10Hi! This is my first fanfic so please no hate! This takes place between after Yuuki dies and before Ordinal scale. I have nothing wrong with Ordinal scale but this was most convenient for the storyline.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything. Sword Art Online is owned by A-1 Pictures, Aniplex USA, and Reki Kawahara.
The sun was setting while two people lie in the grass staring up at the tree branches. It was rather warm while the occasional cool breeze would sweep down onto the couple.
"Kirito?" Asuna looked at him. Kirito turned his head to meet her amber gaze. "Yes?" he questioned, slight concern in his voice.
"Remember when we first took a nap under a tree together?" she asked, her lips tugging at a smile. Kirito warmly smiled back. "Yeah, you judged me for slacking off, and then proceeded to take a nap next to me not 5 minutes later."
Her brows furrowed and then she lightly punched him in the shoulder. Kirito just gave a wholehearted laugh.
"Things used to be so different." She sighed, barely above a whisper, more to herself than anyone.
He cocked an eyebrow. "Is that bad?"
"No. It's weird not having some new game or piece of tech, that seems harmless, but is actually hurting lots of people with only you to figure out their master plot and save them." She smiled, loving and warmth in her eyes. "I love it."
He sighed, relief filling his voice. "Yeah, it's nice not to have enemies." He chuckled. "This must be what normal people feel like."
Asuna couldn't help but let out a laugh. "Could we ever be classified as normal people?"
"Probably not." He breathed out.
…
It was nightfall by the time they decided to head back. There were no stars on account of them being so close to the city, but it was still quite dark.
Kirito hopped on his motorcycle as he turned his head to face Asuna.
"Are you sure you don't want a ride home?" He asked with the sincerest gaze.
Asuna smiled at his concern and shook her head. "No, I'm fine, it's not far."
He just tilted his head seriously. "Asuna…"
"No!" She cut him off. "I can handle myself."
Kirito just huffed, clipping his helmet under his chin.
Seeing this, Asuna brought her lips to his giving him just a little peck before pulling away.
"See you at school tomorrow!" She sung before she skipped off like a child.
He chuckled deeply, and then twisted the motorcycle handle. It let out a loud roar as he started to speed off. Kirito yelled over the loud engine. "Bye Asuna!" But before leaving he jerked the ride sideways and continued to drift in a figure 8 position, then later speeding off.
Asuna just rolled her eyes and yelled "Showoff!" But she couldn't help but laugh.
He was such a tease.
As she walked she couldn't stop reminiscing about why she loved him. His willing to protect those he loves, his casual appearance, his above average intelligence, his obsession with combat, his love for the virtual world.
Now that I think about it, he's pretty emo.
He really is, with his loner attitude and all black clothing. He's also like this cool rebel kid. I mean come on! He rides a motorcycle, he's sexy, he defies the rules of most things. He knows his limits, he just doesn't pay attention to them. But that's not all.
Even if he was just his personality, and that's the main reason I love him, but that doesn't mean I don't notice his…other aspects.
His perfect symmetrical face, his beautiful, deep coal black eyes, portraying all of his emotions. His soft, raven hair. His tall, toned body. His tight ass-
She shook her head, and continued walking.
Why does he love me?
She found herself asking that from time to time. What did she have, that he couldn't get in any other girl of his choice? In her eyes, he was just so…so perfect. With his soft, welcoming lips, he was such an amazing kisser-
Stop it!
Now, she found herself blushing hard, like a school girl. Not that she wasn't.
Then something irked her the wrong way. The entire street was weirdly empty.
She heard a loud crash. She jumped and whipped herself around to confront her intruder. "You—huh?"
In front of her was a thin, light brown cat with striking amber brown eyes.
"Aw." She cooed. She bent down to the small creature. Cautiously, she slid her hand to its back and started to stroke the small kitty.
"You kind of look like me." She said in a high, baby voice.
The cat just looked deep into her eyes, and let out a cute, little mew.
"Cutie.." she whispered. She then heard another loud sound and the cat sped off.
She stood up, feeling nervous. She shivered suddenly and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she broke into a run.
She tried to scream when she felt a hand cover her mouth as she was quickly pulled into an alley way.
"Who are you?!" she screamed but it came out as a muffle. Suddenly, she felt herself slip into unconciseness.
…
When she jolted awake, she found herself in unfamiliar surroundings. She felt herself tied to a chair. She looked around. They seem to have taken her to a deserted bar of some kind. Then realized all of the equipment around the room, the realized that she had some type of equipment on her head.
"Ugh" she groaned.
A door in front of the room swung open and about 3 guys came in.
"What are you doing!?" she screamed.
One of the guys with glasses turned toward her. "Getting revenge" he grinned deviously.
She struggled against her bonds, only to no avail.
Then noticed one of them had a small metal cage in his hands, it contained the small cat she saw not to long ago.
The guys proceeded to pretend like she wasn't there. Walking around, rebooting stuff, starting up equipment.
For about 30 minutes it continued like that, they doing work stuff while she screams and they continue to ignore it. But, she couldn't help but wonder a few things.
Getting revenge? There were a ton of things these guys could want to get revenge for. And more importantly, why do they need the cat. She then decided to listen to try and figure out what was going on. It was hard though, as they seem to speak at barely above a whisper.
"…almost ready…one last part…..not possible…agreed…..conscious transference.."
Wait.
Wait a minute.
Conscious transference?
What could that mean?
"It's ready!" One of the guys shouted. As she looked around she realized there were about 11 guys in the room.
A tall one with dark brown hair walked up, pulled out a chair and sat in it backwards so that he was facing her. She looked at his arms, on one arm was a tattoo of a snake, she shifted her gaze to the other and her heart nearly stopped.
Laughing Coffin.
"I see you noticed my branding." He said coldly. "You want to know why we are doing this to you?" he questioned.
"Not particularly" She stated just as coldly.
He chuckled. It was as deep as Kirito's, but this one was filled with malice and anger.
"Ha. I see why he likes you." He whispered. "You're feisty…Lightning Flash"
She gasped. Yes, she was a more popular player, but tons of SAO survivors don't recognize her. When that game cleared, we all left our identities in it. We all got a fresh start.
Though some people don't deserve it she thought bitterly.
"Well you see, my life was…perfect." He started "I could let out my anger and murder whoever I want, and nobody was ever going to find out! But that bastard had to go clear the game and my paradise was taken from me and turned into something unrecognizable!" he suddenly whispered harshly in my ear. "So I'm going to take his paradise and turn it into something unrecognizable."
He disappeared from sight. I heard a ton of machines wiring up, and then a huge bright light flashed her eyes.
And she was out cold.
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