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{AU Akira}

It's been ages. Seriously ages. Akira met up with Oersted, a Knight who pretty much was the god of hate himself. Something about that person gave Akira a chill, yet for some reason, he liked the guy. However, something about their last interaction gave him a strange feeling. He felt weird. Really weird. As if he was hit by a semi truck. Make that one driven by an oni that is. Sitting up, the young, spiky haired male rubbed the side of his scuffed cheek.

"Shit... man..." He muttered under his breath.

His vision was blurred. He could not make out where he was at. Shaking his head a bit, his blurry vision was becoming a bit more clear. Rubbing his amber coloured eyes, the scarred teenager got to his feet, taking it a bit slow. Where was he anyway? He sure wasn't in Neo Kyoto. Was this Oersted's world again? Where he took a nap at that small village? Placing a had on the side of his face, he gently rubbed it.

"What in th' hell happened to me?" He asked. "Better yet, where am I?"

Slowly walking, well,more like staggering, the bruiser shuffled slowly. He reached his arm out to support himself on a tree. He was in bad shape. A few gashes on his body. Though, this place seemed rather strange. A bit too strange. Though, his vision was growing rather blurry again. He was on the verge of passing out. His body was fighting it. Fighting the struggle of not passing out. Closing his eyes, he felt a surge of pain in his body. A massive surge of pain.

Maybe it was time he could find help. Wait, help? It would not be a good idea. His appearance made him stick out like a sore thumb. How would he blend in? Then some idea struck him. Seeing what appeared to be some sort of cloth on a tree, possibly once belonging to someone, he yanked it down and wrapped it around himself, making it look like a hooded cloak.

Perfect. Just perfect... now tofind someone. That is if he could. Not too mention, to keep himself standing.

Trees. Trees everywhere. Akira was surrounded by them - and not just the Akira who was hit by the truck, but another Akira too. Jack the RIPper at hand, the girl skipped along merrily, despite the terrible weight of her weapon at hand. And then she heard it. A voice in the mists of the blue, deeper in the forest. Her eyes narrowed in question as she stopped. She didn't recognize the voice, it had to be someone new to the game.. probably very new, if they were still questioning where they were.

And so, she skipped along further, until she saw a boy leaning against a tree. Now taking the time to conceal her tracks, she crept along silently in her bare feet, until she popped out from behind a tree. This person was most likely harmless, had Azonious stripped them of their powers, weapons, and whatever - which, for whatever reason, more and more people were showing up in the game with their powers intact. Eh, it was just weird.. especially with that Lich King dude who turned into a Zed.

But anyways, she popped out from behind a tree, yes. And she grinned, just like the psychopath she was, her eyes lighting up with a disturbing kind of joy. "Hello! Welcome to the Game," she announced to the other, whipping her long locks of pink hair over to the side. Even though she'd just put it into a bun an hour ago, it was once again loose, fluffy, and a bit oily because she hadn't been able to get a shower or anything in how long, which was WAY too long.

"I'm Akira! What's your name?~"

So, he walked. slowly walked. His pain was still surging in his body. He seemed rather quiet at the moment. He kept his head low and tried to ignore his pain. Wrapping himself in his makeshift cloak, Akira kept pressing forwards, taking it slowly due to his pain.

"Gotta... find someone. Someone who is alive. Someone who could help me..."

His tone of his voice seemed as if he was in massive pain. However, he heard a voice and saw someone before him. Odd. So very odd. Nearly toppling over, he saw a person before him. A girl? That had his name? Nearly falling over on his ass, Akira pulled off the hood of his make shift cloak and pointed at her. His eyes wide.

"Y-y-your name is Akira?! That's.. MY name!"

He just stared at her, his eyes still wide as he was freaking out no less.

Akira leered at the other, grinning at him rather maliciously - her typical style of doing things, after all. She hauled Jack over her shoulder to rest him there, and he rip-roared for a moment.

"Shut up, tin can!" the girl shouted, then turning her gaze back to the other Akira. "Well, then we're both named Akira. So be it. This one dude named Takeshi said he had a cousin named Akira.. seem familiar to you?" the girl asked, then starting to lean against a tree with the shoulder opposite of the one holding Jack.

"And, y'know, it isn't exactly polite to point and freak out if someone has the same name. I bet we don't have the same last name, anyways," the girl said, thinking. Oh, now was the time to **** with this kid. She grinned even wider. "What's YOUR last name, huh?"

Jack roared again, and cut a bit into the tree's branches. Akira sighed, and wielded him normally once more. "This is Jack, by the way. He's a chainsaw, obviously. His full name is Jack the RIPper." Akira turned her chainsaw to the side, to show off what looked like blood painted on the side of him. It very clearly said "JACK THE R.I.P.per".

Sure, someone had his name. Allot of people had his name. It was not anything new. He just felt a bit freaked about it for the moment. Calming himself down and playing it 'cool'. He placed his hands in his pants pockets and gave a rather soft sigh.

"Gave me a scare there..." He said in his tone. A tone that was laced with pure sarcasm. Parting his bangs away from his face, the young psycho-driver leaned up against a tree. He could sense something was around, but hey, this person who bared his name as well interested him.

"My last name? Uh. Tadokoro? Why is that, yo?"

However, he paused. Something seemed wrong. Then it came to him all of a sudden. His Amber coloured eyes widen a bit. What in the hell was going on?

"What in the hell?!" He would asked.

"What in the hell is goin' on?!"

That chainsaw. Intimating. What is going on now? Akira was baffled. Feeling rather nervous, he slowly backed away.

"Nope... Nope... Nopey."

"Well, my last name is Dodokashira," the girl said, having no idea why the other was backing away from her and Jack.

Like any psychopath would, she took as many steps forward as he did back, holding Jack with both hands in front of her.

"What? You've never met a talking chainsaw?" she asked, the coughing a bit. "Well, he sorta talks.. only I can understand him, but that's what makes it even better!" she merrily chirped.

"..don't tell me you think I'm crazy, or evil or whatever. Because I'm totally not. I'm a bit unstable, but that's a given when you've been in the Game for as long as I have been.."

|FINNALY GOT TO THIS!!|

"Oh hell no..."

Akira slowly backed away. This was getting way too weird for him. Holding his hands out, the young bruiser slowly backed away. He gave out a nervous laugh as he bumped into back ofa tree, toppling over.

"Ah shit..." He muttered. HE landed on hisback, feeling a bit dazed. "This all has to be a dream.. a nightmare! Yeah! Imma havin' a bad dream!"

The other seemed to mention something about a "game". Now Akira felt even more confused. Slowly backing away, he gave a nervous yelp.

"Oh, c'mon!" The female Akira looked completely disappointed. Stepping towards the other, she loomed over top of him as he fell to the ground.

"Come on," she urged, holding Jack aside of herself, pointing his blade to the ground. "Don't tell me that you're a lame-o," she uttered, a few faux tears coming to her eyes. She sniffed as if she really were hurt, and wiped her face off.

"You're such a meanie! Do you treat all girls like this?!" she asked, practically shouting to all of the world as she did so. It wouldn't be surprising if she had attracted her Zed.. at least, if there were any in these woods. Akira wasn't so sure about the geography of this region, it was so different. There wasn't even a lake in the basin, or an electric fence that she'd seen!