Kirito x Asuna

Your feelings...changed?

~Asuna's P.O.V.~
(Play the video at the top)
      It had been a few moments until the air got back into my body and floated back into my mind before I shook my head and realized where I was. Before I turned my head to my worst sight, I slowly turned around and went through the back door so not to be seen. Sure it would take longer than taking my usual route, but having the opportunity to speak to Kirito again was so out of reach for me.
It was in this moment that my stone heart became visible through my straight laced face and mechanical robot-like movements. It was a term that Kirito used often, whenever he came over for evening dinners or just a casual meeting when my parents and I were in close proximity, that he noticed my change in demeanor. 'Are you alright Asuna?' He would express his concerns. Of course, I dejected and nodded slightly to ease the worry clearly visible in his face.
       Not bothering to shake the thoughts away, I lingered on the thought, without realizing how my heart was being carefully ripped away with each tear sliding down my cheek.
      His touch, his scent, his laugh, his smile, his sleeping face. His. I used to be his.
      I thought, imagining his cute sleeping face in our cozy cabin every morning. A blush floated across my face, and left me with eyes wide open staring into the past.
      Although it had been a secret ever since our last night in our safe haven, I had a habit-and a bad one at that-of waking up prior my normal morning hour to admire something more precious than a jewel. The slumbering solo beater (although not solo anymore) turned into a rare sight of innocence. Kirito looked about a year, if more, whenever someone noted his dark eyes, cold personality, and physique.
     Hating to admit it, I thought the same thing. Fighting for my dominance against a younger player than I, brought my confidence down after gazing upon this young face in the early mornings when he was still asleep. To stress things worse, I had given fifth teen minutes of my day (not that I minded that much) in the mornings to watch his face and admire it.
      Now bringing that clear picture of him turn to a misty picture in my mind only made matters worse because of the mere memory of him was fading on me.
      I had arrived to the opening through the east side of campus, a 40 minute detour back home. Of course, the option still remained that I could arrange someone to pick me up and have me home in record time. But a part of me did something daunting, it hoped. I hoped that Kirito would come running down the sidewalk, goofy smile with school clothes that looked better on him than the rest, and say nothing but hug me. Hug me until it got dark or we both knew what need to happen next.
      Turning the corner to the front of the school, I waited momentarily, staring at the entrance with a dazed expression. Convincing myself there, that he would in fact, not come like I had wished he would. Expecting that I wouldn't want the dreadful walk to myself, I slipped out my cellphone and checked the messages I had ignored the whole day from the dark haired boy.
      Deleting through them without a second thought, I pulled up my fathers contact info and sent a quick message, my fingers audible through the frigid air. Just as quickly as I had sent the message, I heard my name from the direction of the front of the school. I didn't bother in looking up or even a sign that I heard them, but froze instead.
      "Asuna!" I heard again, and identified it as a female voice. I left my doubts of Kirito finding me on the brink of no turning back, and snapped my head up.
As if the breaking of my neck wasn't enough to wince through the violent wind that appeared instantly, it was a person I didn't really have the strength to talk to at the moment.
"Hey Lis" I said stiffly. The neatly dressed Brunette walked the rest of the remaining distance between us and came to an abrupt stop.
      "Yo! Asuna!" She said, saluting me like I was her superior. I stood still at first from the shock of her bright smile in the freezing cold winds, then smiled along.
      "Baka" I breathed, between light giggles, "what's going on? Why are you still here?" I asked, my curiosity suddenly building.
      Had she seen what I just witnessed?
      Lis scratched her head hesitantly and giggled, "I sort of had a little meeting with someone..." She mumbled the rest under her breath. Remembering that line in the virtual reality of the world, I silently nodded.
      I searched quickly for the right words to say. Be funny and tease her? Or maybe play off my sadness with a few more questions?
      "Who is it?" I guess I chose the latter, but I was no longer in control of my body, it was on autopilot. My eyes met lis's light brown eyes that complimented her dark brown sweater covered around her.
       "No one you know" she simply stated after spinning around me a couple of times and landing this time by the side of the crossroads, hands behind her back innocently.
      "I'm sure" I grinned, noticing the small flicker of white lining her deep pockets, "what's this?" Not even asking for permission, I leaned forward and grabbed the mysterious white slip.
      "Asuna wait..!" Not being quite fast enough to grab ahold of the paper, She watched silently as I opened the slip. I felt her eyes on me. Like a statue, she froze and waited for my response.
      "Just think of it as a reward for you not telling me" I joked, but the sick feeling in my stomach hurt as I continued to press my front. Crinkling surrounded us now, as I opened the nicely folded paper and read the neat handwriting inking through the backside.
      "Asuna..." was all that Lis managed as her hands fell back to her sides and stared hard at the ground beneath her. Skimming through the letters, I now realized what this was.
      "Who is this addressed to?" I asked, even though I indefinitely knew the answer. Trying to control my growing anger, without any avail, my grip on the paper tightened while I steadied my gaze on the brunette.
      "Asuna..." she said again, now looking up into my watered eyes, "I'm sorry"
      "Lis...you did this?" The nice cream paper was now smashed between my fingers, holding firm of the truth. I examined her eyes, in search of anything, but nothing was there. It was blank. A feeling of betrayal and sickness overwhelmed me all in one motion.
      "Asuna..." she said again, this time reaching out to me in need of touch. To our surprise, I moved away, leaving her hand out in the open until it fell limply to her side again.
      "Don't touch me" I said, instantly regretting afterwards, but not showing any signs of it. The shock and sadness overwhelming the dark caramel eyes of my friend pained me as I stepped more feet back and staring her in the eyes, "Don't touch me...ever again"
      I watched as the tears slowly built up in the corner of her eyes and made their way down her cheek. Chocking for the right words, or maybe just appalled at my actions, Lis didn't say anything, not a word.
      Not losing my posture, I threw the paper on the ground and watched as it was silently decorated with white specks. The bold words on the white paper only supported my rashness as the snow softly covered the words.
      Perfect timing was in my favor as a black low riding car pulled up beside me. Without saying another word to the bawling Lis, I wiped away the silent tears streaming down my face and got into the back seat of the car. Driving away almost instantly from here.

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      Standing a couple of feet away, a dark haired boy stood there frozen by the sight in front of him. A crumpled ball of paper covered in snow stood before him. Bending down slightly to receive the mysterious present. Holding the cream paper between his stiffened hands, the words, "Meet me at the Sunshine Bakery" stood out to him, while the rest was dampened by the falling snow. A deep pain passed through his chest and into his heart.
      "What's that?" Akemi asked silently. Viewing the slip of paper in their intertwined hands.
      The boy didn't utter anything and quickly put it in his pocket before silently moving on through the falling whiteness.
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No words. None. I can't even ;-;.

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