there was only one thing left to do.

It is time to create a story to implement the image that I am human.