We Are Two

Staring down from the corner of the ceiling, I observed Tang-Ji's restless body. It had already been 7 years since we were in that fiery pit again, yet I still remember everything as though it were yesterday. I sigh as I look out the window, my eyes being met with dazzling light that sparkles.

The moon finally sleeps while the sun is eager to wake, bringing out the futuristic features of Kyoto as it illuminates the glorious structures. The sun's brilliant rays drew closer, screaming out possibilities while lighting up the unconscious Tang-Ji's pale, pretty face.

The alarm on her device projected a blue holographic screen that displayed the time: 6 AM. Before delivering a loud beep. It was ear-shatteringly loud; however, she simply covered her ears with her pillow out of reflex. She could still hear a faint beep through the cushy pillow, which was just as bad as hearing it fully. Eventually, she got tired of hearing the irritating sound and decided to act like a normal human; slamming her panda plushie against the digital screen besides her.

'What was that dream just now?' She pondered, not fully awake yet.

She began to get up, stepping down from her bed one leg at a time. She wore a null, bored frown and blinked rapidly, her eyes stunned by the sunlight. She stared into her mirror with a dull expression and began stripping off her pyjamas with cute teddy bear patterns all over. Her long, jet-black hair shone in the sunlight from the window, creating thin, delicate lines on the carpeted floor. Her low waist-to-hip ratio outlined her hourglass physique. Her slim, unblemished limbs were as white as snow, clad in black lace that evoked solemnity, leaving no room for wicked lust.

She rubbed her beautiful, sapphire blue eyes while continuously staring into her reflection, detached from reality. Her lengthy hair fell onto her small, delicate shoulders as she threw on a white shirt with a red ribbon around her neck, hugging her curvy figure, along with a short black skirt that enveloped her slender hips.

She steadily walked down the wooden staircase to be greeted by her mother, who was in the midst of brewing some delicious miso soup along with some eggs and rice for breakfast.

"Your father seemed to be running late for work, so he rushed out without even having breakfast. I hope that the lunch I made for him was enough to satisfy him until he gets home," she said in a worried voice. "Come on, Tang-Ji, you'll be late for school; sit down and eat up," she continued, resuming her kitchen duties.

It seems our mother is in a good mood today. I wonder what is on her mind.

"Today is dad's new job interview, right?" Tang-Ji asked nonchalantly.

"That's right, he finally landed an offer to work in the main hall of V.I.R.M. It's always been his dream to work for a gaming company, ever since he was little," her mother replied. The excitement in her voice began to subtly fade away as her eyebrows fell to a relaxed position, her eyes becoming blank and staring away from Tang-Ji. The corners of her mouth slowly dropped downward, and her reflection in the boiling cooking pot became lifeless.

They all hid it from her; she had no idea that she was someone else not too long ago.

The mention of the word V.I.R.M. plunged Tang-Ji's memories into chaos, with fragments beginning to form in her field of vision, as though this scene from long ago had come back to haunt her. With her lack of interest in video games, all that was left was a tiny fragment of her former self.

"V.I.R.M., huh? I could have sworn I heard that name somewhere a long time ago." The vivid scene of a boy speaking those words slowly crept into her mind. 'Am I hallucinating?' Tang-Ji thought to herself as she stared down at her steaming egg omelette sandwich.

Everyone knew what V.I.R.M. was. It was the largest virtual reality gaming industry in Japan. Operated by some of the most renowned scientists the world has to offer.

"Thanks for the food," she mumbled, nibbling on her meal.

After finishing breakfast, Tang-Ji hurriedly rushed out the front door while stuffing her mother's homemade onigiri into her lunch bag.

"Have a good day, dear," her mother said, waving her cookware carelessly around and spilling droplets of soup onto the counter.

"See you later, mother." She yelled as she mustered all her courage to step outside, smiling while waving back at her.

Setting foot outside the front door, Tang-Ji was greeted with waves of glistening wind blowing against her face in an innovative city shimmering with freedom. The morning sky was filled with a multitude of cutting-edge drones that hovered with a quiet hum.

