Reading SAO-Koma takes me weird places.....
Power he knows not.
Day 3, floor one.
Klein wandered through the marketplace lost in thought, his feet meandering through the crowds as he recalled the day he had tried to help a kid, a kid who now he thought about it, might already be dead even now. Disappeared into pixels with no-one any the wiser. He shivered at the idea, watching as a group of children ran about laughing and playing. "Their parents must be missing them." He muttered to himself.
Compassion.
"You know…I'm only twenty two." You stammer "I'm not really that much of an adult but…What I'm trying to say is.." You really should have thought this over. "I mean, if it's you that has any problems just message me, alright. It doesn't matter if it's fighting, or social problems or whatever. Hell, if you just want to hang out, go fishing and talk about girls I'll be there and I'm sure the rest of my friends will help out too."
He had tried to help Kirito, he told himself it was repaying a favour, but really, sending a kid out alone into a wilderness where all manner of roaming monsters could kill him? It was wrong. The fact that Kirito knew more about this world than he had was of scant comfort, Argo already suspected that much had changed, knowledge was out of date and things had shifted, if Kirito made faulty assumptions they could well prove the death of him.
That was why he and Furinkazan, as adults had stepped up. This wasn't a game, except perhaps to a deluded madman. People had real lives and responsibilities, jobs, and his friends had families, children even. They not only had to keep people alive, but also get them back home. Kirito had said the only way to survive was to get strong... But where did that leave the weak?
Responsibility.
The town of new beginnings was still pretty crowded, most people not willing to venture too far, but it being the middle of the day most people were 'busy' either at the training fields or in other cases exploring. So the silence wasn't that unusual as he made his way from the crowds exploring a district of the city in search of quests or vendors with rare items before he met up with the rest of the guild who were busy training.
What was unusual was the almost naked guy sitting staring at the ground, his only apparel a pair of standard undergarments.... Well they were male boxers, but for the fact they were bright pink. There was no one else around and the guy didn't even look up as Klein approached.
"Hey' uh are you okay? Did you get robbed or something?" Klein asked, more than a little worried. The guy barely responded, lifelessly dragging his head up to meet Kleins eyes. There and then the first thing that hit Klein was how.... lost the guy looked. For a moment they simply met each others gaze, each taking a measure of the other.
Then, so quietly that Klein would have missed it if not for the games 'Listening' skill. "I'm a nekama.... I only have female equipment."
Klein was dumbfounded for a moment, sure he had misheard, then realisation hit hard as he remembered Kayabas 'little trick' with the mirror.
There had been more than a few girls who had turned out to be G.I.R.Ls and guys who were apparently girls trying to avoid the unwanted attention that female gamers often garnered, willingly or not.
Klein momentarily considered pointing him in the direction of an apparel shop, armour and clothing stores run by NPC's could be found all over the city and perhaps for just this reason players could have their starting equipment swapped to either gender free of charge. But that being the case.... surely this guy already knew that, there might be some momentary embarassment as he swapped his attire but far too many had already been caught out for most to make a big thing of it. The whole point of the game was to be something you weren't in real life.
The guy sighed, then even quieter if that were possible. "Being a Nekama was the only thing I lived for." The expression on his, her? face, or lack thereof combined with the tone of voice sent a chill down Kleins spine. He had to do something before the person did something drastic.
"How about you try and take being a Nekama a step further?" Klein suggested.
.....Dear god that is possibly the worst idea to ever come out my mouth. He thought, mentally kicking himself.
There was a moments silence as the other player considered his words then a slender hand opened their inventory and a moment later he was clad in an outrageously frilly dress. "You're right!" He exclaimed. "I'll give it a shot!" He vowed looking Klein in the eye.
Understanding.
With that the figure raced off, hopefully, Klein mused, to find something not quite so ill-fitting.
So much pain but still, glimmers of happiness amidst, the rising darkness.
Every action creates ripples, and to change the world all that is required is a single act of random kindness. But today? Here and now Klein could not begin to fathom the effects even the most innocuous of decisions would have upon the world around him.