SAO (FanFictions)

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Chapter 1 : Kirito-kun

It was just a reflex action, honestly. Once he started to think, he opened his eyes out of curiosity, feeling as if he had been pulled by soft ethereal force of energy from drifting off to some dark corner in a dark dungeon that even the lights are powerless to take a step inside.

Soft, yet steady thuds and bumps echoed in his ears, and he just wanted to scream. The lights are peeling off the lid of his eyes and the throbbing head doesn't help to ease the pain at all. He just want to sleep and drunk himself out in that dark space. It's so peaceful, and quite, and comforting and not like this light that blinds his eyes and shook his head.

He felt like being stuck in a holed box and some giant is shaking that box.

He inwardly jumped up in surprise when he felt something sliding on his cheek. It's sliding diagonally up and down softly. There's strange gaps between it, like fingers. A hand? A hand caressing his cheek. It felt off, and no doubt odd. In this bright place someone is touching his cheek? But it felt nice. The unfamiliar feeling is foreign enough to pull his mind out of the throbbing head. It was a strange object. And he found himself leaning in to this visitor of warmth.

It wasn't long when the foreign feeling left him suddenly, his cheek no longer felt that light pressure. The air swooped in and replaced the pressure, making him shiver ever so slightly at the sudden switch of weird exposure.

Then a pressure built up on both of his cheeks and chin. On one side it was wide, but light. On the other side it was narrow, as big as a thumb, and it stings that side of his cheekbones. It's... a hand... wasn't it? It lift his head up by the chin and the bottom of his cheeks, and the light seems to intensified twice the brighter as it hadn't visually impaired him.

What he assumed as the thumb finger started to press his cheek a bit too hard, and he almost let out a yelp when his eyes broke open. He came eye to eye contact with a woman's face which was too close to his own for his comfort.

Asuna Yuuki sat on a wooden chair, eyes void of nothing yet held everything, gazing down at the sleeping body of Kazuto Kirigaya.

Or as she had known for two years as Kirito.

Or as the Virtual Reality Massively Multiple Online Role Playing Game know him as The Black Swordsman.

Or as the players of SAO know him as The Beater.

The boy who freed the forever grateful surviving trapped players.

The one who cleared Sword Art Online by taking the life of its creator Kayaba Akihiko.

Her husband. They skipped the girlfriend and boyfriend phase in less than 12 hours.

She stared at Kirito-kun's... Kazuto-kun's peaceful face. He looks like he doesn't have any worry in mind, as if he had no care in this world. Her eyes went from the pale skin of his legs sticking out of his hospital robe to his limp fingers, wishing they would just move or even twitch for once. Confirming her ease by quietly observing the soft rising chest, her eyes went to his pale, dry lips, hoping that he would suddenly parted them and call her name, to his almost forever closed eyelids, and landed on that helmet she had once excitedly called the NerveGear affixed on his head.

It was scary to see him like this. Just being helpless beside him. At any second, the heart monitor would bleed a quiet, dreadful long beet, his chest would suddenly stopped, and he'd die right in front of her eyes, and she'd scream about the unfairness of the world that she hadn't even been able to hold his hand and say 'I love you' in the real world.

She missed seeing him stand tall, countering her vibes, grinding monsters and come out alive and strong, his smile, his dull gray eyes that should be filled with various colors but seeped into his pitch black pupils, despite the colorless they held raging emotions.