In the past, Kyoto was profoundly known for representing the cultural and historical heart of Japan, which remained undamaged through warfare. The entire area was populated with traditional temples, shrines, gardens, geisha, shops, restaurants, and festivals, sweeping joyful laughter into the dusk of the night.

With an almost completely technological era drawing near, the city is an inhabitant of revolutionary hologram technology that operates instinctively to perform daily tasks. Information about natural architecture and culture is now able to be collected and preserved through drones in real time. It can be harvested and stored by an infinite-capacity quantum computer known as 'Minerva'.

Almost enchanted by the sight, Tang-Ji stepped out into the street, slowly snapping back to reality. Noticing that she was short on time, the timid girl hastily walked while continuously checking her phone for updates on her bus's arrival. She paced along a glittering stream of water that misted water out into the gardens on the other side, grateful that they weren't pointing her way; it was truly like a fever dream.

Tang-Ji saw the bus about to leave and dashed to the closing door. "Wait!" She screamed to the bus driver, crashing her body into the door while panting heavily as she pushed her palm onto the glass to prevent it from closing. "I'm so sorry, but can you please let me in?" She asked, catching her breath.

Stepping into the aisle, she pointed her finger at the hologram pad attached to the entrance of the bus. She began to trace the glowing touchpad to register her name as Tang-Ji continued on her way to the school, Kiryuuin Academy.

Kiryuuin Academy resided in the central urban part of Kyoto and was dubbed the most prestigious private school in Kyoto. It was known to be occupied by only the wealthiest families, and in Tang-Ji's case, she was offered a place here for her highly honed academic prowess. She was one of the many students who got into this school for their brains instead of their wealth, despite education being tedious for her.

"Good morning, Shizukesa-san," her homeroom teacher said, waving to Tang-Ji.

"Good morning, Sensei," Tang-Ji replied unenthusiastically as she continued down the bustling hallway.

As Tang-Ji walked down the hallway, she could hear the voices of the other students talking about irrelevant things.

"Hey, wasn't the karaoke at the place yesterday packed with so many students from our school?", said one of the boys.

"Now that you mention it, you're right. The seniors always go wandering around like it's their secret hangout spot or something," gossiped one of the girls.

"You don't think they're planning something bad, do you?", chimed a third.

"Ahhh!!! What do you mean by that?" The girl was questioned jokingly. Their gossip and giggling could be heard from far behind Tang-Ji.

Tang-Ji walked past another group of students. "Thanks for the game yesterday; it was really insane. I've never played with such high graphics or with a built-in class system type of MMO before." Said an informed-looking student.

"You forgot to accept my invitation yesterday; join our party; maybe we can conquer the first continent before everyone else," a scrawny boy asserted confidently.

"Keep dreaming; you're also a beginner too, you know," teased a third boy. Abrupt laughter could be heard throughout the hallway, all originating from that group.

As Tang-Ji passed them, the informed boy continued his spiel: "Have you heard? The very first VR full-dive system is about to become available for public use and is also being accompanied by an original game developed by V.I.R.M. tech."

"I know, right, I absolutely cannot wait for this release; I'm going to be in the game forever!" the scrawny boy replied excitedly.

"Yeah, and you will have failed all your classwork as well," the first boy jokes. The group continued to laugh as if they were the only people in the school.

'How much louder can you be?' Tang-Ji thought as she hurried into the corner of her class to get away from the ruckus.

"Hey, did you finish the history homework? I think it's due this afternoon,'' said a girl with blonde hair.

"What?" screeched a mortified male student.

"I haven't done it yet because I thought it would be due next week. Please, I beg of you, can I please see your work just this time? I promise I won't ask again!" The boy continued with desperation in his voice.

"Jeez, you always ask me for work; you've been doing this throughout our elementary school year." The blonde girl replied. She thought about it with a smirk on her face, as if she were intentionally keeping him in suspense. "Fine, but you own me this time," she sighed sarcastically.

"Thank you so much! Let's go grab ramen after school, my treat." Both students stared at each other for a while and chuckled.

Chatter echoed throughout the morning classroom, filling the environment with youthful bliss.

