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Kirigaya Kazuto [ к ι я ι т o ] ([personal profile] ridinsolo) wrote in [community profile] liens2014-12-11 04:17 pm

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[Four months.

It's been four months since Kirito's heart stopped. Four months since that one horrible day he'd walked Asuna home. Four months since the doctors turned on the machines and came out to tell his aunt, Sugu, and Asuna that while he was alive and stable, he'd been gone too long. The ambulances had been just a few minutes too late, the doctors just a fraction too slow. There was no way for modern medicine to reverse the damage to his brain.

There was no way Kirigaya Kazuto, the boy who had cleared the Death Game and sent thousands of people home, would ever wake up.

It's been three months and thirty days since his body vanished.

But there in the mail, sitting on Asuna's doorstep when she gets home exactly four months later, there's a package. And inside that package is a device not unlike a NerveGear as well as a single cartridge with black English lettering on the side. UNDERWORLD. There's no manual, no case, no instructions or anything. Just a power cord for the helmet and a slot for the cartridge.

There is, however, a note. Unsigned and scrawled in careful penmanship.

He can't wake up on his own.

What'll it be, Asuna? Will you take the dive?]
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[personal profile] angryhumming 2014-12-12 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's painful, seeing ... nothing from him. No recognition, no strange awareness, not even his usual aloof bratty attitude. Here, he's a stranger. A fact she can deduce in less than a minute of being in the game. Funny, that.

But it's strange, being here. It feels like ... real life. There's no feedback to let her know the outskirts of her vision are still game world, no stats, no display, no ... nothing. It's just a school with a foreign boy that should, above all else, know her. Was this the state of his mind? Was he so far gone that he knew nothing?

She blinks as he murmurs words, lights his hand and soothes the dull ache in her shoulder. Well. Definitely not the real world, though. Failing magic. That sounded right, at least. He was a tank for a reason. --The bell startles her as well, eyes roving around the hall as the mass of children still about hurry off.

... With no introduction, there was little hope of her knowing what to possibly do next, either. It was clearly some sort of school simulation, but ... what type? With magic, no less? ]


Ah... It feels better now, thank you. [ And then she fidgets briefly, even despite his mournful look to the rest of the hall. ] Are you ... Going to class?
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[personal profile] angryhumming 2014-12-12 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ It hurts, it hurts, it hurts having him look at her and not know who she is, have no fathom of recognition and it leaves her with such a physical ache she wonders vaguely if the NerveGear will boot her off for a broken heart.

But it stays and she breaks a smile, trying to already lift the depressive swing she can practically feel waving off of him. He'd never seemed entirely adverse to schooling before ... But then, she also knew next to nothing about what was here, why he didn't know her, why ... anything. It was just a feeling, that trying to force him into remembering wasn't going to work. If anything, it would do more harm, than good. For now, at least, she'd play along. ]


Mhm. I don't, no. I think I'm ... a little lost, actually.