Masato walked down the hall. With the system upgrades going on, classes had been suspended. Most of class C had gone to the library to study, and Masato was planning on joining them. First, though, he wanted to do some spying.
Maybe I can gain an advantage over class F if I know how they react to the unexpected.
As he neared the class F classroom, he heard laughter and cheerful voices. He grit his teeth, a little ticked that they were having fun. Then he heard the unmistakable sound of Aida Ken summoning his avatar. He snuck over to the door and peeked in.
The class had fallen silent, and among the avatar doppelgangers, Masato saw a small child and a busty woman. Then his jaw dropped when he followed their gazes to the middle of the room.
A high school aged version of Aida Ken's avatar (no more masculine than the real Aida Ken) was standing there, with another high school avatar behind him, this one taller and more masculine. The taller avatar was gripping Aida Ken's avatar's wrist, holding the boy's arm up at the same height as his head, while his other arm was snaked around the boy's waist, reaching under his black shirt. Aida Ken's avatar's head was turned, looking back at the taller boy. There was a slight blush on his face.
Masato blinked rapidly at the scene, but he still couldn't believe what he was seeing. He looked at the real Aida Ken and recognized a look of horror on his face. The same look was plastered on the face of the boy who matched the taller avatar.
Without realizing it, Masato let his gaze drift back to the two avatars. Would Aida Ken look like that too? He found himself wondering. Then he quickly shook his head. It doesn't' matter! He scolded himself.
Even if he hadn't been able to sleep the night before due to dreams of Aida Ken, it didn't mean anything. Aida Ken was nothing more than another class representative who had bested Masato. He was a rival!
I will beat him! Masato swore to himself. He will be at my mercy! He smirked as he looked at Aida Ken's helpless avatar.
No! Masato shook his head. Not like that!
"Ah!" He let out a frustrated cry and hurried away down the hall. Stupid class F!
"Stop! Stop! Stop!" I cried out, waving my hands around. No matter what I did, my avatar didn't listen. It was like he was in his own world.
I heard the sound of a camera shutter. When I looked, I saw SakuAvi standing in front of me, holding Takumi's camera. She was snapping photos of the whole scene.
"Good job, SakuAvi!" Sakura praised the little girl, giving her a thumbs up. The avatar returned the gesture.
"Sakura!" I cried.
"What?" Sakura looked at me innocently. "It's not like she's a real seven year old. It's like it's me taking the pictures."
"That wouldn't be any better!" I looked to Kanami for help, but she was staring, mesmerized by the scene. Yukio had turned away and was busying himself by dealing with his many avatars, pretending nothing was happening behind him. Finally I looked to Takumi, who was just as horrified as I was.
"That's not me!" He shouted, pointing at his avatar. "I'm not like that!" He turned to stare at Kanami's avatar. "I like girls!"
"You know…" Sakura muttered, looking hard at him. "I've been thinking this for a while now. You sure do make everyone aware of your skirt chasing. Wouldn't most boys try to be discreet?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "Maybe you're trying to convince everyone? Maybe even yourself?"
"What?!" Takumi turned to stare at her. "No!"
Both Sakura and her avatar burst out laughing. They were both having too much fun during all of this.
"Hey, look at that." Kanami said. Everyone looked to see that she was pointing at something above the avatars' heads. "They have scores."
"Those are their music scores." Yukio said.
"Of course!" Sakura clapped. "Mr. Yamada had a field open when all of this began. The whole school must be in that field now."
"Hey, Ken?" Kanami tapped me on the shoulder. "You're music score is higher than Takumi's."
"Huh?" I looked at the scores. "Hey, your right."
"You know what that means, right?" Sakura said slyly. I looked at her and instantly wanted to run. "Your avatar could beat Takumi's to a pulp, yet he isn't. That means he likes the position he's in right now."
"No!" I shouted, covering my face. I turned and ran out of the room.
Sakura was still laughing as we got home. The upgrades had been finished and the field went away, but the day had been cut short. Now it was just the two of us in the house, since both of our parents worked.
"That was such a great day!" Sakura sighed, flopping down on the couch without even getting changed. She didn't care that her skirt rose up and showed her underwear. "I think it will be the highlight of the year!"
"Yeah, great." I grumbled. I set my school bag on the floor and went into the kitchen. There were some of our mom's homemade cookies in the cookie jar. I grabbed one and stuck it in my mouth as I went to the fridge for some milk.
"You have such an Uke avatar!" I heard Sakura call from the couch. "It's so cute! I love it!"
"Yeah, yeah." I said around the cookie. I put the milk jug back in the fridge and walked back out to where Sakura was. "What are you doing?"
She had sat up and had her sketchbook in front of her. She looked up and grinned. "Lookie!" She said, showing me the sketchbook. When I looked, I saw a preliminary sketch of the scene from today. "I'm going to draw a manga with the avatars as the main characters!"I groaned and walked away, heading upstairs to my room.