However, Tang-Ji's icy presence cut off the class's extroverted students, who were holed up in the room's far left corner, near a window. Her peers assumed that she saw them all as chatty fools and that her condescending demeanour was a result of her irritation with them. She was perceived as a bright girl with a condescending expression due to the nasty label bestowed on her. A misunderstanding placed her on the end of a thin sheet of paper, ready to be gashed apart by other students. Instead of clearing up this misunderstanding, her fear acted as a blockage to fill her devoid self.

It was not that she was struggling with the thoughts of making friends, but rather the thoughts of having any confrontations. She always wanted a friend that she could share her worries with—perhaps a friend that was willing to listen to her rants about why school had to start so early or why doing homework was necessary at all.

She knew that no one would be able to put up with her gloomy aura. The fact that she never revealed her true self to anyone only furthers the gap between her and, essentially, the rest of the human race. Tang-Ji always had the belief that by keeping her problems away from others, she would essentially avoid any confrontations. It was this idea that gave her the nickname 'icy princess,' and her classmates used to ridicule her about her name. However, they would be wasting their time trying to engage in a conversation since she would refuse to respond. Eventually everyone went away, leaving her reflected heart with unsatisfied desires for company.

"Mina-san, please take a seat; class is starting," was announced cheerfully by our first-period teacher. *(Mina means everybody; san accompany it as a suffix that acts as politeness.)

Thus, the first lonely period began for the day.

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Noon drove by quicker than expected. Tang-Ji gazed out of the window into the city, watching the kingdom of drones buzzing around like mechanical flies, servicing the city's citizens. Most of the students had already gone home or attended after-school club activities. A 'kitakubu' like Tang-Ji found herself wandering in solitude around the desolate corridor for hours before heading home. *(Kitakubu refers to a mildly derogatory term for students who are not actually part of a club or active in club activities and simply go straight home once school is over.)

She strolled down the orange-coloured hallway, painted by the evening sun. Echoes could be heard with each footstep as she walked into the warm realm. The piercing, bright light from the sunset beamed through the school window, covering her azure eyes with a tawny blush.

'Step, step, step.' Tang-Ji was drawn into the sudden appearance of another footstep.

The normal walking gait echoing off Tang-Ji's 'uwabaki' was suddenly counteracted by a harsh and heavy walk emanating towards her. (Uwabaki are a type of Japanese slippers worn indoors at home, school, certain companies and public buildings where street shoes are prohibited.)

Right around the corner of the tanned hallway, she was greeted with a "Bang!" Moments later, she was accompanied by multiple boxes tipping all over her.

"OH! Jeez! Ouch, ouch, ouch, my hand." The tall boy rubbed his hand against the front of his shirt to ease the scratch that was scraped from the sharp corner.

"Why did they have to force me to carry all these heavy loads? Just because I'm the club president doesn't mean I have to do everything for those lazy losers. Dammit, they were responsible for breaking the computer; they should be apologising to themselves. Why did I think it was a good idea to accept them? It has only been a few weeks, and they're already becoming slackers," he angrily mumbled to himself.

Seconds later, with a breeze blowing from the side window across their pale faces, their eyes finally met once again.

His raven hair hauled along the gentle evening breeze. His covet-downturned eyelashes fold over his large, darkened iris. His tall, lean physique could almost be seen through his white shirt, highlighted by the orange-coloured sun rays.

Immediately, the tall boy bowed his head before Tang-Ji, generating a gust from an arch motion.

"Hey, are you alright? Oh no. I am so sorry. I am very, very sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going. I sincerely apologise for my carelessness." As he continued to speak, eyes glued to the ground, his voice shook with each syllable.

"Hey, you're not hurt, are you?" while stretching his arm out with an open palm.

Slowly, she raised her head with a startle while extending out her puny hand, grabbing onto the strange boy. As their hands once again met, Tang-Ji's vision became suddenly blurred with a wave of black ink.

Once again, she entered my world.

'Huh? A boy? I've seen him before. Am I dreaming?' She thought to herself as he softly led Tang-Ji towards the setting sun by holding her hand.

