Chapter 8 {KiritoXReader}

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~Kirito's POV~

"Good lie, genius." (Y/N's) dad said and flicked me on the back of the head.
"You made her cry."
"S-sorry! I d-didn't mean to!" I shouted back in defense, rubbing my head quickly where he flicked me. My hand lumped down into my pocket again.
"I-I'm not very good with words..." I muttered. I didn't mean to hurt (Y/N) like that. I just... I don't even know how I feel about her. The last hour has just been feels here and feels there, so it's hard to figure out exactly how to feel. But then again, put yourself in this situation. Would being transported from a world into another be easy and calming? Hell no.
"Listen kid, if you make her cry again..." (Y/N)'s dad walked a little closer with his fist a few inches from my face.
"Honey!" (Y/N)'s mom shouted as she grabbed her husband by the shoulders and pulled him back. I was shot a death glare.
"If you hurt her, I will hurt you." He said angrily, and backed off. He crossed his arms and looked away. I tried to stop my shaking and looked back at the hospital door.
"I-I need some air." I said softly as I got up and walked out the door, into the parking lot.

"(Y/N)! Are you up there?!" I shouted from outside and hurled a pebble at the window.

~Your POV~

"(Y/N)! Are you up there!?"

I heard shouting front he parking lot. I walked over to my window after I heard a little 'clink'. I slid opened the window and looked down at Kazuto, shielding his face from the raging heat.
"Kazuto?" I shouted, somewhat quietly for someone who should be yelling. He heard me, nevertheless.
"Here!" He shouted, and threw another pebble into the window. It barely grazed my face.
"Woah!" I said to myself, and looked down at the rock. I picked it up, and when I looked back down at the parking lot, I saw a certain someone running away and into an alley. There was a small note on the rock.
'After you get your memory back, come down to the Diner on 31st street. It's called the "Fuzzy Dice" Diner. I'll meet you there.
-Kazuto'
"Why does he want to see me at a diner...?" I asked myself as the doctor walked in. He was wearing a blue surgical mask and a white and black long coat.
"Time for your memory restoration!"

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