Kirito x Asuna

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Um the picture above is a new fanfiction I'm writing on my other account, DM me if you want to read it, I'll hook you up ;)

Um I may or may not be high right now but hey who know who even cares? Anyways, I'm I'm writing this at like four am so rhats a thing.

Hm, I figured I'd do the smut at the end :)

Also I'm not going to camp because it got cancelled. Cool
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Kirito Kirigaya

It's been a very long day full of machines beeping and doctors constantly talking, mostly about stuff I shouldn't really care to think or talk about right now. All I really just wanted was to kiss Asuna again because my lips haven't been on here for at least five hours now and I was getting kind of desperate. Since I've woken up, there's been a flurry of confusion and other stuff about my health statistics and what was even happening in current day news. I was confused and still kind of tried which sucked because when you're in a hospital bed for how long I've been in there, you shouldn't be.

It felt like everything was happening without me and I wasn't quite sure if I should be startled or scared or something, because that's what your supposed to feel right? Something. I didn't know how to react and I was just wondering why I was here.

No one decided it would be a pretty good idea to fill me in and why I was even here in the first place, so I picked at the itchy fabric covering my body and cast my glance outside for moments without blinking.

It really shouldn't have happened the way it did, but it already did, so I struggled to play catch up and just assess why I was here. It was already pretty obvious something was wrong, I mean why else would I be in a hospital for longer than a day?

The thing though that scared me right now was the fact that it didn't feel different. It still felt like the night before Valentine's Day. The worrying, anxious, nervous pit in my stomach continuing to grow even though I knew that the day was well over a month ago. That feeling.

The sun glittered over the glossy hospital floor beneath my bed. Four or five people or doctors were talking and looking at graphs and talking about stuff I didn't need to know, and my family was patiently waiting around them nodding every so often to the point of some happiness in their eyes. I was going to be okay.

In all honesty, I just really wanted to get the hell out of here. I've been here long enough for me to get sick of the place, even if I did just wake up, I hated hospitals. But yet I shouldn't be the one complaining because Asuna, sugu, and my aunt were here almost every day. While I just slept.

I couldn't even comprehend the amount of fathoming I would have to do to get to the realization, that yes, I was in a coma for about two months. And yes, I probably was going to be dying at a considerably early age because of all this body laying around I've been doing, really, it wasn't healthy. But that was the very least of my problems at the moment, or so it seemed, because the real problem I was supposed to be worrying about would be that I was lucky enough to even be alive.

I didn't see it as a problem as much as I did as a rejoice, a save, a non-problem. But according to the number of people crowded in this room, it seemed to beg to differ. It was dumb how much time and effort they put into me, trying to keep me breathing, and living, but gave no acknowledgement when I was meeting those targets, exceeding them actually.

They told me to stay put until medical examiners could examine me, but that was a while ago, and I wasn't exactly enthusiastic to stay in this bed any longer.

I could literally feel every bone creaking and skin pinching and heart aching, until my mind was spinning and I was heaving. My god I hate this. And I really did, another two months added to two years? Anger was present and there, but so was sincerity for my body having to take the hit for it.

I managed to sit up without anyone noticing, I could feel my blood rush to my legs and throughout my toes until it was all just a feeling of hurry hurry blood flow. My pale hands gripped the edges of the bed before I had a chance to catch my breath, and I felt my muscles contract and my thoughts freaking out because I was moving. Moving. A sloth who hasn't moved for ages, except my 'ages' was two months.

It really was frustrating to say the least. Not being able to control the only thing you're actually supposed to be in control of. I got on my nerves, and it was held noticeable by my lip bite and steady, concentrated look in my eyes. Just stand up.

Moments like these made me appreciate how much I have achieved, even if it wasn't that much. Examples like getting up, breathing right, not loosing your balance. Like what I was doing right now, losing my goddamn balance.

If you would believe how slow one could fall to the floor, I promise you, everything I was experiencing wasn't even close to slow. It was like the scene before me was slicked in honey and maple syrup because I was falling off this damned hospital bed straight to the glittery floor below me. Falling.

I was always falling.

Sooner than later though my body did manage to clash with marble and my pale body was then pulled away from all the wires they managed to put inside every vein and the heart pump stickers that I didn't care to know what they were called were horribly torn from my skin ouch.

But that's what I all of this really was. Ouch's and hurting and falling and sleeping. A mess of things I would classify as things I didn't want to happen to me, but it did and it already has and I was beginning to judge my mental stabilization when I managed to turn that cold white thing called my body around and stare at the sullen ceiling.

I was always falling. Even if I had already fell.

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"You know you can really be a bitch sometimes!"

Poisonous words were spewed from young lips and an innocent heart, it hurt.

The scene was dark and damp, rain accompanying shouts and smoke filled lungs and there was one person that definitely shouldn't have been there at this time.

That cute pigtailed girl.

And a look for something that we'd call revenge.

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