Gantz: The beginning

Survival of the fittest

"Hey, welcome back," Nishi greeted Kei when the older teen appeared, grinning at him since Kei and the red-haired girl seemed to be in a slight personal position. Once the two had fully formed, the girl stumbled away from Kei.

The next to appear was Kato, to which Nishi rolled his eyes. Nishi had hoped the taller high schooler would have blabbed to someone and got his head blown off by Gantz. No such luck. What a pity.

Once the dog had appeared, new players began to arrive.

Four men appeared, two wearing a tracksuit: one orange and one light blue with yellow stripes. Another dressed in a dark green hoodie with dark blue jeans; he was on the chubby side.

The fourth was slender, wearing a black and purple hoodie and blue jeans; his hair was black and red.

Nishi stood in front of the Gantz ball, hands in his cream-colored hoodie with the dog and the other three teens, watching as the four men appeared lying on their front, staring up in bewilderment.

The men gasped loudly as, almost instantly, another two appeared right in front of them; a male dressed in a school uniform with long brown hair and a female with long black hair dressed in a long-sleeved white dress. They seemed to have been on a bike since the male was wearing a helmet, and seconds after, two more appeared on the floor, sitting just slightly behind them; an old woman dressed in a long cream sweater and a young boy with a green hoodie. The old woman had her arms held in front of her in a driving pose, suggesting that the four may have been in a traffic accident.

The two men in tracksuits exchanged shocked glances before getting to their feet and panicking as they and the other fat one tried the doors and windows.

Nishi frowned at the floor, trying to ignore the newbies as they began complaining loudly; he could hear the kid on the floor start to whine too. Pathetic. Nishi looked up when the man with red in his hair addressed them.

"Hey, what's going on, answer me!"

Loudmouth.

"Hey, what are you, deaf or something," the one in the orange tracksuit yelled.

Brainless.

"Yeah, tell us what's going on, bastards."

No chance, fat fuck.

Nishi knew that Kei probably wasn't going to say anything, could tell the teen already thought it was pointless, and the girl was too weak to speak up for anything.

"Well? I'm getting pissed," the man dressed in the lighter blue tracksuit stated.

"Yeah, so start talking," the orange one followed.

Nishi sighed inwardly. Fucking sheep.

"Don't be messing with the boys," said the one in the green hoodie.

So pathetic.

The red-haired one turned to the other high schooler. "Hey, you, Mr. pretty boy there. Well say something!"

The tall teen remained facing the window but replied, "Sorry, I know zilch."

"You had better not be fucking with us." The man frowned. "Damn, this is pointless."

The orange tracksuit man's eyes widened. "I get it, this is a hospital, we did get the shit kicked out of us."

Nishi snorted quietly. That explains a lot; they probably think they're some big fearless gang. Trash.