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[Arrival Tag]
Jan. 19th, 2014 09:49 pmIt was finally over. Everything was settled and it was time to go back to life as normal. The ring felt a little heavy on his finger but the rest of him felt light. He was relieved that that Squalo guy hadn’t been killed during their fight. This mafia game of Tsuna’s was getting pretty intense. He would probably have to quit playing soon, since baseball season was getting pretty busy for him.
The morning it happened, he was headed to baseball practice. He was in high spirits, a smile on his face. He couldn’t wait to get on the mound a hurl a few fastballs. With all that had been going on recently, he hadn’t been able to work on his battery with the catcher. He had to get that going if they were going to make it to the championship.
Jogging merrily around the corner, he saw the school. It was the last sight he would have of Namimori. There was a sound of an explosion and pink smoke. When it cleared, there was nothing. Weird…
It was probably another one of those mafia games. “Roborn, I really need to get to baseball.” He called out into the nothingness. “I don’t have time to play right now.” There was no answer. Just the echo of his voice and the feeling of floating. Then the feeling of falling. He wondered if this would have been what it felt like if he had jumped off the roof way back then.
He jolted when he came back to. Computers. He was in a building of some sort. “Wow. This virtual reality stuff is pretty real.” He laughed lightly, “I really really don’t have time.” He tapped the computer desk where the note lay. He ignored it for the moment to turn to the computer and try to get into his email. Maybe there was some message about this new game he was supposed to play.
The morning it happened, he was headed to baseball practice. He was in high spirits, a smile on his face. He couldn’t wait to get on the mound a hurl a few fastballs. With all that had been going on recently, he hadn’t been able to work on his battery with the catcher. He had to get that going if they were going to make it to the championship.
Jogging merrily around the corner, he saw the school. It was the last sight he would have of Namimori. There was a sound of an explosion and pink smoke. When it cleared, there was nothing. Weird…
It was probably another one of those mafia games. “Roborn, I really need to get to baseball.” He called out into the nothingness. “I don’t have time to play right now.” There was no answer. Just the echo of his voice and the feeling of floating. Then the feeling of falling. He wondered if this would have been what it felt like if he had jumped off the roof way back then.
He jolted when he came back to. Computers. He was in a building of some sort. “Wow. This virtual reality stuff is pretty real.” He laughed lightly, “I really really don’t have time.” He tapped the computer desk where the note lay. He ignored it for the moment to turn to the computer and try to get into his email. Maybe there was some message about this new game he was supposed to play.