Our minds suddenly intertwined, resulting in her passing out cold in the orange hallway.

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She twitched her eyes as they slowly gaped into an unfamiliar ceiling.

"Where am I?"

"Oh, you're awake. Phew! I was worried that you might have gotten a concussion. You passed out in the hallway, so I brought you here to the nurse's room."

"Oh, pardon my rudeness. I am so sorry; please forgive me," he said, bowing his head quickly.

"I accidentally hit you; I was careless of my surroundings, not to mention I was carrying a heavy load as well." He fumbled his fingers nervously behind him.

"No, it's fine. It was my fault too for wandering around the school grounds while also assuming that no one was there."

"Oh, I forgot. Let me introduce myself. My name is Kazami Lynn of class 3B."

"I'm Tang-Ji Shizukesa of class 2A." She softly spoke.

Kazami stuttered with his next words.

"Shizukesa-san... nice to meet you..." he smiled.

It was as though time paused with those two; their moments together were short, yet their time was golden.

I knew this day would eventually come, but I could not believe it would come this early. I wonder what will happen once her memories return. Will I disappear?

The two gazed into each other's eyes for a moment before the boy suddenly struck up a conversation to break the tension in the air.

"Hey, if you haven't joined a club yet, how about you join mine? I'm the president of the Esports Club. We basically play games most of the time and practise our skills for national or international tournaments. Obviously, we are representing this high-standard school, so we gotta bring our A-game into every matchup."

"Games, like what?" Tang-Ji slightly tilted her head.

"Oh, we are currently playing an open-world PVP MMORPG called Fever Impact. It's a pretty old game, but recently it was adopted by the new company V.I.R.M., so the graphics and a lot of other things got remodelled. Luckily, they didn't reset everyone's stats; otherwise, it would take forever for us to gear up again." Kazami enthusiastically explained.

However, as he continued to speak, he noticed Tang-Ji's faintly fatigued expressions.

"Oh! Ummm... no pressure, alright? It's just my way of apologising for bumping into you. The club is full, but I can make an exception for you if you're willing to join."

"As I said before, it was also my fault for not looking where I was going. Your offer, I'll think about it." She said it softly.

"Great, here's my number. Text me when you've made up your mind. Also, get lots of rest tonight, and I hope you get better soon." He smiled vibrantly as he slowly backed away towards the door.

"I have to go back to my club now; I'll see you later, Shizukesa san."

"Thanks for the offer, Lynn Senpai," she smiled before pulling up the blanket above her head.

* (Senpai is a term that is used to refer to your senior, upperclassman)

'Why did it seem so comfortable talking to him? It's as though we've talked countless times before. But I have no memory of meeting this person. His gentle smile somehow brought me a strange comfort. Kazami Lynn, huh?' She thought to herself silently under the dimmed light of the nursing room.

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The sun finally slumbered into a dream in the flashing moonlight. Tang-Ji was sitting curiously on her computer, staring at the official game home page of Fever Impact.

"Huh? This email already exists." As Tang-Ji tried again and again to register with her email, it failed to accept her.

"Maybe it's a bug."

She tried to log into the game with the same email password she used for all her platforms.

Moments later.

"It worked? How?"

The screen brightened, launching Tang-Ji onto the home page of the character customisation.

A character under the name Zilynx, along with an in-game character, was displayed right before her eyes.

She began to drive her thoughts into a corner as she tried extensively to figure out what was going on.

'Could I have gotten hacked? How is this possible? Though if I were, I wouldn't be able to log in again,' she thought to herself while trying desperately to fathom this predicament.

A jolt of shock suddenly stunted her mind as she finally realised her situation, the duality of herself is real, and everything she knew was completely different from 7 years ago. Her past has finally decided to begin to lurk back on her shoulders.

"No way; my past self must have played this game before. This account must have been made by myself long ago; no one else could have guessed my passwords." She spoke with her lips quivering. "What did Senpai say his in-game name was again?"

Seconds later, she was struck with a loud text tone.

She pulled out the text message Kazami had sent to her just moments ago.

"His in-game name is Kirizkuuk, huh?"