SAO: A Day in the Life

Chapter 2

We head toward the teleport gate, food from NPC vendors in our hands. The food is good, but not as good as I could make, in digital or real life.

"Hey, where are we going?" Yin, a short boy who acts more like he is ten than the 16-year-old that we all are asks.

Yin's twin sister Yang, like the name implies, is the opposite of him: she looks, acts and even thinks like an adult. They were supposed to have the other's character, and name with it, because of a plan to make the other player's avatar. Thanks to Kayaba's idea to give us back our old faces and bodies, however, the two got to stay the same gender, and distinguishing the two was much easier than it could have been.

Clearly she knows what I'm thinking, because she tells her brother simply: "We aren't going anywhere. Erika and Phi are going to a higher floor to fight some monsters." She says this last part as if asking if we have a death wish.

Lina and Kunkka (A/N: I'm terrible with making up names and really like DOTA, sorry.), the other two players in our group of six, who also happenned to be dating pre-SAO, chuckle while looking at the expression on Yin's face.

Which I don't, but anyone might think otherwise knowing of my plan in mind. Then again, only Erika knows about-

"I don't have a death wish, but Phi might. She wants to join the front lines," Erika says.

...that. Well, Erika, you have succeeded in worrying everyone in this town.

The others, hearing this statement for the first time, react similarly to Erika when she first heard about my idea, for the most part. Yin, Lina and Kunkka scream things like "What did you say?" and "Did I hear that right?" They create quite a cataphony of noise that everyone notices. Yang just looks at me, as if she fully expected this to happen, and for a while. She's smarter than most would give her credit for, I guess, including myself.

I sigh. I guess this had to happen at some point, so why not now?

"Yes, I want to join the front lines," I admit. "I don't want to stay here just waiting for the day that the front line clears the 100th floor. I might be afraid of death, but aren't we all, including those fighting for us? Shouldn't we be helping them so that their deaths might be later on in life, and not in vain? Isn't there something we can, or should, do as people also stuck in this game of death and waiting?"

I know I can't convince them I'm not being stupid. I just need to explain my motivation - to the people that have become my closest friends, and to myself.

I continue. "We've already wasted a year stuck in a piece of software, hidden who-knows-where in Argus' buildings. I don't know about you, but I miss some of my other friends and family."

"Now if you don't mind, I'll be heading on up," I conclude before the group can argue. Because none of them have been to the 35th floor either, they decide to follow me, but obviously just into town.

I don't know if I will still be fighting with Erika or not, either, but with or without her I will venture into the Forest of Wandering today.

"Teleport: Mishe!"

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I know this chapter is kind of short but I didn't know how else to end it. Sorry for that; I'm still a novice writer. As compensation the next chapter will be a bit longer and will come out as soon as possible (though I have given up on the #justwriteit challenge since I realized that writing a 10,000 word story in a month is close to impossible unless you have way too much free time or write for a living, neither of which apply to me in the slightest (and am annoyed that the challenge used to ask for 50,000).

Anyway, thanks for reading, commenting, voting, etc. If you notice any typos please mention them, and again, thanks!