SAO (FanFictions)

SAO: New Beginnings

The 'Hero'

It was a day like most, humid and horrible outside. The sun was out yet it gave no real comfort. The streets were packed and the sidelines equally crowded. Today fate was cruel on our hero, having been stuck in a traffic jam for the last hour. This is where we find our unlucky hero, head slung back against he leather chair itself. His eyes closed and on arm on the steering wheel. One would describe this man to be average looking, short black hair with brown eyes. The type of brown eyes that could either look dark or light depending on what angle the light was hitting. He had tanned skin and stood at just about 5'11".

Seconds ticked by, and then minutes. His mind had slipped into a rested state, which allowed him to sleep even with the loud noises around him. It was not the honking or the screaming that woke this man, oh no. It was the sound of his ring tone and the vibrating in his pants which caused him to jump. His eyes snapping wide open as he reached quickly to his pocket. Pulling out a Samsung galaxy sII he stared at the caller ID for what seemed to be an eternity before he groaned. Pressing the answer button before he began to utter words that you shouldn't to a mother.

"Mother, what do you want?" It was quite obvious in the tone of his voice, this was the last person he wanted to talk to or even about. He cringed some as he heard her raspy screeching voice yell through the phone as if it were common place to yell. "Mom, what have I told you? Yelling will only make me deaf. I will be swinging by her copy of the game as soon as I can. Rig-" His voice cut off by his mother's loud screeching once more. He let out a sigh before he simply took the phone from his ear,and pressed his thumb against the red button on the touch screen. The call got disconnected but he didn't know she was attempting to warn him. He always paid little mind to her ramblings half the time any way.

It wouldn't take longer for him to pull into his drive way thus ending his torment with traffic today. "I'll drop off her copy after rush hour ends, but first. Time for me to see how it is!" he thought rather excitedly to himself, a grin curved upon his visage. He made his way up the drive way, and into his one bedroom house. It wasn't much, but for the sake of saving money he chose a small house. He kicked his feet against the porch steps out of habit, before he entered the house. It would take a matter of seconds before he was already in his front room. Opening the new game he had just bought and laid down on his couch. He propped his feet up on to the arm of the couch before he placed the nerve gear upon his head.

The sudden flash of pure white hit him, the process to log in happening quick. It wouldn't take much time at all for him to appear at the starter zone. He looked down at his hands and turned them. Excitement obvious upon his face as he experimented by doing a couple weird dances to himself. Though as it finally caught up to him, he realized he was now dancing with dozens of people staring at him. A faint hue of pink appeared upon his cheeks as he awkwardly stopped dancing. He gave a quick shake of his head and made his way through the streets of the town. He had never been here before and thus he was taking the exploring side of things first. It was amazing to him, how someone could forge such a game. Though he had wished for a game like this since he had been a kid. But, enough of that! He would make his way out of the town and into the fields.

He had chosen oddly, to start out with a glaive and no shield. He stretched both arms out into the air before he pulled the glaive off of his back. Spotting the first hog, he got into a low stance. He pictured himself rushing forward and striking the hog with a powered strike. However as he rushed forward, the glaive refused to glow. Still piercing through the side of the hog in a grazing strike however. It seemed to only irritate the hog as it now turned its attention to our hero, who we are thusly naming Kazuma. To his surprise he watched as the hog bolted towards him, faster than what the reviews had said. He barely managed to bring up his glaive, so that the central part of the pole blocked the tusks. Causing his entire body to be pushed backward. Getting over the initial shock he jumped forward this time he pictured his glaive in a different way this time. The glaive began to glow a teal color before he sliced downward cutting the virtual boar in half seconds after the first strike the boar broke into billions of little shards of color.