Gantz: The beginning

New survivors

With each mission, Nishi became more affected by Gantz's world; he enjoyed the other players' misfortunes and lack of knowledge and felt extreme excitement when the aliens attacked them. Even though he had embraced his newly found enjoyment long ago, Nishi was definitely not the same boy that first appeared in the room. When each new mission began, Nishi would assess the fresh players and decide if he could use them to his advantage. He'd give them an explanation that was always false and wait for the right opportunity to take the points at the end. Sometimes, Nishi wondered if losing his last teammate affected him more than he realized. Yoko kept him grounded and understood his sadistic side, and never let him stray further than that.

Despite such drastic changes, his goal from the beginning remained. He just wanted to be free. He wanted to go home.

Five months have passed since Yoko's death, and Nishi's points had finally surpassed the number he originally had when he lost them, and it occurred to him that exactly one year has passed since his first mission, he'd be in high school soon.

It would feel strange, in a way, almost disturbing were it not for his confidence. Nishi appeared in the Gantz room, looking around the room for a moment, unable to quite believe he'd survived five months on his own. The dog soon appeared and wagged his tail before wandering around the room, causing Nishi to roll his eyes. "I can't believe you're still around mutt, I would say I'm impressed if you actually bothered to do something." The dog obviously ignored him, as though the canine had accepted the fact that Nishi wouldn't interact with him like the others had done, as though he knew how Nishi felt toward him.

Nishi tilted against the wall and simply waited patiently for the normal occurrences to happen. While Nishi still hated their reactions, there was nothing he could do to change it, not that they would listen anyway, so he merely tried to ignore them the best he could, unless he wanted to use them.

Once Gantz had started to gather new participants, Nishi watched them skeptically. The first to appear were two muscle-bound guys, one dressed in a white suit and another dressed in light brown pants and a baggy purple sweater. Nishi kept quiet when they turned their attention to him, eyeing him suspiciously with a glare. As if they think they're intimidating just because of their size. The two mean looking men tried to question him about what happened, but Nishi merely shrugged. Like I'd tell you. Nishi smirked when they turned away to inspect the rest of the room.

Another male appeared; he was blond with long hair pinned back into a low ponytail, dressed in a blue hoodie and black pants. He looked up at the ceiling with an almost dazed look on his face, and when he realized there were others in the room with him, he asked, "What's going on?"

The shorter male with the white suit looked at him and said, "We don't know."

The young blond turned to Nishi. "How about you kid?"

Nishi raised an eyebrow and shrugged. "Maybe we're all dead."

The blond clicked his tongue and leaned against the window. "Bullshit."

A man dressed in a black and white suit appeared next, wearing glasses. He was shivering slightly and appeared on his side. The man sat up startled and looked around the room for a moment before getting to his feet. "I'm alive."

"Looks that way," replied the blond male.

Eventually, the four of them began to try the windows and doors, and soon, panic set in once again when they failed. One of the two large men even tried smashing the window with his elbow. "This is crazy, what are we even doing here?" the one with the glasses asked.

Nishi sighed and sat down on the floor in the corner behind Gantz. These morons aren't even worth wasting a breath for. Nishi glanced at the man in the black suit. He'll most likely die first.