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January 6, 2035
My name is Hotaru Kurosawa and something strange has happened. I've become.. different, well, different from how I originally was anyway. I'm not sure why or how, but I think I know where it began. So I am writing this to tell you my theory of how this all started; of how I gained this ability. This all started on January 6, 2032.
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I glanced down at my paper, jotting down a few notes based off what the teacher was saying. My entire notebook was covered with meaningless doodles and notes. Just as I was about to begin my next 'masterpiece', a balled up sheet of paper made its way toward my desk, hitting me in the head as it landed. My head swiftly turned, glaring at the culprit. Aiko smiled as she pointed to the paper, signaling for me to open it.
Aiko was my best friend. We've known each other since grade school. We met the day I decided to ask her out. She turned me down of course, but nothing is ever truly decided until you give up. And I never gave up. That doesn't mean I never moved on. I've flirted with plenty of girls, but they just weren't the type I was looking for.
I reached for the paper, quickly unraveling it, careful not to alert the teachers' attention. The wrinkled page read:
"Hey Taru-kun, can you come with me to get the game today?"
I frowned, realizing that she was still calling me by my old nickname. I mean, sure it was cute when she said it, but it was still annoying to hear.
Picking up my pencil, I began to write: "Right after school?" I looked over my words. It wasn't calligraphy, but it would do.
I crumbled the paper back up and threw it her way, almost hitting the student between us.
Aiko caught the paper and read the message. She quickly replied and tossed the paper back. It read: "Yep, wanna come with me?"
I smiled at the technicalities of this. I returned the answer: "It's a date!"
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I waited at the entrance of the school with my black motorcycle. Checking the time, It was 15:20. The stores should be raided pretty soon. I was in no rush of course. Since my parents owned the store franchise, I had already bought my limited edition copy. Although I wasn't lucky enough to become a beta tester, I should still recieve benefits for my copy.
I looked up to the sky as I noticed dark clouds coming together. Just then I heard footsteps.
"Sorry I'm late, got held up in class." I glanced to my right to see Aiko coming my way. I smiled as I noticed her perfect, golden brown hair swing from her shoulder. It glistened, even in the abscence of light. I really loved how hair looked. It's not that I have some weird fetish, it's just that I believe hair is what truly defines a woman.
"What are you grinning at, weirdo?" She said jokingly, squinching her face.
I snapped out of my daydream. "Haha sorry, it's just that you look really beautiful today."
She lowered her head a bit. "Oh whatever, let's just go before they run out of copies." Wait a minute, did I see her blush?
"Hai, hai." I handed her a helmet and grabbed my own, strapping it on my head. I mounted the bike, looking to her. Aiko put on her helmet and got on the bike behind me. "Hold on tight," I warned her, starting the bike.
"I refuse," she replied, turning her body sideways, "that would make us look like a couple and I wouldn't want to ruin my reputation." She stuck her tongue out as she often did when we were kids.
"Ouch, well don't say I didn't warn you." Revving the engine, I started off down the road, not bothering to go the speed limit.
Aiko squeaked as she wrapped her arms around me to keep from falling. She mumbled something under her breath that I couldn't quite hear. I just laughed as I made my way to GameGo. She was planning on buying the new VR game, Fantasy War Front.
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FanfictionYears after the SAO incident, games continued to be made. One game in particular, Fantasy War Front, happened to be a game designed by one of SAO's co-creators. With similar motives to Kayaba Akihiko, the GM has trapped all players inside this game...
