Log Horizon: Alien Chronicles Volume 1

Ch.8

"Nee-chan, I'm sorry," Serara whimpered, tears forming in her eyes. She held a rag on the large bruise forming on Naruko's arm. "Because of me-"

"Not your fault," Naruko said bluntly, looking at Serara straight in the eyes. Though, she had trouble seeing out of one eye with it still swollen. "I got in the way."

"But I'm the one who dropped the food!" Serara shouted, throwing the rag to the side. "You keep getting hurt because of me! I'm just-"

"It's alright." Naruko said, ruffling Serara's hair. "Better me than you. Level 90." Naruko frowned with seeing tears go down Serara's face. Poor thing. She really is too kind for her own good... Agreed. Though, I am amazed with this weird world that we only got out of that last beating with bad bruises.... Don't remind me. I rather not think of how this can get worse... This coming from the guy wanting to smartass the culprits for our condition... Hey, if it got worse, I want to go down rubbing it in their faces... You do realize we can't die in this world, right?

"Nee-chan, are you alright?" Naruko jumped, snapping out of her thoughts. "Were you spacing out again, Nee-chan?" Serara chuckled, confusing Naruko.

"No." Naruko said, her frown deepening. Wait, did that little gaki call us Nee-chan?... I believe she did. Didn't Serara-chan called us Naruko-san? Naruko sighed, making Serara pout with poking her forehead. "Just tired."

"Oh. Then I should let you rest," Serara said, oddly joyful compared to what she was seconds before. "If you're not ready when they come, then they could hurt me instead." Naruko had a chill go down her spine, seeing Serara evilly smile.

What the heck? Wait, illusion expert, are we in a genjutsu?... I no longer have the Sharingan, but this could be an illusion. Naruko bit her lip, keeping her eyes on Serara. But who could do an illusion? If I remember right, there isn't many illusion based abilities, especially complex ones outside my own genjutsu... I don't know. Can't figure out how anything works in this world of menus and numbers.

"Nee-chan, you really should pay attention," Serara grabbed Naruko's bruised arm. Naruko's eyes widen as Serara body was bloody and covered with wounds. "The skeletons just want as much of a piece of you as the living."

"Serara," Naruko gasped when another pair of hands grabbed her free arm.

"There is ways for criminals to be punished other than death." Naruko looked back see a small boy with dark hair grinning at them as the futons and sheets beneath her turned into hands, reaching out at her.

"No, stop." Naruko recoiled, trying to escape. "Leave me alone! Stop touching me!" She found her legs and lowers body grabbed and looked at the faces filled with hunger and madness. "NO!" Naruko shrieked, sitting up to find the room swaying around her. She trembled, her body oddly soaked.

"Oh no! Here!" Naruko felt something pushed into her lap and hands, but did not bother to look. She heaved, finding not much coming up from her burning throat. "Made it in time. Oh, dear," Naruko gasped, weakly looking to the side to see a blushing, but worried Serara. "N-Naruko-chan, how are you feeling?"

"Horrible..." Naruko groaned, a wave of nausea hitting her. It only worsen as her memories came back to to her, making her grip the bucket she found was what she puked into. "Serara-chan... Did they...To you..." Naruko felt her throat go dry, tears coming to her eyes with realizing what all happened.

"No, they only ripped my clothes before you used that fire attack and explosions to stop them and we ran to escape," Serara said, rubbing Naruko's back. "It's alright. We're safe for now. Eek!" Serara squeaked when Naruko hugged her. Naruko sobbing, gripping onto the young Druid.