Sword Art Online: Rose.

Chapter 9: I love smexii dragons!

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Valkyries pov:
"Tsk" I growl to myslef, standing outside the shop of a blacksmith in the middle of the country side. I look at the name "Lisbeths" and walk to the door, looking at the note pasted to the front of the door, telling all customers that she has gone on a run to floor 55.

So a little black swordsman thinks that he can go and fight a legendary dragon with the silly little under leveled blacksmith.

"He is going to get himself frigging killed and that girl he went with too" I sigh sadly, taking off to floor 55 with Ao by my side.

Time Skip: 3 hours later: stalking Kirito...

"I am wearing this revolutinary item called pants" I hear the sound of a condescending jackass around the next turn. Of course hes being a dick. Hes Kirito I grumble.

I follow them stealthily, not really one to talk to the stupid child in front of me. He always pisses me off when I am in his presence, and no, I am not one of his little tsundere dumpsters, I genuinly hate the sight of the guy. But I am not going to let his laid back bullshit attitude kill someone else who trusts him to escort them.

I watch as he approaches the dragon, he is doing well until the blacksmith decides to poke her head out and grab the agro. Is she really stupid?

"Lisbeth look out!" Kirito yells. Wow he sounds like he almost cares. Almost.

Just as the dragons gust of air is about the hit the blacksmith I stand in front of her, swining my gunblade to cut it in two, glaring daggers at the level 99 ice dragon. The area around me is cold and it brings back memories which I was sure I had suppressed to the very back of my mind.

Flashback: Five Months after escaping the lab:

I gaze around the cold streets where I have been living ever since I had escaped. The dark alleyway does not bother me as much as it knewsto, at first, it scared me a lot, the dark, the loneliness, the coldness of the hard concrete floor. Now it felt like home.

"Well well well, look what we have here boys, a stray kitten" a mans voice is heared at the entrance to my alleyway

The look of disgust on my face is evident. All of these insular men think that they can show up here and do as they wish to an innocent homeless soul. I would love to see them try to do that.

"Oh please mister. Please tell me what is in here. What is going to happen to this stray stray kitten" I laugh hysterically at him, the look of insanity etched in my dirt smudged face.

"Hey boss, she looks fair gone. Maybe we should not try this" one of the leads lackey's says, looking very unsure of himself, causing my wonderful smirk of enjoyment to increase.