A/N: Language warning. Because Kayaba.
“Kayaba, you bastard!”
Hands shaking, Klein yanked the NervGear off his head, blinking away tears. “Damn you! And the dragon you rode in on, and your fucking God-Mod Stu, you son of a- ow….”
Worst. Head rush. Ever.
Groaning, the redhead cradled his forehead in his hands as the room seemed to spin around him. If it was a room. White, and steel, and lit by glowing bars of light on the ceiling; like nothing he’d ever seen on Aincrad, casting weird fuzzy glows around heads and hair….
No cursors. Nobody’s got a cursor, what the–
Black hair and chestnut, a few yards away. Pressed together like nothing else existed in the world.
No way. Klein rubbed his eyes, crumbling away tear-sand. Asuna and Kirito. When they’d… everyone had seen that bastard Kayaba…. “Am I dreaming?”
“If we’re dreaming,” a dark hand pulled off another NervGear, “then why am I looking at your ugly mug?”
Klein smirked at Agil. Those few sprouts of dark hair definitely didn’t suit him. “You’re just jealous of my-” His fingers felt his chin. His shaved chin. “My manly stubble! Augh!”
That drew laughs, if small and shaky ones, as other familiar faces started sitting up and pulling off the damn helmets.
Good, Klein thought, swinging his feet over to touch the floor. Bare feet. On tiles. Brrr. We need laughs. A lot of ‘em.
Though right now, he’d settle for just a touch. Fingers on real skin, to make sure this wasn’t some trick of a nightmare, that Kirito and Asuna were alive and real–
My HyperSense is tingling.
Intuition, Outside System Skill – call it what you wanted, Klein had caught too many things stalking him to doubt he had it. He knew when someone was watching with possible intent to maim.
This was that same weird prickling alertness. Multiplied by a hundred.
We’re out of the game. Now what?
“Okay.” The words were a little odd, like listening through water. “Anybody know what they’re saying? Daniel?”
“Um.” A very thoughtful um. “Huh. Some of the words sound Abydonian, but the grammar’s just wrong, and the way they’re putting the emphasis on syllables is… was that a verb? If it is, why did they end it that way….”
“…And we’ve lost Danny to linguistics heaven,” the first guy said wryly. “Carter? What have you got?”