Kirito x Asuna

I can be your Pain Killer

~Akemi's Point of View~

The way the dying sun hit his dark hair and gleamed off his light eyes comforted me as I lifted myself higher to get a better view. The wind hit his clear skin and made the flaps of his collar dance quickly back and forth. The doubt shining in his eyes drove me to my desires deep within me. The beating of my heart increased after viewing him up and down closely.

Kazuto Kirigaya.

Only he could do this to me, make my mind hazy, make me lose any sense of logic and feel nothing but utter love.

Like a wave, washing over me, pulling me underneath, drifting over slowly..

The soft music seemed to be conversing with my feelings towards Kazuto, like they completely understood the feelings wrapped inside my chest, begging to be let out.

"like a wave..." The words loosely slipped from my lips and stayed in the air for a few seconds afterwards, my hands found themselves balled up with my fingertips biting into my palm.

School had ended over twenty minutes ago, but yet I was still here and so was he. It didn't cross my mind why he intended to sit quietly on a bench so far away and out of sight, barely on school grounds for more than ten minutes. Thirty was just too long to wait for someone or something, so expecting someone now was less than it would've been ten minutes ago.

Why is he still here?

I wondered to myself after I checked my watch, the arms pointed to ten after four. The silent ticking of the seconds added a constant beat to the breeze coming from a nearby open window.

The sun glinting through the glass caught off my cream colored watch and blinded me for a split second, leaving me to with minimal sight to wonder where he had gone.

"Where did..?"

I silently asked myself as the boy clad in black had disappeared and was no longer sitting on that lonely bench as he were a few seconds ago.

He couldn't have just got up and walked away, I definitely would've noticed. Unless..

A smile glided over my face with precision and intensity, leaving the confusion behind in the dust.

"...He knows I'm watching huh?"

Slowly getting up from my sitting position, I made a quick letter on the dusty window before making my way out of the abandoned classroom, before sneaking a look at the lock of black hair hiding by a nearby building, with a smirk accompanying my light giggle.

"Idiot"
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~Kirito's P.O.V.~

What the hell am I thinking?!?

I lightly scolded myself as I tried to calm my breathing, after that quick faster-than-humanly-possible dash over to this nearby building.

Why is she still here? Clubs don't have practice today, so why would she...?

A flurry of questions evaded my mind at once, as I hid myself behind an old art studio hoping that Akemi wouldn't find me. A sigh escaped my lips and instantly turned into a cloud of air, getting eaten alive by the molecules of February around me, by the act of diffusion.

Crunching sounds underneath my slip on shoes only heightened my senses behind me. My cheek resting on the corner of the building made my body covered in goosebumps. This position was slightly Deja vu, by the time I had already escaped the game, my senses were the same if less than of that in Sword Art. After long awaited attempts to the gym unsupervised, the craving I felt of having the same physique and senses of Kirito disappeared completely. My body now felt the same, if more, than my avatar inside the nerve gear. Every sense advances and every limb muscled