Kirito x Asuna

Should I stay?

Hello.
. I haven't wrote in so long so sorry if I mess up.
Uh more on the topic of Asuna and her relationship with her mother because I'm a rat and I need to update so yeah (: ily -b

Can you answer the question at the end maybe? Thx
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It didn't take long for Suguha and her mother to trudge their way back to Kirito's room without emotion. I watched as they found their familiar seats and watched that boy's chest bobbing every few seconds.
"What's going to happen?" Unfortunately, I couldn't think of anything more specific or something less vague than that, so I squirmed uncomfortably.
"They don't know yet" sugu whispered, her head resting on her mother's shoulder, "he's barely holding on, and I don't think..." She choked on her words and let a few drops of water stream down her cheek, "they don't know if he'll survive"
    I'm not sure if it was possible for time to stop but my mind was slicked in maple syrup when I heard those words and thoughts drifted through my brain, one consuming the rest. Everything was unbeatably s l o w.
Kirito not surviving?
The words didn't fit in my mind. It seemed like ever since I met the stoic dark haired boy in the virtual death game, he always managed to survive even through the worst of it all. Slashing away high leveled monsters, risking his life for others, defeating high powered bosses, so how the hell could he suddenly be wiped out of existence from a car. It was surreal. I wasn't sure if this is how lives were supposed to be taken, especially Kirito's, but it didn't feel right, it didn't feel normal.
     It was like a little out of flames were being burned and licked and tackled through the flesh of my skin sending waves of radiation and moments of time where things just didn't feel right.
And it stayed that way for the next week.
     Doctors were concerned that his heart had kept beating this long considering their attempts to resuscitate him at the scene. Explaining it to us the best they could, the metaphor 'like a clock' came up during an update in a small room that I guessed were made for situations like this. Situations to break the bad news.
"His heart, you see, is like this clock" he held up the old black and white alarm clock that I didn't know still existed, "because we kept trying to restart his heart" he gestured to the constant ticking of the clock, "the strain of the heart continuing is very limited and timed. With each restart" the doctor winded the clock up, each time getting closer to the blaring of the alarm, "so even if we try to wait or start his heart now, we risk the chance of-" before he could finish his explanation, the loud ringing of the alarm shocked us all, including the doctor-who dropped the clock. Smashing it into a million shards of glass. "We risk the chance of Kirito going into cardiac arrest, then full body shut-down of the major organs."
    The picture of the broken clock stuck in my head for the rest of the day, while I sat next to Kirito. Unlike his sister or his mom (who had work and school), I stayed the week by his side, even if it meant having to repeat that grade year, holding onto the last bits of memories I could of him. I was trying to be optimistic for the most part, but at three am in the mornings it could get hard to ignore the 'what if's'.
   One of the doctors, Dr. Shī kept me, sugu and her mother updated often, usually saying that he was getting better or a slight decrease in what we would want it to be was normal. But we all knew it would be a while until he woke up-if he woke up at all.
   It had already been ten days since Valentine's Day, and I had seldom changed physically or mentally. Thoughts kept whirling around in my head, thoughts that kept me up until daybreak. Akemi and I's conversation stuck with my mind replaying, but each outcome I came out with, I was the selfish one. Wanting him when she needs him. But I couldn't just give up on us, I love Kirito with everything I have.
So now my mind was waging war on itself, my body in the crossfire. I can't remember when the last time I've eaten or cried. Not that I minded, how could I eat when Kirito was laying there dying in front of me.
I didn't think too much about the future, whatever it held I wasn't ready. If he didn't survive, I don't think I could.
     Is this how it felt when I told him we should break up? This knife-stabbing, chest clutching, tear streaming feeling drowning me in a feeling unknown?                    But even if he did survive, they said there was a chance of memory loss or failure to comprehend memories. Would he still remember me when he woke up? Would he still love me? Thoughts like these made the decision hard to stay or go.
Kirito breaths were getting steadier over the last few days, but nothing we could really guarantee recovery of. So here we were, constant visitors from school, friends or family, but at the end of the day suguha and I were left to ponder the inevitability of life turning to death.
"Asuna, they're calling again" her breathless voice said, holding up a buzzing phone.
How had I not heard that?
"Okay" I stood up from my all too well seat and made my way to sugu, sitting next to her.
"You don't want me to talk?" Sugu's marine blue eyes wavered as they looked up to me. Up until now, I had ignored my parents calls or the school's. I knew I couldn't go back to either of those places while Kirito was here. I also knew that both my parents were way too busy to be spending their precious time trying to find me in a hospital, so suguha offered to help in any way, going to the extent of telling them herself.
"I don't think they'll be as patient as last time" apparently, both my father and mother were steadfast in their composure to society, as each mention took the attention of their business and affairs world. News was getting out the traumatic affect of SAO on a yuuki brought her into the hospital, lessening her chances of succeeding their business.
   Of course they were just talk, but because the government of internal affairs had the whole hospital floor booked for an unknown reason, the publicity and newspapers did their best in making the nastiest story possible.
   "Damn it" I sighed, I took the phone from sugu and clicked the answer button before I had a chance to second guess myself or my decisions, "hello?"
   Slight talking could be heard on the other line, my eyes searched sugu's in a flurry of confusion. "Asuna, are you there?" A calm collected voice could be heard.
   "Mother?" I say stunned for a couple of seconds before realizing who's voice was it.
   "Yes, hello Asuna." Of course she had to put up the business talk, "where are you?"
   I frowned, my brows furrowed and I bit my lip hesitantly and faced the window, away from sugu. Up until now, my father had been calling me with sugu explaining, but my mother seemed to not know what was going on. Was my father not telling her?
    A cough from the other line, "well, by the time I get back home, I want-"
Surprised and confused was an understatement when I heard her ever minding demand. Does she honestly think I'm still at home? It wasn't a bad question, but it certainly was a good one. "Excuse me?" If I had been looking at sugu I'm sure I would've seen a flash of uncertainty and tainted judgment sewed onto her face and lifted eyebrows. I didn't care though for one reason only. "You do know I've been here for a while mom" the words coming from my mouth weren't my own but I admitted it enough to know that what I was doing felt right. In the bad kind of way.
     "'Here' being where exactly?" She sounded preoccupied and busy and just not caring. Madness is a moment of insanity and I could understand because I knew what I would look like right now if I were a cartoon character-a steaming piping tea kettle because this woman (who I didn't even identify as my mother anymore) was driving me insane and making me angry in a way that wasn't the good kind or maybe even the bad kind, but one thing I did know was that I was pretty sure that this situation was supposed to be the other way round. Or, At least I hoped.
     "Kiri-kazuto got into an accident and I'm here with him" I had to shake my head and grasp my temples because I knew if I were to hear anymore uncertain, Unexplaining confusion that was doused with not caring, I was going to either cry or run. Either being both applicable to this situation and many others I've had in the past week.
     It was silent for a good few seconds and I apparently thought she had hung up because I slowly started to lift my eyes and look into the grey sullen walls surrounding me. I really was tired. And exhausted. And confused.
    "Call me back when you're home"
     And the line died and so did my interest in trying to find that place where she had somehow gave birth to me but was always so distant and pushy and disgusted with me. I was unwanted.
    And Kirito was dying.
    And I broke up with him.
    I was just so tired..
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Unedited oops and the first part was written during March so yeah.

Guys I'm v excited to finish this book so I'll probably upload more often.

Qotd:: "what do you think about Asuna's decision about Kirito and Akemi?" I just wanna know what you think :)

I'm kind of interested in artwork so if you have any cool ones, I'd love to see for the fun of it (:
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