A flash of red light, and momentary pain.
Then darkness. Again. For the second time.
He couldn't blame anyone else for this one. Okuyasu was the one who decided to sign up for the games. But there was a prize at stake, and his home. Anyway, it didn't matter now.
"The hell it doesn't, you idiot."
Huh? Keicho?
Okuyasu looked up to see his brother standing in a doorway, backlit by bright light. The youth himself was floating in a black void, unable to see or feel anything else around him.
"Okuyasu. I told you the last time you were here. It's not your time. I mean, it's your choice, but how else are you gonna fix Dad's house?"
Okuyasu nodded, and turned around towards the darkness. As he walked, he heard Keicho call behind him. "I'd better not see you back here anytime soon!"
__
A hand slapped his face. Stirring, the stand user groaned, feeling soft and wet things slithering underneath his body. The same hand that had smacked him then grabbed his wrist and hauled upwards, yanking him out of the dumpster he'd apparently been in. "Hey! Kid! Good to see ya!"
Okuyasu blinked, taking in his surroundings. Everything felt too bright or was too raw, but the face that swam into view was a friendly one. It was Banto, the driver of the truck Okuyasu had worked on before joining the death game.
"A bunch of the guys was watching you! Pretty nasty way to go out." The pigman snorted with laughter. "Anyways, better luck next year, huh?" He started to walk away just as Okuyasu raised his hand to question how he was back on Erde, but the youth shut his mouth. He didn't like thinking about things like that, and he had a bus back to Morioh to catch.
Then darkness. Again. For the second time.
He couldn't blame anyone else for this one. Okuyasu was the one who decided to sign up for the games. But there was a prize at stake, and his home. Anyway, it didn't matter now.
"The hell it doesn't, you idiot."
Huh? Keicho?
Okuyasu looked up to see his brother standing in a doorway, backlit by bright light. The youth himself was floating in a black void, unable to see or feel anything else around him.
"Okuyasu. I told you the last time you were here. It's not your time. I mean, it's your choice, but how else are you gonna fix Dad's house?"
Okuyasu nodded, and turned around towards the darkness. As he walked, he heard Keicho call behind him. "I'd better not see you back here anytime soon!"
__
A hand slapped his face. Stirring, the stand user groaned, feeling soft and wet things slithering underneath his body. The same hand that had smacked him then grabbed his wrist and hauled upwards, yanking him out of the dumpster he'd apparently been in. "Hey! Kid! Good to see ya!"
Okuyasu blinked, taking in his surroundings. Everything felt too bright or was too raw, but the face that swam into view was a friendly one. It was Banto, the driver of the truck Okuyasu had worked on before joining the death game.
"A bunch of the guys was watching you! Pretty nasty way to go out." The pigman snorted with laughter. "Anyways, better luck next year, huh?" He started to walk away just as Okuyasu raised his hand to question how he was back on Erde, but the youth shut his mouth. He didn't like thinking about things like that, and he had a bus back to Morioh to catch.